I walked down the stairs to the subway. Nobody was here. It was deserted. I silently waited patiently. When my train arrived I hopped on. There were four people. I sat across a woman who was pale and had blank eyes. The blank eyes stared at me. On each side of her there was a man. Another man got up and sat next to me. I scooted over a few seats. The train started. At the next stop, the man who sat next to me grabbed my wrist and pulled me off of the train. I screamed stomped and squirmed, but I was no match for the man. He whispered in my ear "Shh shh. Be greatfull. The woman who sat next to you was dead. Those men were keeping her up. And you were their next victim." I haven't gone on a subway since.
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Short Scary Stories
Short StoryThis book contains stories that is perfect for telling at sleepovers. But, beware. These stories contain truths that you may not want to know. Beware. And brace yourself.
