Had a 12:50pm pick up from the train station today, passenger named *****. Going to ****** ********
There were a large group of women all going to the same destination. More than just my taxi was booked.
I ended up taking ***** and two other ladies.
Chit chat between each other and me during the journey. Then I reached the destination.
A lady stood on the pavement, left, stoney faced, saw me approaching, and put her arm out as if to direct me through the gateway on my right.
I turned right through the gateway, and there, was what I can only describe as a witch, was stood in the middle of the driveway with her hand held out showing me her open palm. I took this to mean stop. So I stopped.
She was wearing a long black robe, was of pale complexion, red lipstick, long straggly hair, several strange necklaces, and was cupping a small round object with Po-Pouri or something in it.
Her eyes were concentrated on mine and she gesticulated me to move closer, so I crept the taxi slowly forward toward her, she put her hand up again implying stop. I was a few feet away from her by now. I stopped.
Then her stare moved to ***** who was in the passenger seat. She was still laughing and giggling and chatting to the other two in the back.
The witch moved toward the passenger side of the car, still staring, at *****, ***** wound the window down, the mood in the car was now quite silent.
The witch bent down and said to *****,
"Are you prepered to die ?"
*****, somewhat shocked by the question said, "In a nice way, yes."
This question was asked to the other two who replied with the same statement as *****
I just sat there thinking what the fu** is all this about ?
The witch took a few steps back, lit the 'pipe', she had in her hands, took a drag, and said, "You may exit the vehicle." Turned around and walked off up the lane.
We all got out the car, I removed their luggage, they were passing money between themselves, obviously sharing the fare.
One gave me the fare, plus a £2 tip, asked me my name, and said "Don't worry about us, we'll be Ok."
So I left. On my way back to town, I decided to call at the office to confirm the return journey times. (If there still alive). 200yds away from the office, for whatever reason, I looked at the passenger seat, and there sat a shiny Ebony black pebble.
I stopped the car and rang *****, pre-recorded answer message. (I had a customer contact number). Doh!
So i went to the office, relayed this story and put the pebble on the office desk.
The telephone operator jumped back in her chair, and screamed "Move it, I always get bad luck"
So, ***** is at ******* ********, for the next 3 days, not answering her phone, prepered to die, and hasn't got her lucky pebble. Oops
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