She was covered in blood. That was the first thing I noticed.

I recently started driving for one of the rideshare apps. I am a student and need the extra cash, you know how it is. <br><br>Until now it has been a good way to earn some extra money, I even enjoy it. I get to chat with a lot of different people and see a lot of different places. I haven’t had any problems or issues until very recently.<br><br>A few nights ago I got a notification. I was closest to the ride, so I got assigned the ride request. When I looked to see who it was and where I was going to take them, my heart skipped a beat. <br><br>Picked up: Jamie. <br>Dropped off: Jamie. <br><br>I thought it was a joke. I have never had a ride request like that before, plus my name is Jamie too - it was a little weird. <br><br>The first thing I thought was that someone I knew played a little joke on me. It was possible. A lot of my friends knew I was driving, and my friends are the kind of people who would think this was a funny thing to do. <br><br>I pulled up to the address, which was a bar/restaurant, and sure enough, a woman walked out and towards my car. <br><br>She got in the backseat. <br><br>“You, uh, don’t have to pay for this ride. It’s on me.” <br><br>She smiled slightly, but didn’t really make eye contact. <br><br>“It’s ok.” She said. “I have money.” Then she opened her purse and pulled out her phone to set the address. <br><br>I could see the corner of a fifty poking out of her purse. That was probably a good sign that I was going to get a good tip. <br><br>She set the address and put her phone away. “You know, Jamie, you’re really cute.” She got really close to my ear when she said it. <br><br>I have had rides try to fluster or get a reaction from me in the past, but this was the first time someone really got under my skin. I felt a chill run down my spine. <br><br>Her breath was cold on my neck when she spoke. It was weird because it was pretty warm out at the time. Almost hot. <br><br>I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road. It was pretty late, so there weren’t a lot of cars out. But we managed to stop by a red light just out of the parking lot. <br><br>I looked in the rear view mirror. She was covered in blood. That was the first thing I noticed. <br><br>Then I realized that it was me. <br><br>I was driving. <br><br>I was looking in the rear view mirror, but I could see myself. I was covered in blood. <br><br>I looked in the backseat. She was covered in blood. That was the first thing I noticed. <br><br>Then I realized that it was me. <br><br>I was sitting in the backseat. <br><br>I was covered in blood. <br><br>I looked at my hands, they were resting on the steering wheel, but they were also on my lap in the backseat. <br><br>I looked in the rear view. <br><br>There I was. Backseat. Covered in blood. <br><br>I looked behind me. There I was. Driving. No blood. <br><br>I looked in the rear view. There I was. Backseat. Covered in blood. <br><br>I looked behind me. There I was. Driving. No blood. <br><br>That went on for a while. <br><br>Every time I looked in the rear view, I could see myself in the back. Every time I looked in the back, I could see myself driving. <br><br>Someone honked their horn. The light had gone green and I was just sitting there. <br><br>I hunkered down and focused on driving. It was only a few minutes to the address she had listed. <br><br>It was a cemetery. <br><br>I pulled up and she opened the door. She grabbed her purse and hopped out. <br><br>I looked in the rear view. I didn’t see myself. <br><br>I looked in the back. I didn’t see myself. <br><br>She opened my door. I don’t know how she got there so fast, because I looked in the rear view mirror, looked in the actual rear seat, and then looked back at my door, and she was there. <br><br>She pulled me out. I didn’t try to struggle. I don’t know why. <br><br>She dragged me out of the car. We walked across the cemetery. <br><br>We stopped. <br><br>I looked down. <br><br>She was covered in blood. <br><br>That was the first thing I noticed.