I was alone in a taxi at 3 a.m. The driver kept silently making eye contact. When I arrived, I rushed out and into my building, climbing to my 8th-floor flat.
Then, I heard footsteps behind me—it was the driver.
Panicked, I started sprinting up the stairs, but he got closer. I turned, and to my horror, he… was holding something in his hand.
My heart nearly stopped.
I thought the worst. “Please, just take what you want!” I cried out.