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By the time Kevin made his way down into the subway station, there was no one else there but a solitary old man, sitting on a bench, using his cane to help him sit up straight. Kevin squinted at the schedule on the wall. From behind, he heard a grizzled voice say, “Whichever one you’re waiting for, you’re at the right station. They all stop here.”
Kevin turned to see the old man watching him. “Even the A6?” he asked.
“They ALL stop here,” repeated the stranger, who appeared to be dressed far too warmly for the season.
“I can’t believe the A6 stops here this late on a Tuesday.”
“Young man, this station is a major transfer point, and I’ve been taking these trains for many years. Believe me when I tell you, all the trains stop here.”
As if in answer, the sound of an approaching train came from deep within the tunnel. It sounded like it was coming too fast to stop. In fact, it sounded like it was running faster than subways usually do. It was only a moment before it went rushing past. But that wasn’t the shocking part. All the cars were jet black, but it didn’t look like they were painted, just…made that way. Every car was covered in the most indescribably horrific graffiti. Wild splashes of red paint decorated the windows. It was paint, wasn’t it? The lighting inside was very dim. All the passengers were shadowy figures who stood, unmoving. None of them were seated. Kevin couldn’t make out any of their features. So why did he feel like they were watching him?
“What the hell was that?” Kevin demanded as the mysterious black train disappeared into the opposite tunnel.
The old man hung his head, almost in shame. “I’m sorry I wasn’t completely honest with you. There is actually one train that doesn’t stop here. Only one.”
“Where does it go?”
“Pray you never find out.”
Kevin stood in stunned silence before the old man added, “By the way, if you’re taking the A6 you need to be on Platform 3.”
Kevin could barely gasp the word, “Thanks,” before walking quickly away.
As he was leaving, he heard the man call after him, “Also…”
He turned to see the man fixing him with a steely gaze that let Kevin know the stranger was about to give him the most important warning he would ever hear in his life.
“The next time you see that train. It WILL stop. Don’t get on.”
Credit To: E. Alan Rahn