Horror Stories

The women in kimono...

It was 9 p.m.

I've been hanging out with my friends. My mom was gonna be really mad. Taxi? Nah, too expensive. I'll take the train instead. I went to the crowded train station. I sat and fell asleep. I don't know how long I've been asleep but when I woke up, the people were gone.

Had I missed my train? Impossible! I even wake up with the sound of a paper rustle. I looked at my watch. It was 10 p.m. Huh, maybe I've really missed it. I yawned and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

JES...JES...JES... The train came. The door opened and I slid in. Nobody was there except a woman with a grocery bag sleeping. I sat far away from the woman. That woman wore pink kimono with red stains at the hem. Her hair were long and a little of it was tied up with stiff pink ribbon. As the train goes, I got more sleepier.

I dozed off and dreamed that the woman with kimono approach me and handed me a photo with a sickening smile on her crushed and bloodied face. The photo was of me crushed under the train.  There was blood everywhere and the materials in my brain were turned into a disgusting pink substance.  My eyes were flat and hollow.  My intestines were coming out of my mouth, like I was throwing them up and they were crushed too. 

I woke up sweating.  I looked around and found that the woman was gone.  I sighed, relieved.  I turn my head to grab my iPod and the woman was there, next to me.  Not the whole woman, just the waist-deep head that was glued to the bloody window.  She smiled and I screamed, really waking up this time. 

I was still at the station and everyone was crowding on me.  "Are you okay? You're screaming in your sleep."  Said a man.  "Yes Yes."  I stuttered.  The train arrived.  I got up and walked to the yellow line, waiting for the train to stop.  I walked to the edge for no reason and looked down.  I remembered the photo and winced.  There was a little more room on the platform and I walked to the edge, but everyone was yelling, "Stop!"  "What are you doing?"  "Aahh!"  and such.  The extra platform suddenly disappeared and I fell to the rails.  The train is coming. 

The last thing I saw was a woman in a kimono with a pink ribbon and a shopping bag holding a camera in her hands and smiling at me.