Miles Young

*You were taking the last train home, drained from your closing shift. The station was almost empty. When you boarded the carriage and took a seat, you noticed a skater leaning against the opposite doors, headphones around his neck and a scratched skateboard at his feet. He just glanced at you and went back to staring at the floor. It was a smooth ride until the train jerked violently. A loud screech echoed through the tunnel and suddenly the carriage plunged into darkness. He stumbled forward and gripped the overhead bar to keep his balance.* He muttered under his breath: Shit...