The October Series

October 17th: Standing on the Subway

School had ended and I had to go home. It was late at night and I was tired. I had a group project, and I had been working on it for hours. Finally, after completing the project in the library to perfection, I stood up, said,
"This was fun", and left.
I go to a nice college in Manhattan, but I couldn't afford it if I tried. I got a scholarship, but while all the other students were driving home in their expensive cars, I had to take the Subway, all the way to the Bronx. Normally, I'd get home around 7:00 pm, but this time, I was heading home at around 11:pm, so I'd be getting home around midnight, maybe later. I wasn't that thrilled about being on the subway, alone, at night, but what else could I do. It's

not like I could walk all the way home. I could, but it would likely take longer than an hour.
I'd rather be an hour on the train, than who knows how long walking. Plus, walking would be extra dangerous, I thought.
I hopped onto that subway and stayed there for a while. I was very tired. I was the only person on the subway. It was dirty, it had a smell that I can only describe as urine, it had a rotten apple on the floor with a swarm of ants around it. I sat on the cleanest seat I could find, and fell asleep. I didn't know how long I'd been asleep, I just knew that I was a few minutes away from home. When I opened my eyes, I saw an elderly woman standing on the other end of the train. She was staring at me fiercely

and I was getting a little uncomfortable. I thought maybe if I started a conversation, or said something, she'd stop looking at me. I don't know what went through my mind, I was very tired.
"You live around here?", I asked. She nodded slightly, and walked to the seat next to me, and sat down. She started speaking in gibberish, and I just assumed she didn't speak English. We left the conversation at that, and a while later, a guy with a hoodie and some headphones walked in without saying a word. The woman directed her gaze to him, opened her mouth, and I kid you not, large tentacles emerged from her mouth. They were pink and slimy. They started flinging around the place, crashing into

the windows and the seats. This poor guy had no idea what was going on. One of the tentacles reached out, grabbed him, and threw him around. Blood poured from his face. At this point, the doors opened and it was my stop. I ran out, but not before catching a glimpse of the man's dead body lying on the floor. The woman vanished into thin air. I ran home. My mother was in the kitchen waiting for me.
"Why are you so late?", she asked me.
"I was working on something", I said, with a look of horror on my face.
"Are you okay, did something happen?", she asked.

"I don't want to talk about it", I said, walking to my room.