Como taxista te encuentras con todo tipo de pasajeros, los que te toman de terapia y te cuentan todo, los que se quejan hasta de su madre, las que te tratan bien y hasta con cariño y las que creen que pagaran el servicio con favores corporales.

Siendo taxista te puede suceder de todo literalmente, y hasta te expones no solo a peligros producto de la delincuencia sino también la envidia por poseer un vehículo, así tenia una clienta que aunque ustedes no lo crean cada vez que me negaba a hacerle las carreras se me dañaba el carro y si no pues quería satisfacerme con su cuerpo, a lo cual no cedía porque valoro mi hogar.

Hello friends of Hive, I am a cab driver and I work for a well known cab line in the area where I live in Yaracuy State, Venezuela. I want to share with you one of the many experiences I have had in this profession, some have left me happy, others disappointed, but there are some that have left my hair standing on end.

As a cab driver you meet all kinds of passengers, those who take you for therapy and tell you everything, those who complain even about their mother, those who treat you well and even with affection and those who believe that they will pay for the service with body favors.

Being a cab driver literally anything can happen to you, and even you expose yourself not only to the dangers of crime but also the envy of owning a vehicle, so I had a client that although you do not believe it every time I refused to make the races my car was damaged and if not, she wanted to satisfy me with her body, which I did not give in because I value my home.

Pero la experiencia que quisiera relatarles es aquella donde entre los pasajeros estaba uno muy particular, de esos que a veces puedes ver cuando se te montan en el carro, otras veces se montan y te das cuenta es con el susto o se bajan y ni supiste en que momento sucedió.

Imagine that even help with a witch I had to seek to get rid of this woman that every time she rode in my car something happened to me, today I finally got her away from me.

But the experience I would like to tell you about is the one where among the passengers was a very particular one, one of those that sometimes you can see when they get in the car, other times they get in the car and you realize it is with the fright or they get out and you did not even know when it happened.

Al llegar a la casa veo que se montan en el vehículo cuatro personas, una señora, dos muchachos, una muchacha y un señor. Iniciamos nuestro camino hacia su parada final. Todos iban platicando menos el señor, al que yo observaba en el espejo retrovisor y aunque hacia mi esfuerzo por detallarlo no le veía bien el rostro. Pensé que era por la oscuridad del carro.

Recorrimos aproximadamente media hora de camino y finalmente llegamos al sitio donde dejaría a mis clientes. Comienzan a bajarse uno a uno y les veo salir del vehículo a todos menos al señor que les mencione.

La señora me cancela mi servicio y se da vuelta para entrar a su casa cuando le digo !Señora les falta una persona¡ ¿Quien? - pregunta ella. Le respondo el señor y miro por el espejo retrovisor. Ya no había nadie sentado allí ni se habían bajado mas personas del vehículo.

Ella me mira fijamente y me dice nosotros eramos 4 nada mas. Me temblaron las manos, las piernas y todo mi cuerpo, al darme cuenta que ese quinto pasajero no era un ser de carne y hueso, que nos acompaño en este viaje un pasajero fantasma el cual no se si iba con ellos o se nos unió en el camino

This happened to me one night when I was working, the nights are cooler and although there is more danger, the pay is also better. From the line I was assigned to look for some clients in a house to take them to a distant sector of the city center.

When I arrive at the house I see four people get into the vehicle, a lady, two boys, a girl and a man. We started our way to their final stop. Everyone was talking except the man, whom I observed in the rearview mirror and although I made an effort to detail him, I could not see his face well. I thought it was because of the darkness of the car.

We drove for about half an hour and finally arrived at the place where I would leave my clients. They start to get off one by one and I see them all get out of the vehicle except the gentleman I mentioned.

The lady cancels my service and turns around to enter her house when I tell her "Ma'am you are missing one person. - she asks. I answer the gentleman and look in the rearview mirror. There was no one sitting there and no one else had gotten out of the vehicle.

She stares at me and says there were only 4 of us. My hands, legs and my whole body trembled, when I realized that this fifth passenger was not a being of flesh and blood, that we were accompanied on this trip by a ghost passenger which I do not know if he was with them or joined us on the road.

Desde ese día no volví a llevar a esa clienta, no vaya a ser que el pasajero fantasma la acompañe a ella y que para la próxima vez por poder verlo, el señor me muestre nítidamente su rostro y se quiera quedar paseando conmigo

The truth is that when we ride in a car we carry passengers that we do not perceive and when we can see them, it is usually a big scare.

Since that day I did not take that client again, lest the ghost passenger accompanies her and that the next time I see him, the gentleman shows me his face clearly and wants to stay and ride with me.

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