Friday Scary Story, January 15, 2016

Life.

It means so much when it might be your last moments.



I am under the man and woman I was sitting beside.  I pushed her arm from my face.  It's not attached any more.

Why is this happening?

I just wanted to take the train downtown.  I just wanted to have fun.

There are more now.  I hear them.

That first one.  Where did he come from?  This can't be real.  How can a person tear apart another person that fast?


I wish I was home.  I wish I was with my mom.  I wish I didn't get so mad.  I wish I could see her again.  I hope she is okay.  I hope she is safe.

I need to get out of here.


I hope I make it.

I hope I live.