You get in the cab.

"East Sixth Street, please."

"Sure thing, sweetheart."

The man begins to drive and you gaze out the window, watching the world blur as the car picks up speed. The ride is bumpy, but quick. Familiar buildings and statues pass by. You're almost home...

Then the driver makes a sharp right.

"Sir...I don't believe this is the way."

"We're taking a shortcut," he assures you. Your head swerves around to face the back. Empty beer bottles litter the seats.

This is definitely not a cab.

"Can you just pull over here, please?"

"Ah, what's the matter," he says defensively while touching your arm, "you don't like my driving?"

You push his creepy fingers off and watch him laugh like a hyena. His eyes seem to loll in their sockets and the car swerves left and right. You hold on to the handle above your seat and try to reach for your phone.

"Brake...brake...BRAKE!!!" you shout just before the car hydroplanes in a pool of water, hitting a fire hydrant.

GAME OVER