The Midnight Fare

Night shift taxi drivers talk about a fare that doesn’t exist. A call that comes

through every few months—same pickup point, same time: 3 a.m. sharp.

They say if you take it, you’ll earn double. The address leads to an old subway

station closed since the 80s. One driver went last winter. He said a woman

was waiting at the platform, veil over her face, no luggage. She asked to go

“home.” Halfway through the ride, she started humming an old tune.

When he looked in the mirror, the back seat was empty—but the humming came from the radio.

Dispatch lost contact with him at 3:27. They found his cab parked at the station entrance,