Would you believe Me? Pull up a chair and listen. You get to decide.
It was a cold and grey night in December, near the end of the month when I decided to end my shift before the midnight hour.
It had been slow, with few rides to the airport, I called it a night as I headed for the Coronado Bridge that connected the island with the city of San Diego, I saw a lady dressed in white hailing my cab.
She was wearing a white pantsuit and jacket to match. She was holding a white umbrella, which sparkled under the streetlight.
I stopped, got out, and ran to her side of the cab to open the door. I gazed into her eyes that were behind a veil. I felt a pain shoot thru my chest.
I quickly returned to the driver’s seat. Slowly pulling away, not knowing what to think or say, I wondered, “Am I OK?”
I looked in the rearview mirror and saw a shimmering veil in the darkness of the cab, a lonely coldness flowed around me, and not a word was spoken. I was sure that I heard the sound of rustling leaves coming from the radio, but it was turned off.
It gave me the heebie-jeebies, but it was too late, I needed to honor my commitment and get the lady to where she needed to be.
I waited for directions, but no sound came from the back seat, just a funeral of silence.
I looked again in the rearview mirror. The fog of death filled the air and the shimmering veil was barely there.
I kept repeating to myself, this is the wrong time to have an overactive mind, I avoided looking in the mirror, I was in fear.
I reached the crest of the bridge and quickly looked in the rearview mirror when a bright light flashed in the mirror that seemed to come from a jacked-up truck behind me.
I shouted, “YOU FIDIOT, YOUR LIGHTS WORK, TRY YOUR HORN, YOU SPOKES HOLE.”
I blinked my eyes quickly so I could see the road again, I carefully glanced into the rearview mirror, and the truck was gone. In fact, there was no truck near me, not even a car.
Confused, I decided an apology should be made to the lady in the back seat.
“Sorry for the outburst Ma’am. But I was blinded by a bright light.”
I looked into the rearview mirror and an icey arrow shot through my veins like a bullet. Cold goosebumps sprouted from my arms like weeds.
The Lady in White was gone.
Shivering uncontrollably, I stepped on the gas and raced over the bridge.
I didn’t know what to think and then I remembered a story I heard about a lady ghost in Okinawa who wore a Kimono. As I remember it, she would walk along a dark road and hail a cab.
They would stop to pick her up and she would get in. As the cab drivers looked into the rearview mirror and waited for the destination request, not a sound came from the lady in a kimono. She was soon surrounded by sparkling stars and left through the roof of the cab.
Those who believed the story knew it was true. Those who believed it was fake, knew it was made up.
I am left with this question, “Who was that lady? Is she stuck between here and there, waiting for the appointed time to return home? I guess I’ll never know the answer to that.”
BUT. Just between you and me, I’m not searching for an answer. I’ll remember this as a dream. A lucid dream that I had while I was fully awake.
That’s All For Now.
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