The e-hailing driver's chilling encounter:

A Ride to Fear

The midnight hour had long passed as Ahsan drove the empty roads, awaiting his next fare. When the request pinged through, he accepted without a second thought. Little did he know this simple booking would plunge him into a night of unearthly terror.

Reaching the pickup point under a shroud of darkness, chills raced down Ahsan's spine at the woman shrouded in black. Her aura weighed heavy with an unnatural gloom. As the sweet scent of jasmine engulfed the car, he was helpless under its cloying spell.

No words were exchanged during the journey, for what understanding could exist between the living and whatever rode with Ahsan that night? Pulling into the graveyard, a gnawing unease took hold as the woman melted into the mist like a wraith.

Peering into the back seat, what Ahsan saw—or did not see—plunged his soul into icy abyss. Lost coins left in place of payment was a mockery, not compensation for the horrors seeded within.

Now, each cry of the muezzin reminds Ahsan those cryptic gates may one day reopen, summoning him back into damnation's embrace. Let his mistake be a warning - when darkness falls, trust not the requests that come, lest the night steal away your humanity forevermore. Some fares are better left untouched, some graves better left unscattered, lest the dead claim dominion over the living at the twilight's end.