I wait outside, frequently checking my phone. I can't be late, my mom would kill me. Tapping my foot against the concrete, a car pulls up, must be my Uber... Finally, I think. I rush towards the car and knock on the passenger window. It rolls down to eye level,

"Are you my driver?" I ask the man in the car. He slowly nods. I open the back car door and slide in.

Quickly snapping on my seatbelt, I tell the driver, "I have to get home quickly, please start driving." He nods once more and the car starts.

5 minutes pass and I observe that the driver isn't as chatty, but it doesn't bother me too much. My phone vibrates, it's a text message. I unlock my phone to check it. My heart drops. Hey. It's your Uber, I'm outside! My breathing starts to speed up. I glance at the rearview mirror, trying to look at the man's face, but I can't get a good glimpse at him. I look outside the window at a street I don't recognize. I check the directions on his phone. It says 2 minutes until the destination. This isn't where I live.

"Um.. Excuse me... I think you made a wrong turn somewhere... I don't live around here..." I hesitate. He doesn't answer, until a chuckle leaves his mouth and I start panicking. He pulls up to an abandoned house, a very small one in fact. He gets out of the car and opens my door.

"Please take me home..."

"You are home."