Short Stories For The Dark

The Street

When I stepped outside the train station, it was raining heavily. I thankfully grabbed my umbrella before I left. I opened it and started walking down the rather busy street. I don't know why, but the atmosphere felt unpleasant. Something was...wrong.

....strange

Every person I walked by didn't have an umbrella over them. Everyone was silent and looked grim; they walked on, all facing the same direction.

Suddenly a taxi stopped by, and the driver motioned for me to come over to him. I gestured that I didn't need a ride, but the taxi driver said: "come on, get in!" I gave in and walked towards the taxi, besides, I wanted to get out of the unpleasant atmosphere.

After about a minute or so of driving, the driver looked at me pale faced and said: "when I saw you walking down the street, you looked like you were trying to avoid bumping into people on an empty street...I thought I should ask if you needed help...