Wisp

The rain fell heavily during the foggy night. The grimy streetlights flickered on and off, illuminating the deserted streets. Off in the distance, every so often a vicious bolt of lightning would strike, the sound echoing loudly through every street and alley. It had been an ordinary day. People made their way home from a hard days work, continuing their usual schedule of wake up, eat, go to work, finish work, eat, watch TV, sleep. Michael was one of these people after spending his first day working at a new cafeteria, newly opened with a good pay. The only problem was that it was situated a few miles away, so, being a 17 year old college student, he was forced to take the train.
Michael sat alone. He preferred it that way, no one to bother him or bring up unwanted subjects, or even to just be there. It would be a nuisance. The only other people he could see were a few old looking people reading newspapers and sipping on the cheap coffee bought from the vending machine last stop. The lights of the train flickered regularly as Michael stared out of the window, his cheek resting on his fist as he passed house after house and traveled through tunnel after tunnel. He took a deep sigh as he scanned the night sky. It was a clear night, the stars glistening through the black blanket and the large, full moon showering the landscape with a soft, elegant light. Despite the boredom, Michael was relaxed and content. It had been a good day.
The train entered another tunnel, throwing his imagination off course as he jumped back into reality. Looking around the interior of the train once again, Michael submitted to the old-fashioned way of life upon noticing the newspaper laying neatly on the table in front of him, so he picked it up and flicked through, hoping to find something of vague interest. After a few moments, he came across a news report from the 24th March 2012...Today's date.
It read:
Michael stops reading there. Not only due to the story, but the fact that he lived in Darlington. He was on the way back there right now. Slowly approaching the town in which a murder resides. It was an odd thought that made him unsettled. He adjusted himself to a more comfortable position and wiped the sweat from his brow. Enough of that newspaper, he thought to himself, as he put it down and laid his head back, his hands in his arms and his eyes firmly shut.
Tink.
Tink.
Tink.
Michael froze.
Slowly, he opened a single eye and dragged it to the source of the noise. To the left. Out the window...The sound of tapping on glass continued...
Tink.
Tink.
Tink.
"Just an animal or something..." he whispers, his voice still shaky despite his attempt at self-assurance. However, as his eyes met with the window...the hairs on his back stood straight.
There, in the darkness of the tunnel, a pitch black figure stared from the bottom left of the window, straight into the eyes of Michael. It appeared to be a humanoid but...made of some sort of dark cloud, similar to liquid nitrogen. It had pinhole eyes and, even creepier, a large, human-like grin...Michael could also faintly hear it..almost as if it was struggling to breath.
The creature kept its smile, and slowly descended until it was out of sight. Michael was paralyzed, his eyes fixed on the window, scanning all corners. He couldn't believe the petrifying creature he just saw, however, before he had time to think, the flickering lights shut off completely, and darkness filled each section of the train one by one, followed by the screams of the passengers. Michael instinctively huddled himself into the corner of his seat and up against the wall of the train with insane speed. His breath was shaky and his eyes were wide as he stared into the pitch black corridors. The screaming had stopped now...
With one hand, Michael reached into his bag under the table and reached for the small LED light on his keychain. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. Like a western stand-off, he drew it out from his bag, flicked it on and shone it into the darkness. Feeling more confident, he slowly rose from the seat and stood up, shining the light down the other carriages. "H-hello?" he croaked, his hands unable to keep the light still.
What happened next made his eyes go wide with fear and the nerves in his muscles seize up. His very heart stopped momentarily as a warm gust of breath ran down his neck and a raspy voice from behind said the word...
"Run."
He didn't hesitate. He sprinted down the carriages one by one, dodging fallen suitcases and the belongings of the other, now missing passengers. He daren't look behind him, he couldn't handle looking at the creatures face again. Luckily, a glimpse of hope rose as up ahead was the end of the train. However, as he came up to the door and placed his hand on the handle, it wouldn't open. Locked. With all of his anger, he pounded his fist against the glass, disregarding the pain and the tears welling up in his eyes. Eventually, he glanced to the right at a mounted fire extinguisher. With the same bloody hand, he grabbed it and held it up with both hands like a ram. Taking a few steps back, he charged full force into the door and the extinguisher collided with the window, shattering it completely. Taking a quick step back, he realized the train was still moving, and much faster than originally. Not only that, but they were still in the dark, dimly lit tunnel.
Michael had no other choice, he had to get out of the train otherwise he would be killed. Whether this creature was harmful or not, he couldn't risk it. But...was it even chasing him? With that in mind, he turned around. He shouldn't have...
There, in his face, were the pinhole, pure white eyes staring deep down into his soul. The large grin that held sharp teeth and blood-red gums. It was the face you'd see at night as a young boy under his blanket. You'd stare into the darkness and there, in your closet, a face. Staring at you.
Michael stared. That's all he did. He didn't move. He couldn't move. The creature then opened it's mouth and whispered into his ear...
"You weren't fast enough..."
In the month following that news report, Michael Ver, still heavily injured, escaped from hospital and has yet to be found. Following this, there have been an increasing number of murders in Darlington with notes at every scene.
They all read...
"Run."
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