Halloween Ghost Story
“I found something. Come and see.”
“What was it? You can tell me.”
“You have to see it, first of all.”
“Sounds fishy, but I’ll answer your call.”
I followed him down several streets.
Excited, but trying to look discreet.
“Where the hell are you leading me?”
“Just a little further and you will see.”
We came to a dirty, filthy, narrow alley.
“In here.” We went in. It seemed a folly.
“It stinks in here”, I said loudly.
“Shhesh”, he said. Almost a little pouty.
“Be quiet. It’s right up here.” He said.
Mysteries were running through my head.
We came to stairs leading down.
“What the hell?” I said with a frown.
“It doesn’t go under either building.”
“It leads straight down.” He said, beholding.
“What is down there?” I said with fear.
That’s what we’ll find out” he said in my ear.
“Are you nuts” I said with fright.
He said “I have 2 flash lights.”
He gave me one and started down.
I followed. I didn’t want to look like a clown.
We went down unbelievably far.
No doors, windows, or even bars.
Suddenly, it leveled out and widened.
I think I was on the verge of crying.
The room was big. We couldn’t see the walls.
Cobwebs and dust covered all.
We walked on, though I was shaking.
It was bad. I thought things were quaking.
Soon we saw subway type tracks.
Up ahead, we saw a little shack.
There was a sign hanging on the shack.
SUBWAY STATION 13 it read.
I couldn’t believe what it said.
“There is no station 13 on the subway?”
“They must have closed it years ago, some way.”
We looked around for awhile, then we left.
I went to the library next day to check.
I found out it was closed many years before.
Reason: It was a real story of horror.
Several people had been murdered down there.
Rumors of ghosts were heard everywhere.
People quit going to that station.
It was closed down. They said for sanitation.
I knew for sure I wasn’t going back there.
I would rather go almost anywhere.
Except there. Ghosts and I do not agree.
I would much rather feel safe and free.
————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2015)