Me and hawaiian 5-0 (soon to be member if she passes initial testing) just watched Resurrection. Very disappointing.
Anyways, the following is a true story that happened to Hawaiian 5-0's colleague...you know those crazy investment bankers. Too much snort and they start seeing/hearing things.
It starts off like this...it's another month-end stretch and the poor guy is stuck at the office until the late hours of the morning. He finally decides it's time to go home. He grabs his coat and heads out the building where he proceeds to grab a taxi. Well lemme tell you about that part of central. I can imagine it passing off as an old, haunted industrial area with the right kind of lighting and fog.
The guy is tired, but hey! What luck! A taxi is already down there waiting for him. So as usual, he gets into the back seat and tells the driver "take me home!" The driver starts driving...and suddenly says "sorry for the trouble, but there's an extra passenger. Hope you dont' mind." So the guy starts looking around the taxi but of course, doesn't see anything. So he's like "whatever" and continues staring blankly out the window.
(Interruption) At this point in the story, i'm like "yeah bullshit, your colleague is probably on drugs or something. I dont' believe this story!"
ANyways, back to the story. After a few moments, after no response from the banker, the driver assumes he wasn't heard the first time and says the same thing again. "Sorry, my wife wasn't feeling well tonight. AFter dropping you off, I'll be taking my wife to the hospital" The banker, at this point, starts getting creeped out. He done another quick glance around the taxi and doesn't see anything.
The banker starts freaking out, he wishes he followed his heart and became a florist instead so he wouldn't have to put up with these late nights at the office followed by creepy taxi rides home. So he starts thinking "do i politely ask the taxi driver to stop so i can get out? Or do i just kick the door open and jump out as if my life depended on it?" So he's there getting goosebumps, trying to get a grasp of all the crazy thoughts going through his mind.
While sitting there sweating bullets, a dark figure starts rising from the front passenger seat. Imagine the Ring when Sadako starts crawling out of the TV with the long stringy hair barely doing a good job of covering that horror that is her face. Well it's the same thing in this taxi. But instead of giving a cursed look of tortured pain, the dark figure starts talking!!! (In chinese of course and with the requisite almost-dead voice) "My apologies Mister, hope you don't mind me riding in the taxi with you. I'm not feeling well and my husband is taking me to the hospital."
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Wait, so does the story imply that the taxi driver and the taxi itself are ghosts as well?
And if it was just the wife that was a ghost and everything else was real, I wonder if it was a one-time deal. Or maybe he has do that every night.
Anyway, that's a really horrible story. I vote that we ban ghost stories on the blog!
That guy should of snorted another line and just went with it.
Let the good time roll!
Ok seriously, you guys are retarded. The wife was alive but lying down because she was feeling sick. The passenger didn't see her, so he assumed the taxi driver was talking about a ghost riding in the car with them.
Good lord people.
Next you'll be asking what it means when someone says "the peanut was assaulted."
But how did the co-worker not notice anyone in the passenger seat? When you're outside the cab and about to enter it you automatically see the entire inside of it.
Also, how sick is the wife if the husband has time to pick up fares while driving her to the hospital?
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