Taxi Drivers Receive Hell Money, It Happens in Every City

Among taxi drivers, there is a very old story, and every city has its own version.

Around two or three in the morning, someone waves by the roadside—a young man who says he wants to go to some place, quite a distance away. After getting in the car, he doesn't speak. The driver looks at him in the rearview mirror; his face is pale, his clothes a bit worn and a bit damp. On the way, the driver asks him something, and he gives a small 'en,' his voice very low.

When they arrive, the passenger says: I don't have any change on me, wait for me, I'll go inside to get some. He gets out of the car and walks into a building.

The driver waits twenty minutes, but no one comes out. He gets out and knocks on the door. An elderly woman opens it. After listening to him, she is stunned for a long time, then says: The person you're talking about is my son; he died three years ago, and today is his death anniversary.

The driver returns to the car and finds a stack of money on the back seat, one bill after another—all hell money. In some versions, the seat is wet, and when touched, it's water.

The story has different endings: some say the driver took the hell money home and fell seriously ill; some say the hell money turned into a pile of paper ash the next day; in another version, before getting out, the passenger says: "Drive to the intersection ahead, whatever you do, don't turn right." The driver doesn't turn, and the next day he hears there was a car accident at that intersection.

Stories like this exist all over the world. Japan has "ghost passengers," and America has "vanishing hitchhikers." Folklorists say this type of story existed even before cars appeared, back when people rode in horse-drawn carriages.

However, one thing is true. After the 2011 Great East Japan Earthquake and tsunami, a university student in Ishinomaki City, Miyagi Prefecture, was writing his graduation thesis and interviewed local taxi drivers. Several drivers told him that after the tsunami, they picked up such passengers: wearing thick winter coats in sweltering heat, heading to places flattened by the tsunami, asking on the way, "Am I already dead?" and when the driver looked back, the seat was empty. Several drivers said they didn't want to talk much about it, just quietly sharing these experiences.

As for what these drivers actually saw, the student's thesis drew no conclusion.

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