Lo Que Viven Conductores De Uber Historias De Terror - REDE

0:03 First testimony was an too hot afternoon of a summer day in the year two thousand nineteen. At that time I worked driving a car to uber. It was almost a year since I was driving for aquato and nearby places. During those months I thought I' d seen everything. I had seen people coming back from parties very late at night, also people traveling for work who looked very tired, as if they carried a lot of problems on them from time to time. I also had to take some scary people. It was almost midnight and I had just left a client at his house. That client had drunk a lot of alcohol somewhere in the city center. Although it was too late, I decided I was going to make a few more trips before I finished my job for that day. That afternoon I had had less work than usual and needed to make sure I made enough money to be able to pay my bills by the end of the month. Suddenly my phone rang was a new travel request. Without wasting time, I accepted the trip because I wanted to make a little more money that day. The streets were completely dark that night and only the headlights in my car made it possible to have something on the road while following what the GPS told me. After a while, the GPS told me that I had already arrived where I had to pick up my

1:36 next passenger. The place didn' t look anything nice. It was a warehouse that looked like no one had used in many years. Located in a part of the city where there was nothing else. The windows of the building were all broken and the walls filled with drawings and words made with spry. I stopped the car right in front of the warehouse and started to rer my phone to see the details of the trip. Again I remember the passenger' s name very well. His name was José García. The place where I had to take Joseph was almost two hours away from where we were. That, along with the lonely and ugly part of the place where I had to pick it up, made me feel a little scared. I took a deep breath trying to calm down and waited for Joseph to appear. I found it very strange that someone asked for a huber for a journey so long and more from that place that it looked so scary. Although he missed me, I thought maybe this passenger came from some party and had to go back to his house, which was a long way from there. To be sure, I decided to send a quick message over my phone to confirm that the address was the right one. So I just sat there in my car waiting. The minutes were passing very slowly. I was sitting there with the car engine still on and every second seemed longer than the previous one. The noise of the

3:07 engine was the only thing heard in the silence of the night. I was beginning to think about canceling the trip, almost doing so to return to parts of the city where there were more people, more light and less danger. But right then I saw a figure coming from afar. I noticed that the figure I thought was my passenger was tall and thin. He was wearing a long dark coat that made no sense for a summer night as hot as that. When he got closer, I saw something even weirder in how he looked. His skin was very pale, almost of an unnatural color and although it was night, he wore very dark sunglasses that covered his eyes. Finally, the man came to the car and opened the back door without saying anything.

4:00 His movements were very slow, as if he had to think long before doing everything. It almost seemed that he was not a person, but rather a machine, as I always welcomed him with a friendly tone, hoping that he would say something or, even if it were, make a gesture, but there was no answer. He sat there quietly and didn' t even close the car door, something I had to do before I started driving. It is not very common to have passengers who say nothing and act so strangely. In spite of that, I tore up the car and started moving. While driving. I tried several times to talk, to say something about the weather or about how dark the night was, but he didn' t respond, there was no sound, apart from the engine of the car and the air hitting the windows. As we entered more into the darkness of the road.

4:59 I thought maybe the passenger was too tired or maybe in a bad mood. I decided that it was best to give him his space and I focused only on driving where he told me we were going. The journey went on without hearing almost anything, only the noise of the tires as they rolled down the asphalt. From time to time I looked at my passenger through the rearview mirror. Every time I did it, I felt a chill that swung my back around his face. He didn' t show any emotion and he was still wearing those sunglasses that he never took off. I couldn' t see his eyes, but something about how he sat and how he filled. The space in the car felt heavy as if carrying something else I couldn' t see.

5:47 During the trip I tried to talk to him several times. I asked him how his night had been and where he was going exactly, but he never answered me his silence was disturbed, though not completely weird. In all these years driving I had encountered many passengers who preferred silence during the journey, so I convinced myself that the best thing was to focus, to drive and simply finish the trip as per. We were further away from the center of the city, the streets became darker and the atmosphere around it felt darker. I couldn' t help thinking something was deeply wrong. It wasn' t just the silence of my passenger that made me uncomfortable. It was as if he brought with him a feeling of evil that was beginning to fill the car.

6:40 My heart was beating faster every time I thought about it and I accidentally looked back through the rearview mirror again. This time, when I looked in the mirror, I realized that he was staring at me. Although his eyes were covered by dark glasses, he could see the reflection of the dim brightness of the lights inside the car in his lenses. That image made me even more nervous. I tried to hide how I felt. I adjusted the mirror a little bit and kept driving, trying to ignore the feeling that someone was watching me all the time as I followed the way. The atmosphere inside the car felt more and more tense. I was making a big effort to concentrate on the road, but it was hard not to think about that weird passenger.

7:29 I still knew it was my job to take him as far as he ' d asked. So I kept driving, trying not to let myself be dominated by fear as I walked down that dark, lonely road. Suddenly I was overwhelmed by a very strange feeling and without being able to contain myself I asked him if everything was okay, with a voice that shook me a little at first, the passenger said nothing. Instead of responding he began to lean slowly forward. He got closer and closer to the back of my seat. It felt like the air inside the car was getting colder as if the temperature had dropped suddenly. I noticed my own breath tarnished in the cold air of the car. A clear sign that the temperature inside had dropped suddenly. An intense fear began to fill my chest. I was caught up in a dilemma about what to do. I knew I couldn' t just stop the car in the middle of nowhere, especially with a passenger as strange as the one I had at the time. To complicate things. My cell phone had no signal so I couldn' t ask for help. With my eyes stuck on the road, I grabbed the wheel harder than usual, so much so that my knuckles became white. The minutes passed extremely slow. Every second seemed an

9:00 eternity, as the passenger continued to approach me silently and threateningly. The attention became increasingly difficult to bear and I finally reached my limit. I couldn' t hold back anymore and burst into questions yelling at him what he wanted. That' s when the passenger finally spoke his voice. It made me shudder It was cold It completely lacked any human emotion. He just said it was me asking the passenger to explain exactly what he wanted me to tell me why he had decided to get in my car that night. However, instead of giving me a clear and direct answer, he only repeated enigmatically. You' re, you didn' t understand anything that was happening, but the fear that invaded me was enough to keep me pushing the throttle, not knowing what fate was waiting for me. At the end of that disquieting journey, the minutes passed slowly, so slow that each one seemed an entire hour. As I kept driving deeper and deeper in the darkness of the night. Around me.

10:18 The landscape had changed completely. The constant and bright lights of the city had been replaced by an almost total darkness that is only found in the countryside where there is almost no light. I had long since stopped looking through the rearview mirror, but I could still feel his eyes nailed to my back. I didn' t need to see him to know he was there. Looking at me, I could hear his breathing, which became heavier with every kilometer we walked, as if somehow he was absorbing the fear I felt. I wanted to find some way out of the situation I was in, but I didn' t dare stop. The car was completely alone in the middle of nowhere and the pointless things the passenger had murmured. Before they made me think that any sudden movement or attempt to flee could make this man, who was clearly nothing normal, do something wrong to me. The road became even more lonely and abandoned. The only light present was that of the lighthouses in my car, which lit up a route flanked by a wooded environment. The trees seemed increasingly dense and closed on the road. From time to time some signs appeared on the sides of the road, lighted fleetingly by the headlights of my car. It was in one of those moments of relative silence that the passenger

11:50 decided to break his silence again. His low voice and a threatening tone said I am you could not understand what he meant by those words, but every time he spoke, fear increased within me. The only thing I could think of was the possibility that this man at any moment could do something wrong to me. I felt increasingly nervous and fearful. With a shaky movement, I looked at my phone, which was placed on the board stand. The screen clearly showed that there was no signal. But still, driven by panic, I decided to try to make a call. Marking the emergency number. I activated the speaker in the hope that somehow the call could connect. Despite the lack of signal. The phone rang once later, a second time and to my surprise, someone on the other side answered what my emergency was. Right then, the passenger made a sudden move. It wasn' t to attack me, but to grab my hands and keep them away from the wheel.

13:03 This caused the car to begin to deviate dangerously along the narrow road, while I was struggling to regain control of the vehicle. I fought hard to regain control of the steering wheel, but the guy was incredibly strong as much as he tried to move it It was like he was struggling with a concrete wall. It just didn' t move an inch. Meanwhile, the car started zigzagging along the road in a dangerous way. The passenger, with a laugh that sounded almost inhuman, repeated over and over again with a strange and distorted tone of voice. You' re me. His laughter and repetitive words made the situation even more chilling. Suddenly I saw the brightness of headlights coming from the front or another year coming quickly in the opposite direction. At that point I realized that I had to act fast, or this man could do something like turn the wheel and cause a frontal shock with despair. I pressed the brake with all my strength. The car swerved to the side. We were shot off the road, as the terrain next to the road was uneven and full of bumps. The car started to overturn was so sudden and violent that I lost count of how many times we turned. I think we took at

14:37 least two full laps before the car finally stopped staying upside down. This guy, despite everything that was going on, kept laughing. At that point I realized something wasn' t right. He wasn' t wearing his seat belt, but he was still hanging headlong on the seat like nothing else. That didn' t make sense. The car had gone around several times, should have been thrown or at least moved from its seat if it was not secured with the belt. I convinced myself that what was sitting there couldn' t be human. I quickly let go of my seatbelt, opened the car door and ran away without daring to look back. As I was running towards the road, I noticed that the other vehicle I had seen approaching had stopped.

15:31 After watching my car get out of the way and roll out of the car under a couple watching me with an expression of concern on their faces. Without wasting time, I began to tell them what had happened, talking quickly and almost unable to breathe as I begged them to help me. They didn' t hesitate for a moment and immediately called the police. While we were waiting for the authorities to arrive. The couple tried to calm me down. They assured me I was safe now that I didn' t have to worry anymore. However, I could not stop shaking not only because of the blows or pieces of glass that I had embedded in my left arm and face, but also because of the laughter of that being whatever was in my car. He was chasing me in the mind. When the police arrived, they immediately went to look for the passenger, but when inspecting my car they found no one inside. At that point I checked my pockets to get my cell phone out, but then I remembered that I should have been wrecked in the accident inside the car. Desperate. I asked the couple who had helped me to borrow their phone. I knew the number to contact Uber in emergency cases. I called immediately to report the accident and ask for information about the last passenger I had taken. When the information reached the whatsapp of the cell phone I had

17:03 borrowed, what I saw left me very confused. It was the information of a passenger, but not of the one who had been in the car with me When the accident occurred, I called again to uber to clarify the situation, but they insisted that the information they had sent me corresponded to the last passenger registered with my driver number. This didn' t make sense. I knew there was someone else in my car, someone who wasn' t on his records. While trying to understand what was going on, the ambulance arrived. The paramedics quickly approached me and started checking me out. I thanked the couple who had helped me and returned their cell phone before heading to the ambulance.

17:49 Although I had no serious injuries, the pieces of glass that I had embedded in my left arm and on my face needed to be removed, so it was necessary to go to the hospital until today I still do not understand exactly what happened that night. I don' t know who that passenger was or why he didn' t show up in UBER' s records. The situation remains a mystery that I have not been able to resolve. Second testimony. I' ve been driving UBER for years and honestly I' ve seen almost everything from passengers getting in the car completely drunk and making a lot of noise to people who just want to talk for a while. I thought I was used to all kinds of situations and nothing could really surprise me. However, what happened to me one night in New Laredo was completely different from anything I had experienced before. Something truly disconcerting. It was a Friday afternoon when it just happened I had left a passenger who smelled too bad. The smell had been almost unbearable during the trip and after leaving, I felt the urgent need to take a break to get some air. I decided to park in

19:21 a poorly lit alley near the godfather, a restaurant well known in the area for its burgers and because it is open at 24 hours. It was a place where I used to stop sometimes a familiar point that gave me some peace of mind. I laid down my seat a little bit to be more comfortable and took out my phone to check the uber app waiting to see if there were any new travel requests. It didn' t take long for a notification to appear on the screen without turning it around. I accepted the trip. The directions on the app led me a few blocks from where I was, so I tore the car off and followed the route to the next destination.

20:06 When I got to the point where I was dialing the GPS, I noticed a young man I calculated was about 20 years old. He looked nervous, he was constantly looking back as if he expected someone to be following him or stalking him. He was wearing a hoodie that seemed to have seen better days, quite worn out and his face was partially hidden under the shadow that had given him a mysterious and somewhat disturbing look. I walked in the car and lowered the window to talk to him I asked him if it was Juan. I wasn' t sure what to expect from this meeting. The young man ’ s apparent anxiety was beginning to spread with nervousness. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally nodded his head and climbed into the back seat.

20:57 You can notice clearly that he was really upset, as his hands were shaking as he tried to fasten his seat belt to try to reduce tension. I decided to start a conversation. I asked him where he was going making an effort to sound as friendly and calm as possible. Just drive there tells you the app. It was John' s response with a nervous voice. Clearly something disturbed him, but I decided it was not wise to push him with more questions, so I just tore the car off the sidewalk and started following the route that the app marked. The atmosphere inside the car felt tense.

21:41 The silence was only broken from time to time by the deep, agitated breathing of John, who kept throwing anxious glances through the window like looking for something or someone in the street. The attention increased at every minute and I couldn' t keep quiet and ono. I expressed my concern for the state of John, who, with a deep sigh, seemed to be abruptly free from the burden of his anguish. He confessed that something was after him. Through the rearview mirror he tried to understand John' s expression partially hidden under his hood. The confusion and concern took over me. Faced with his revelation, John struggling to find the right words, explained with difficulty that it was not something human and that he had followed him from his apartment. His words filled me with unexpected fear. During a simple journey moved by a mixture of fear and intrigue, I inquired more about what was after him. Juan, panicking, admitted he couldn' t believe it if he explained it. His voice and hands trembled. Despite the growing fear. My curiosity as a driver used to listening to all kinds of stories, drove me to India more.

23:00 He hesitated for a moment whether he should share his secret or not. He finally told me he was some kind of creature that wasn' t from this world. He could change shape and he didn' t know why he was chasing him. I couldn' t stay in a place for long as he told his story, my mind worked at full speed trying to make sense of his words a creature capable of changing shape and chasing him tirelessly. It sounded something out of a science, fiction or terror movie, more than reality. I wondered if I wouldn' t be under the effect of some substance.

23:41 He didn' t seem violent rather the kind that might have consumed something hallucinogenic that makes you see things that aren' t there. Although part of me thought that everything was a product of his imagination, I decided to follow the game and just keep driving. Suddenly,Án became even more tense. He ' s here. He whispered in such a low voice that I could hardly hear it quickly. I looked in the rearview mirror and only saw the road behind us. I pointed it out to him trying to calm him down and waiting for him to calm down. However, John' s breathing became faster and began to shakyly point toward the corner of the block of one of the blocks ahead. I followed John' s gaze and, indeed there, in the distance, a dark figure was moving towards us at a surprising, almost unnatural speed. It was creepy. As he moved, he didn' t seem to have a normal walk. More like floating on the pavement. Its shape was constantly contorted and changed, as if it were composed of smoke or shadows, something that it could not clearly define. Never in my life had I witnessed something so disturbing or r and out of the ordinary, without stopping to think more, I stepped on the accelerator thoroughly, pushing my car to the limit of its capacity. The creature quickly gained ground, getting closer and

25:14 closer to each passing second. Juan would hold on to the seats with a lot of force and yell at me to make it faster. I yelled at him that I was trying. While my heart was pounding against my chest, I accelerated even more trying to distance us from that terrifying entity. Although I knew I should keep my attention on the road, I couldn' t help but throw poaching glances into the rearview mirror. From time to time, the creature was now only a few meters away behind us and its shape became clearer and clearer was a monstrosity, a kind of grotesque mixture of crooked limbs and its skin had a grayish and sickening tone. You couldn' t say he had a definite face. Instead, it only showed huge open jaws, filled with rows of sharp teeth like blades. In a desperate attempt to escape, I took a detour to a less busy street and passed under a bridge.

26:19 That' s when, suddenly, the creature stopped following us disappeared as abruptly as it had appeared. However, while I was still driving at high speed trying to get as far away as possible from the last place where we saw that abomination, a black van gave me the high lights. Anyone who' s back up will know that that' s usually not a good sign, so I had no choice but to stop. The van stopped right in front of my car and several armed men came down from it. We were ordered out of the vehicle to and by, counting on their weapons. They asked me why we were going at that speed with our hands up. I explained to them that I was trying to take Juan to the hospital, because he had had a bad trip that was hallucinating intensely. The man looked at me with great doubt. I insisted that I ask John about what he had been chasing us, assuring him that he would realize that John was under the influence of something. The armed man addressed John and asked him what was going on.

27:33 John still affected by terror. He told him the truth about the incomprehensible creature that had persecuted us. Although I knew it was true because I had seen it with my own eyes, I realized that it sounded crazy and that we were unlikely to be believed. The armed guy. He turned his attention to me, wondering what substance he had consumed. Juan told him that he didn' t know exactly what he had gotten into, that when I got to pick him up, he was already in that state and that' s why he wanted to take him to the hospital. Fortunately, the armed man believed all the explanations I gave him and finally let us go, but not without warning me to slow down. I thanked him relieved. I went back to the car, where Juan was expecting me just as nervous and we got going again. Throughout the journey to the hospital, both John and I remained extremely alert, watching in case the creature who had persecuted us decided to appear again. However, the rest of the trip took place without incident. There were no more signs of the monster. When I arrived at the hospital, I helped Juan get out of the car and made sure he got into the emergency room. After seeing that I was in the hands of the doctors, I walked away from the place reflecting. As I walked away, there was no doubt that this had been the strangest and scariest journey I had ever experienced

29:07 as a driver of written and adapted stories. Ramiro contreras