She asked me to take her to the cemetery, and she was the deceased.

So, there I was, driving my taxi through the streets of New York, just like any other night. You know, the usual hustle and bustle of the city. But then, I got this call that took me to a place I never expected: a cemetery. Yeah, you heard that right, a cemetery.

I pulled up to the entrance, and there she was, this mysterious woman standing by the gate. She looked a bit pale and nervous, but hey, it’s not my place to judge. I figured she needed a ride, so she hopped into the backseat of my taxi.

She told me to take her to another cemetery, even farther away. Now, that got me curious, I won’t lie. But hey, it’s not my job to ask questions, just to drive. So off we went, me and this lady, cruising through the dark streets, heading deeper into the night.

As we drove, I tried to make some small talk, you know, to break the silence. I asked her which part of the cemetery she was going to visit. And that’s when things started to get really strange. She said she was looking for her mother’s grave. Okay, nothing too out of the ordinary, right? But then she dropped a bombshell on me. She said she hadn’t visited her mother in a long time. Like, what kind of person doesn’t visit their own mother’s grave for ages?

Anyway, we finally arrived at this desolate cemetery. The air felt heavy, and the silence was deafening. The woman got out of the taxi without saying a word, and I watched as she disappeared among the tombstones. Something just didn’t feel right, you know? So, I decided to follow her, like any concerned citizen would.

I ventured into the eerie graveyard, searching for her. And that’s when I stumbled upon it—a freshly dug grave with the woman’s name on it. My heart skipped a beat, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. I couldn’t believe my eyes. How could she have her own grave here? Was she some sort of ghost? I was completely freaked out, let me tell you.

I didn’t waste any time. I sprinted back to my taxi, jumped in, and got the hell out of there. From that day on, I made a promise to myself: no more late-night trips to cemeteries. That encounter, it shook me to the core. I still wonder who that woman really was and what the hell was going on with her grave in that cemetery. But some things, my friend, are better left unexplained.

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