My Uber Driver Is Trying To Kil Me

My Uber Driver Is Trying To Kil Me

It was really a great party, to say the least. I’d admit that I might have been drunk on the way home but that doesn’t really change what I had experienced tonight. Now forgive me if I’m not the best writer in the world. Observing grammar is also really hard when you’re shaken up so just bear with me, alright?

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It was 1 in the morning when I realized that I really needed to go home. If I didn’t go home that instant, I would be late for my job the next day, and I can’t afford to be late again. Anyway, I stupidly left my car at my home and decided to grab a ride from Marcus. Looking back, that was probably the decision that got me into this mess. I decided to uber and opened the app to see if anyone could pick me up. Luckily, or unluckily, someone responded. He said he’d be at my location in 5 minutes. When he arrived, he asked for my address, I gave it to him and we drove off. I apparently zoned out on the way there so I didn’t really know what happened until I awoke to see us driving along the woods, opposite my address.

“Hey, uh, I don’t think this is the way to the address.” I murmured, feeling tired. “Yeah, I figured you would say that.” He said and in one swift motion, he knocked me out using a gun he’s holding.

The next time I woke up, I was at a familiar place, my old house, or at least what’s left of it. My hands were bound and I was gagged. My Uber driver was standing in front of me. I tried to hit him but the rope was too thick.

“Why are you doing this?” I shouted at him. He paused, analyzing me.

“Were you the only one who survived?” He finally said.

“What are you talking about?” I said, louder this time.

“The fire.” He explained and everything came rushing back in. He was talking about the fire that killed my parents. The fire that burned away every memory I had of my family. The fire that happened right at this house. I was only 7 at the time and, miraculously, was the only survivor of the fire.

“Why do you care anyway?” I hissed. He rushed to me and got hold of my neck.

“Because I made a deal. All I needed to complete the deal was to kill all of you within the confines of this house. I thought the fire would finish the job. Turns out I was wrong, but now I have you. All I need to do is to slash your throat and he would raise her back from the dead.”

I could see the knife from my peripheral. At that point, I was scared and fumbled for my phone on my back pocket. Luckily, my phone had an emergency feature. It dialed 911 by itself. As soon as the operator talked, I kicked him hard on the groin and ran.

“Help, I’m in 516 Elmer Road. Someone’s trying to kill me.” I hastily said.

“Alright sir, we’ll be there in 5 minutes. Stay there, please.” She said.

Good thing I grabbed the knife from him. I cut the rope and quickly hid under a molten table inside a room. I swear I could hear footsteps from the doorframe. He’s here. I could feel my heart pounding. The table was flipped, revealing the guy holding the gun. He pointed it at me and fired. I dodged and he missed. I clumsily fumbled for the knife. Oh shit. I dropped it. Why did I drop it? The next thing I know, he was already on top of me. I tried pushing him but he was too heavy.

“You’re death was sealed the moment that fire started!” He pointed the gun and fired it. I screamed but there wasn’t any blood. It wasn’t his gun that fired. It was the police. They surrounded him in the room and cuffed him. The police took him away and I was interrogated. I told them everything and they let me go home.

I’m writing this at my computer right now. I really can’t believe what happened tonight. I’m just glad I’m alive.

Oh no. There was a prison break. It was the same prison he was in. Oh shit. He had my address.

Submitted June 11, 2018 at 05:18PM by MineSoCliche

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