I had not pick up any fares this evening. It was after dinner time, so I was hoping ffor at least one or two fares at least. Otherwise this eveing would be a complete loss. I drove a cab three nights a week, usually one weekday and the entire weekend. I could make enough extra cash on the weekends, but the weekdays sometime I just drove around a few hours and then went home. Tonight was a quiet Wednesday. I was not sure i would make any money at all. Driving a cab is a lot harded now with Lyft and Uber.

Right as I was about to drive back home and call it a night I was a young man hailing a cab. It was kinda of wierd becuase he was in the middle of the street. He waved both his arms and stood in front of my cab. I notced he had streks of blood on his face. Blood splattered his clothes and he was brewawthing rather hard.

“Hey Buddy,you need a ride.” I asked.

“Yes!” He answered.

I opended the door so he could get in. He keot looking behind him and around. He got in locked both back doors. He was shaking. We rode for a good five minutes in silence. His breathe was slowing down now.

“Where can I take you?” I questioned.

“Anywhere?” He states.

We keep driving for a while longer. I do not want to ask why so much blood, because if I am the next victims. He does jump everytime we her a siren. He is starting to realx. He slowly starts to talk.

He is saying how he killed his best friend that he found in bed with his girlfriend. He thought they were togther, but never could catch them together. She swore they were not together. He got home from work eaarly and did not call this time. When he walked in to the house, he heard noises upstairs. He went up to the bedroom, opened the door and saw them in bed. He blacked out until he woke up covered in blood and both body could not be found. He knew he had to get out og the house. That is whay I met him in the street.