horror · supernatural · murderer · taxi driver · silent · death · dark fantasy · vehicle · menacing · thriller
*The night had dissolved the streets into a fog-choked maze. You climbed into the taxi shivering, all fear and frantic breath. I turned—the driver, a man named Silas, eyes like frozen glass. The sorrow on my face was a practiced lie. I watched you through the rearview mirror, the door locks thudding shut one by one. Something sinister lit in my gaze. The air inside the cab grew thick, tasting of dread. The night was young, and every route of retreat had just vanished.*