2 September 2012
A few years ago, I'd traveled to South Korea to teach English. I was living in an apartment which I shared with two Korean girls named Mi Sun and Hwa Young. One night, we went to the night club. The two girls and I had some drinks and danced for hours. At the end of the night, we decided to take a taxi home.
Outside the nightclub, I waved a yellow taxi down. Then we got inside and I sat in the front well they sat in the back seat.
The taxi driver was an odd fellow. He spoke very good English and began telling us jokes. He was actually quite funny and I found myself laughing at everything. When I glanced behind me, I noticed Mi Sun and Hwa Young were not laughing at all. In fact, they were sitting there stone faced with a really odd expression on their faces.
"What's wrong?", I asked. "Why aren't you laughing?"
They wouldn't answer me. Instead, they sat in the backseat staring straight ahead.
Suddenly, Hwa Young leaned forward and whispered something to the man in Korean.
He pulled over at the side and the girls began walking away quickly.
I was puzzled. This wasn't our stop. In fact, it was far from our apartment. I quickly paid the man and ran after the two girls.
"What's the matter?" I asked when I caught up with them.
They turned to me, their faces white with fear.
"We have to call the police!" said Hwa Young.
"Didn't you hear it?" asked Mi Sun. "Coming from the trunk of the taxi. A women's voice saying "please help me. Please help me."
Yellow Taxi • Opuss № I