It’s the time of year again for creepy stories…here ya go!
If you can guess what I have in my pocket, you can have it.” He patted the right pocket of his dirty overalls as he approached.
Glancing around, I discovered I was alone down here with this small skinny boy. How could I be alone? I’d followed at least a dozen other commuters through the turnstile before descending to the platform. I backed away quickly, trying to recall which way I should run to reach the subway steps leading up to the street.
“No thank you,” I replied.
“You don’t even want to guess?” he asked, more aggressively.
I couldn’t move. I don’t know why. I think it was his eyes. They were an iridescent green I had never seen before.
“I’m not very good at guessing,” I told him. Again, I managed to take a few steps back.
“You’re just like the rest of them. Nobody ever…
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