The Ghost Who Loved Luxury Travel

It was a quiet night at Utah Chauffeurs Premium Car Service. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that made you question reality—or at least double-check the reservation system.

Todd, the night dispatcher, yawned and stared at the screen. Nothing. Not a single airport transfer, no corporate travel requests, not even a personalized city tour.

Then… the phone rang.

"Utah Chauffeurs, how can I assist you?"

A voice, soft as the wind and chilling as an open freezer, whispered:
"I need a ride. To the other side."

Todd blinked. “Uh… The other side of what?”

"Eternity."

A THUNDERCLAP shook the building. The lights flickered. The room suddenly smelled like… old books and regret.

Then, the reservation screen lit up.

A Phantom Passenger

The booking details were bizarre:

• Name: Lord Reginald Von Specter
• Pickup Location: The Abandoned Manor on Howl Street
• Destination: ???
• Special Requests: "Must be a luxury vehicle. No garlic. Absolutely NO HOLY WATER."

Todd gulped. "Guess I’m driving this one myself."

He grabbed the keys to the sleekest, blackest limousine in the fleet and drove out into the eerie night.

The Ghost & The Chauffeur

At exactly midnight, he arrived at the abandoned manor. It loomed like a haunted memory. Mist curled around its gothic spires.

And then… the back door of the limo opened by itself.

Todd hesitated. “Uh… Mr. Von Specter?”

A chill swept into the car. The temperature dropped twenty degrees. A faint, shimmering figure in a top hat appeared in the backseat, holding a spectral champagne glass.

"Ah, delightful! I trust this is Utah Chauffeurs Premium Car Service?"

Todd swallowed. "Uh… yeah. Airport transfers, corporate travel, special events… and, apparently, ghostly getaways."

Von Specter chuckled. "Splendid. I have a very special event to attend. Kindly drive me to The Afterlife Gala."

Todd’s hands tightened on the wheel. "I… don’t have that in my GPS."

"Just follow the road," Von Specter said. "And when it disappears, keep driving."

The Road to the Afterlife

As soon as Todd hit the gas, the road stretched unnaturally forward, twisting into the night. Buildings melted into shadows. Streetlights flickered and turned into floating lanterns.

Suddenly, the city was gone.

They were driving on a shimmering golden bridge, suspended in a starry void. Strange, elegantly dressed ghosts floated past in ethereal Rolls-Royces and chariots made of moonlight.

"Ah, this is the life!" Von Specter sighed. "Or rather, the afterlife! So much better than those dreadful horse-drawn hearses!"

Todd’s knuckles went white on the steering wheel. "How… do I get back?"

Von Specter laughed. "Oh, my dear boy, you don’t. You’re my driver forever!"

The Great Escape

Todd panicked. He slammed the brakes—except the limo didn’t stop. It hovered.

"NOPE!" Todd yelled. He grabbed the emergency holy water flask from the glove compartment (standard issue, in case of vampire passengers) and splashed it on the ghost.

Von Specter SHRIEKED. "YOU FOOL! THIS IS WHY I ASKED FOR NO HOLY WATER!"

There was a BLINDING FLASH.

When Todd opened his eyes, he was back in Utah. The limo was parked in front of the office. The meter read: $666.66.

Von Specter was gone. But on the seat lay a single, glowing gold coin—with the words:

"Thanks for the ride. See you next Halloween."