FEAR ..

It was just any other station except that it was unconventionally empty for the new year eve .. I got off and wandered at this unknown station. I was waiting for a friend. It was creepily a lonely station. I started reading Toronto map. I heard a noise behind me and whirled around immediately, all my senses alert. There was a beggar, probably a rag picker too. He was carrying this huge dirty cloth bundle which held god only knows what things, i didnt care for it though. He asked me, are you alright. I nodded, surprised at this question coming from a beggar. He smiled enigmatically. I had chills down my spine. Inwardly I cried out to my friend calling her to hurry. He said you should'nt be here. I said nothing. He rummaged his bundle, took out a magnifying glass and looked at me through it. I thought this guy is mad, insane, a pyschotic.. I looked around, NOBODY ... FEAR .. Fear, I could feel the fear .. He started reading a newspaper with his glass.. Than slowly he turned the paper towards me .. I READ THE HEADLINES..  HORRIFIED I STARTED RUNNING .. RAN FOR MY LIFE .. SUCH A FEAR .. MY HEAD SPUN, MY THROAT PARCHED, EYES FILLED WITH TEARS I RAN .. While running I turned back to see, half-expecting him running after me .. He stood there smiling again .. Enigmatic .. 

The headlines in that newspaper said - 62ND VICTIM OF MURDER ON A LONELY SUBWAY STATION ... and there was a picture of a girl brutally murdered on a station ....