
HagiQafir
NEET
- Nov 5, 2024
- 105
When I was like 5-6 years old or something, we got into a taxi that was parked near its station thingy (I don’t know about other countries, but they have stations here where they rest or wait for a call here) with my parents. It was a winter night, and we were out of town visiting some relatives for a week or some shit. The driver of the taxi was an old Santa-lookin’ ass wholesome chungus grandpa, and he asked if it’s okay for us to wait for a couple of minutes in the car with him because he was waiting for someone to deliver something to, and my parents said yes. Then he started small talk, asked our names, and told his own name. At the 3-minute mark, he said he’s going to hop outside for a second and check if the person who he has to deliver something to arrived at the station yet. He went inside, and 30 seconds later, some 30-year-old-something dude came out instead, sat in the driver’s seat, and asked where we wanted to go. My dad said, 'What happened to the old guy? Isn’t this his car?' and the driver got confused and asked what he looked like. My parents described it, and then he asked if we knew the dude’s name. When my parents say his name, the dude said with a shock on his face, 'You just described my long-dead father, and this was his car.' After some awkward talk and silence, we arrived. My parents didn’t talk about it any further, but after like 2 hours, I couldn’t just wait anymore and asked, 'WTF was that Santa ghost guy?' They looked me dead in the eye and said, 'The what?' I told them everything that happened, but they said that didn’t happen; you must have dreamt it. I know this reads like a creepypasta from the 2000s, but I swear I remember this shit very vividly. Either I had a schizo episode, or it happened. Anyway, share your own experiences if you have any, please.
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