The Midnight Cab Ride of Terror: A Fateful Fare | Dark Hour Stories I've been a taxi driver in this soulless city for over five years. It's a big city, sure, but that doesn't make it alive. It's like one of those empty, worn seashells washed ashore that you might find on the beach, outside all shimmery, but inside hollow. The streets are wide and filled with towering buildings, but they ...
The Midnight Cab Ride of Terror: A Fateful Fare | Dark Hour Stories
I've been a taxi driver in this soulless city for over five years. It's a big city, sure, but that doesn't make it alive. It's like one of those empty, worn seashells washed ashore that you might find on the beach, outside all shimmery, but inside hollow. The streets are wide and filled with towering buildings, but they ...