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The Mysterious Woman; The Ominous Subway

The Red Window

By S.J.FordPublished 5 years ago 4 min read

It was 3AM and I was on my way home from a lonely night out at the bars. I had planned to go out with a couple of friends, but in typical fair-weather friend fashion, they bailed because I wasn't offering to pay for everything. "What a bunch of fakes" I mutter to myself as I make my way towards the subway tunnel to get on the next train.

A cab might have been easier but I was so low on funds that I couldn't even afford a woman of the night who tried to proposition me earlier in the night. I was not interested anway, she had to be up there in her years and she was missing a lot of teeth. If that weren't enough, my polite decline of her offer to "take me to the moon" was met with a loogy spit at me and an accusation against my sexuality...the bitch.

As I continued my approach towards the subway, I notice a young and quite attractive woman I had not seen initially entering the subway tunnel. I tried my best to catch up to her but I kept a fair bit of distance as I did not want her to think I was chasing her. When I got through the train terminal, I found my way to my platform and to my surprise there was nobody around for this train but that mysterious woman was sitting on a bench on the center of the platform.

"Go, you fool! Go and try to salvage the night, and talk to that pretty girl!" My brain and certain appendages yelled into my ears. It certainly was a good chance to rekindle the flame of the night and with any luck, I'd get lucky.

"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit with you?" I asked awkwardly and loudly which amplified my embarrassment because the echo of my voice sailed down the subway tunnels and made me seem as if I was some frightened child, which admittedly I was sharing qualities with at present moment.

"Sure, I don't mind at all if such a handsome boy sits with me..."The young woman had replied in a voice that had an effect on the ears like warm wool does on the skin. When I took my place next to this Goddess, she made no attempt at hiding her immediate movement towards me. "Let's cut to the chase, you rotten man. You want to be with me dont you?" The question caught me off guard in the sense of how forward and very dead on she was with her assessment. I meakly replied "Well yeah but I didn't want to say it outright...are you into me like that already?"

"Well I wouldn't have asked if I weren't, but I only like it if a guy is rough; can you do that?" Opportunity was staring me in the face and I had to think fast. I'd never dominated anyone before but I didn't want to lose my chance. I did what I'd seen in illicit videos before and I grabbed her by the throat and said "Yeah I think I can."

The laughter is what scared me the most. I was squeezing her throat hard enough that the maniacal laughter that came next should not have been possible, even for a moment. This laughter was so loud but it for some reason did not echo...like only I could hear it or something. She opened her eyes and they were glowing gold. She bit her lip in a sexy way and blood began to poor forth for no reason. It seemed like the mysterious woman was changing into something...

As instantly as I had grabbed her and made her laugh, I had been lifted into the air by a strong grip on my own throat

She walked me closer to the edge of the platform, and as she did I could not even fight against what may have been about to happen.

"Oh sweety, what's wrong, I thought you liked to do rough?" She stated in a cooing but far deeper and more evil sounding voice than when she had spoken before.

My vision began to blur and I was beginning to fade out from suffocation.

The last thing I ever felt was the force of being thrown in front of a moving train. The last thing I ever saw was my blood splattered upon several windows as my consciousness ceased.

"I offered to take you to the moon and you refused me. For a mortal man to deny the call of a Lunascure is to invite death itself. It is just a shame for you..." The woman spoke as she slowly began to transform into an elder woman with the missing teeth and wrinkles denoting her eldership. She looked off into the distance of the tunnel and smiled.

"What a shame for you indeed...That I got to you before Death could..."

"Bastard..."

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About the Creator

S.J.Ford

29. Baltimore. Pitbull Dad. Boyfriend. Horror Writer. Death Metal. World of Warcraft. Deckbuilders. Cosmic Terror. Historical Fiction. Too weird to live, Too rare to die.

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