Saving Lives

"Don't turn left." My male passenger said suddenly to me.
I jumped, startled, he'd been so quiet since he'd told me his destination, I'd nearly forgotten that he was there. I turned back to him. "It's the quickest way."
His eyes were wide, showing mostly whites as he stared towards the ocean on our left. "Don't turn left." He said again.
Please don't tell me that I'd just picked up another drug addict. "It's the quickest way sir, unless you're willing to pay more for the other route."
"It's not quicker." He whispered turning his attention to me. "Death awaits. Don't go to meet it."
Death? I glanced back at him keeping most of my attention on the road. "What are you talking about?"
His hand touched my shoulder, cold as ice. "Do not go left if you want to live." He told me fiercely. "Death awaits." He repeated it again, in a whisper that sent chills up my spine. "Death awaits."
The weight of his hand vanished from my shoulder as I paused at the red light. At the crossroads. I turned back to him. But no one sat behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck rose.
I hit the gas and fishtailed to the right. If a ghost told me to not go left, then as sure as the sun rose in the east was I not going to turn left!

-Inspiration from Article about Cabbies in Japan picking up Ghost Passengers from 2011 Tsunami