She had been waiting for about half an hour now. The train was scheduled to arrive at 22:15 and it was now 22:35. When she had first gotten to the station, she had looked at the big clock that hung from the brown, brick wall that had read 22:05.
She had initially sat down on the cold metal seat that stood next to the clock, but now it felt uncomfortable and was no longer pleasant to sit on.
She stood up and started to pace- normally she was a patient person, but this train was her only way out of the hellhole she used to call home.
The station was quiet; it was quite late at night and no one would be out of their houses at this time...not with the disappearances.
She heard the train before she saw it and the sound made her come to a halt.
The train was now in sight and was slowing down as it approached the platform.
The train stopped. It looked old, and when the doors opened they made a screeching sound, as if they hadn't been opened in a long.
As soon as the doors opened, she got on. The inside of the train looked older than the outside. No, it didn't look old, it looked wrecked. The inside was covered in graffiti and there was a distinct smell of mould. Part of her wanted to get off the train, but the other part reminded her that this was her only chance out of here.
The train jolted with a start; making her jump. She swiftly sat down in the nearest seat and looked around. It was then she noticed that she was not alone in the carriage of the train: an older man, around the age of 45 maybe, was sitting close by her. He looked at her with piercing blue eyes, it was as if he were looking into the depths of her soul. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again they were completely black.
He got up out of his seat and slowly walked towards her. She wanted to run, but she was frozen.
He got closer.
She screamed.