I'm a random anon, but I'd like to tell a true story from when I was a cab driver (before Uber/Lyft):
I believed I picked up somebody who was either a messed up prostitute, a person involved in some evil sex trade, or both.
It was around 3AM on a weekend night. It was quiet, not much business. I get a fare on my computer that was just a first name, an address, and a phone number.
I drive up to this apartment complex that was poorly lit and I call the phone number on the passengers information. I get no response, but leave a message.
After about 10 minutes of trying multiple times on the phone, I still didn't get a response.
Then suddenly I see this dark figure walking towards my car from the apt stair well. She gets in, is kind of soft spoken, and partakes in the standard hello chitchat. She didn't seem well. I have jazz music playing as it calms peoples nerves at night. She says she likes jazz
She asks me to take her to this resort in the north part of town. This is a big resort (will remain unnamed) but a few presidents have stayed there and it's known for it's golf course.
I drive her there and there is only a bellhop in the breezeway of the entrance.
There's some confusion, as she makes a few calls, tries to contact some guy named "Mr. Big", but doesn't have a room number. The bellhop looks confused. She decides that she wants to go back home.
On the ride back, she flat out asks me "Why did you let a demon into your cab?"
"What?"
"Why did you let a DEMON into your CAB? Do you know what they did? I was at a pool party and they dismembered girls!"
I'm obviously shaking, but trying to drive calmly.
She starts screaming and shaking the seats
She eventually pulls something out of her purse, a small packet of some kind of fluid, and starts dumping it all over my seats. I kind of yell at her at that point and pull over to a gas station and tell her to get out.
She pulls up her sleeve and points out scars on her arm from cuts, or track marks or something
She doesn't have any money to give me.
I wait a few moments, she offers me her body saying "You can come back here and sit with me if you want to"
I refused and eventually unlocked the doors to let her out.
As I was cleaning out my cab that night after the incident, I found a photograph she had left of her with her son before things went bad for her.
That's the story, in short, thought it was kind of interesting given the context of all of this weirdness.