The last train of the night arrived at the station, and its doors opened with an ominous groaning sound. A lone figure came out, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.
Her name was Sarah, and she was working late at the office again. She had missed the last train home many times before, but tonight something felt different. The air was thick with tension, and shadows seemed to dance in the flickering fluorescent lights.
Sarah quickened her steps, eager to get home to the safety of her bed. But as she rounded the corner, she saw something that made her blood run cold.
There was a person standing in the middle of the corridor, blocking her path. He was tall and thin, with long, flowing hair that obscured his face. She was wearing a long white dress that seemed to glow in the dark.
Sarah froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't see the statue's face, but she felt his eyes on her, burning into her soul.
"Who are you?" I managed to whisper.
The number did not answer. He only stood there, staring towards her.
Sarah took a step back, but the figure approached. Now she could see his face, and it was more terrifying than she had ever imagined. His skin was pale and translucent, and his eyes were black and empty.
"What do you want?" Sarah asked, her voice trembling.
The figure opened its mouth, but no sound came out. Instead, he let out a horrific scream that echoed throughout the station.
Sarah covered her ears and screamed, but it was no use. The screaming was so loud, she felt it pierce her brain.
She fell to the ground, her body convulsing. She felt the life draining out of her, and she knew this was the end.
The figure loomed over her, its black eyes fixed on her. She extended her hand, and Sarah felt icy fingers approaching her throat.
She tried to breathe, but the grip on her body was too tight. Darkness began to close around her, and she knew that she was about to die.
But then, as suddenly as it had begun, the screaming stopped. The figure released its grip on Sarah's throat and disappeared into the shadows.
Sarah lay on the ground, catching her breath. alive and shaken to the core. She didn't know what had just happened, but she knew she would never forget the horror she experienced that night.
Sarah slowly got to her feet and stumbled out of the station. She didn't know why she was saved, but she was grateful to be alive. She vowed never to take the last train home again.
Sarah returned home quickly, her heart still beating from the encounter. She couldn't get rid of the fact that she was under surveillance. She kept looking over her shoulder, but the street was empty.
She finally arrived at her apartment building and fumbled with her keys. She opened the door, and enter, then close it behind her.
She leaned against the door, breathing hard. It was safe now. But she couldn't help but wonder what happened to her at the subway station. What was this number? Why did she choose to save her?
Sarah decided to try to forget about it. and go to bed and tried to get some sleep. But every time she closed her eyes, she saw the person's black eyes staring at her.
The next day, Sarah went to work, but she couldn't concentrate. She kept thinking about what happened. I decided to search for some information about the metro station online.
I found several articles about strange happenings at the station. People have reported seeing ghosts, hearing voices, and feeling afraid. One article even mentioned a woman who disappeared from the police station without a trace.
Sarah felt a shiver run down her spine. She realized she wasn't the only one who encountered something strange at the metro station.
That night, Sarah decided to avoid the metro station. I took a taxi home, although it was expensive. She didn't want to risk another encounter with that number.
But when she arrived at her building, she saw that person standing in the shadows. He was watching her.
Sarah froze in horror. The figure smiled, revealing his sharp teeth. Then he raised his hand and pointed at her.
Sarah screamed and ran into the building. She closed the door behind her and fell to the ground, crying.
She knew she couldn't avoid the subway station forever. She had to get home from work somehow. But she was terrified of what would happen to her if she saw that number again.
The next day, Sarah took a deep breath and headed to the metro station. She decided to face her fears.
I boarded the train and sat down. She kept her eyes lowered, afraid to look around.
But then, she suddenly felt a cold hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw the figure standing above her.
Sarah screamed and tried to run, but that person grabbed her arm. She leaned closer, her black eyes burning into her soul.
Sarah opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The person approached her and whispered in her ear: “You are ours now.”
The figure's lips were cold and sticky. Sarah felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She just close her eyes and thinks that's the end.
But the end never came. Sarah opened her eyes and saw that the figure had disappeared. She was alone on the train.
Sarah didn't know what had just happened. But she knew she would never forget the night she took the last train home
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