Being a long time member of this sub, I know that a lot of the stories here aren't actually

real, despite this being a sub for true scary stories.

That said, I can promise you everything that recently happened to me on my taxi ride

home is 100% real and incredibly scary.

I'll be brief with the basic facts and get to the heart of what happened.

I'm not sure if anyone here may remember me from the story I told about my missing

professor, but as I wrote then, I'm a TA at my university and since the disappearance

of the professor, I've been working very late in an attempt to catch the temporary

professor up on what's going on.

Where the professor disappeared, I would usually be free in plenty of time to catch the

bus home.

But recently I haven't finished until well after midnight.

Since taking the bus home has been out of the question, I've had to take Uber's home.

Despite being your stereotypical poor college student, a little cash from the new professor

has made this possible.

The first few days I called a new bird, but after a friend told me about the cabs that

cruised the bars on the edge of campus for fairs that time of night, I decided I just

catch one of them.

I'd walk the two short blocks to where the taxis were supposed to be and was happy to see

my friend was right.

I noticed the cabs sitting by itself, probably 50 yards from the others and approached it.

Knocking on the driver's window, he rolled it down and I asked if he was available.

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