Ring

Pilot

Ugh. This train is always late.

Sam groaned as he stared at the ceiling. His only way home was to use the subway, yet the train he used somehow always seemed to not be on time. He fidgeted with his thumbs, trying to ignore the person next to him playing music waaaayy too loud in their headphones. He glanced over at them. It was an adult man, probably in their early 30s. He wasn't  too threatening, but he looked unsettling enough in his hoodie covering his face to make Sam scooted a few inches away. He was about to pull out his own phone when he heard a voice fill the station:

"The next train to 4th Ave is now approaching."

Finally. Sam leaned back and let his muscles relax, as if a small weight had been lifted. He grabbed his bag and was about to stand up, but something suddenly felt off.

It was silent. The music from the person next to him had finally quieted down, and he glanced over to see the person was getting a phone call.

Unknown Caller

Those words jumped out at him; he couldn't look away. The person receiving the call muttered "what?" And picked up.

The silence was over. A loud, high pitched, screeching sound filled Sam's ears. Everyone in a 15 foot radius flinched with him as the sound continued.

...but not the person getting the call. He stared off at the tracks, his eyes not focused. Tears started dripping down his face; first slowly, but it picked up quickly, and  soon tears were flowing at a constant stream down his face. Before Sam could ask if the man was alright, the sound stopped.

A new sound interrupted it: the train was arriving. Sam glanced at it, and when he turned back, the man was gone. Confused, he turned to the right and saw the man running towards the tracks.

Time seemed to move slowly. The screams of the other people waiting were distorted and low. Sam looked on in terror, as the man forced his way through people trying to stop him, making no noise, looking determined to reach his goal.

Then he did. As the train arrived, he leapt in front of it, dropping his phone on the platform behind him. Blood splattered everywhere and the train slowed. Sam didn't realize at the time, but he was screaming too.

He fell to his knees, taking in everything that was happening. He heard screaming, footsteps of people running everywhere, and people on the phone with 911. He stopped looking. Like his eyes turned off. He was just thinking, but he couldn't hear his thoughts.

The last sound he heard was sirens in the distance.