The radio was just background noise at this point.<br/><br/>Ten minutes. It has been ten minutes since Ricardo had pulled up to the house, and this guy still had not gotten in the car. After he had texted him, the guy stepped out of his house only to be stopped by a woman and a young girl. The only interaction they’ve had was a brief ‘one moment’ gesture before the three of them started talking, leaving him sit there. Whatever conversation they were having, he hoped it was something important.<br/><br/>Ricardo drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He wasn’t really in any hurry but he did have a schedule to keep and did not want to be bitched out over one person causing him to be a few minutes late to wherever he was going next. Letting out a sigh, he checked his phone out of impatience before contemplating whether or not he should blast the horn. After a few seconds, his hands moved quicker than his reason. However, he had no regrets. The man turned around, gestured an apology and parted with the woman and young girl. He smiled to himself as the man hurried toward the car.<br/><br/>Normally, Ricardo was not an impatient person. Today was an exception, as he had a rough night the day before, pulling a double shift at his usual job, and just wanted to get home. Perhaps it was the caffeine in his system making him jittery; he drank four cups of coffee before heading out.<br/><br/>“Sorry, sorry!”<br/><br/>The man getting into the backseat of the car brought Ricardo out of his thoughts. “It’s fine. Where are we going?” He shrugged.<br/><br/>“The train station.”<br/><br/>“Alright.” He plugged the address into the GPS on his phone, and went on his way.<br/><br/>The drive was quiet for around ten minutes, until the radio began to cover an incident last night. Something about a train showing up at the station empty. He’s heard the story repeated a few times and usually paid it no mind. There didn’t seem to be any new information at this time and it hardly concerned him anyway. Weird shit happens all the time.<br/><br/>“Hey, mind turning the radio up?” Ricardo’s passenger asked.<br/><br/>“Sure thing…”<br/><br/>He saw the passenger places his hand on the back of the headrest and lean forward a bit. “What do you make of this?”<br/><br/>“What? The train showing up, without any people? I don’t know… it’s definitely creepy.”<br/><br/>“Exactly! It’s way too creepy, I’d even dare to say it’s something supernatural.”<br/><br/>“Like a ghost?” Ricardo chuckled. Over the past two years of this, he has picked up some weird ass people. The amount of intensity this guy seemed to have while speaking was kind of amusing. He wouldn’t go so far as to call this guy crazy; he was entitled to his beliefs. He never really put much thought into these things, and they sometimes annoyed him, he had learned to tune people out over time, being someone who doesn’t really have a set belief system. But it was certainly entertaining for sure.<br/><br/>“Aren’t you the least bit curious, the train station might be haunted?”<br/><br/>“That’s crazy talk, man, I just drive for a living. I don’t know about any of this ghost shit,” he shrugged. “Doesn’t concern me.”<br/><br/>The passenger leaned back against his seat, “I see… Interesting.”<br/><br/>Much to Ricardo’s relief, the rest of the ride was quiet. But still… No matter how he tried to shake it, so many people disappearing at one time was weird as hell.