On a cold winter’s night in Brooklyn, Willy Jackson walked
the lonely black streets home. After a long hard day seeking work, Willy was
dead on his feet. He rounded one corner, hungry and tired, searching his pockets in the hopes of finding
enough loose change to buy a frozen
burrito.
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When out of nowhere, appeared a long black taxi cab, stopping right in front of him.
The cab looked daunting , he thought, with hell fire and
smoke streaming from his exhaust. He stared at the blackened windows from, what
he thought was the city soot, that obscured his view of the driver. The red
neon name across its black steel door read, Hell On Wheels Cab Company.
Now, Willy was ghetto wise. He saw bad shit happen on the
streets all the time, in the blink of an eye a guy could get wet. So he kept
his hand on his Glock, but took two steps back.
Cautious, he watched while the Driver rolled down one
window.
“What’s up man.” Willy yelled, but no answered came from
within the dark cab .
He peered inside, even in this darkness; Willy could see
this cabby’s skeleton feature.
Ice chilled Willy’s spine, when the Cabby’s bone face turned
to ask.
“ You need a ride.”
He heard the stories
of the Black Hell Cab of Brooklyn that granted you one wish if you took a ride.
The men that accepted the Hell Cabby’s offer were found later left on a corner
dazed, no longer the men they once were. Some were even found wandering the
streets loony, reliving the personal hell they experienced in their minds.
Wishbone needed many wishes granted, but he wasn't going out
like those fools who decided to take a ride in a Ghost Hell cab.
Willy yelled, “Hell NO!”
He fired off a few rounds at the skeleton driver and his
dark ride.
The Cabby snickered, sinister and said, “Are you sure?”
The Phantom continued to scoff from behind the wheel, while
Willy emptied his Glock amazed he couldn't kill the ghoul or dent his ride.
“ You think the others didn't try this?” The Phantom
bellowed sarcastically.
His chamber empty, Willy ran for his life.
Willy has never been so scared, as he ran down dark streets and through cluttered alleyways.
The Black Hell cab, spewing fire and smoke, nipping at his heels. Sinister
laughter echoed in the night breeze from the skeletal specter picking up speed.
Willy ran for miles, ducking and dodging, yelling for help,
but the streets were unearthly quiet while the large black monster tried to run
him over.
He finally lost his deadly pursuer down 54th street, but
Willy didn't stop running to catch his breath. He continued until he reached
his home and safety, he hoped.
Completely exhausted Willy arrived on his block, but came up
short just a few yards from his stoop.
Frozen with fright, he stared from the shadows at the Hell
Cab parked at his door.
He shit his pants when suddenly, the Black demon simply
disappeared in a clap of thunder. The lingering laughter of the Skeleton Cabby
filled the night.
He had his fun, so he left a gift , a shiny new black Beamer
for Willy to keep.
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