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11 hrs agoZara had taken that same route every day after work — CMS to Ajah, rain or shine. But that night, something felt… delayed. Every Bolt driver was rejecting the trip. So she settled for a battered yellow cab that pulled up like it had been waiting all evening.
The driver — an elderly man in a brown kaftan — smiled with crooked teeth. “Ajah, abi? N1,000 flat.” Too cheap for the distance. But she was tired.
The cab was spotless inside. Odd, considering the rust outside. No radio. No traffic noise. No honking. The world felt muted. “Oga, why your car quiet like this?” she joked. The man didn’t answer. He just drove.
They passed Falomo, then Lekki Phase 1 — but something was off. No other cars. No pedestrians. No light. She looked at her phone. 2:46 a.m. “But how?” She had entered the cab at 9:30 p.m.
“Oga, where we dey go?” she asked, louder now. Still no response. Then she looked at the mirror. There was no reflection. Not hers. Not the driver’s. She blinked. Her own face — gone.
Zara grabbed her bag and opened the door mid-motion, tumbling onto an empty expressway. The cab vanished. She walked for hours — no people, no sound. Only fog.
When she finally saw a kiosk with light, she rushed to it. The newspaper on the table read: “Missing Woman: 25-year-old Zara declared missing after taking late-night cab. Last seen 2 weeks ago.”
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