"The Pit," a voice rumbled from the back.
"The Pit, huh. I hear stuff about that place."
"All kinds of weird things. People go in and freaks come out."
"Don't believe what you hear, believe what you see."
"Well, I'd rather not see those kinda things." i sought his face but it was obscured by his hood.
The Pit was an old mansion about 10 miles outside the city. For the last dozen years it had became a gathering spot for the fringes of society. Kids conforming in their nonconformity for the most part but it was the elders who gave me the creeps; tonight's passenger was one.
I slowed as I approached the gate. "Um, I usually stop at the gate." My voice betrayed me and I shook with fear.
I hesitated, "Okay. But I'm stopping on the other side of the gate."
A shiver ran up my spine and ended with a tingling at the base of my skull as I passed through the gate, "It's a higher fare..."
"Just drive," he boomed.
"Yeah, okay." The mansion hovered in the mist that suddenly appeared. Lit only by candlelight strange shadows danced on the walls inside. I shuddered, "Could this place get any creepier?" He paid his fare, slid out of the cab and glided towards the house.
"Thanks. Have a good evening," I shouted as I drove towards the gate. Strange laughter erupted behind me and I looked in the rear view mirror. Slamming the brakes, I screamed. The face in the mirror wasn't mine and it wasn't human.
His words echoed back, "Believe what you see."