Season 2, Episode 11.
Horrifying Scary Stories (Ep. 6) | "I Won Something Cool the Other Day" Dark Tale by nickkmackk
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I won something cool the other day
It was a cold day in December when I decided to take a trip across my town to go see a movie. I don’t get out much these days, and the idea of a film and a nice dinner alone somewhere sounded amazing. It was snowing in the town that I live in. But very softly and perfect for independence.
As expected, the walk to the trolley stop was quaint and happy. I arrived to the stop and pulled a cigarette out of my pack and lit it. The spot was pretty empty with maybe one or two people waiting for the stop I was, and three people sitting at the stop on the other side of the tracks.
Two of those three was a mother and a daughter. The daughter was happily skipping around and the mother watched her closely ready to scoop her up if she were to get too close to the yellow safety line in front of the tracks. The third person, was a younger guy reading a book, checking his watch frequently as if anticipating three minutes had passed instead of one.
As I watched the long car coming to a sliding stop across the way, the mother gathered her daughter, and the man slid his bookmark into his book, saving his spot. I could see him through the window of the trolley car and he smiled, waving back as I nodded in recognition. My trolley came quickly after, and he soon faded in the blur and reflection of the two frosty outside windows as I stepped on, thinking about the amazing day me and everyone else seemed to be having.
A small sliver of simple, pure happiness before a long road of of confusion, horror, and curiosity. It’s crazy how that shit works. Being completely fine and blissful, smelling the leaves, and singing a favorite song in your head in one moment, and then BAM! You get hit in the face with a giant stick of shit. Not like a literal stick of shit, but something so devastatingly awful you’d never thought your happy ass could experience something like it. Leaving you wondering even further in the dark with questions that rattle your skull, and a nostril stuffed full of dead leaves.
I wish I had never left my house that morning.
The instant I stepped on the trolley I felt the change. The cold air hit me like needles and the silence was uncanny. Nothing could have prepared me for what was about to happen. Nothing at all in the universe.
As soon as my hand had touched the cold pole in the middle of the trolley car, I snapped back from the haze of horrible realization that something was wrong. So wrong in fact that I think all of the six people on the car I had stepped onto felt the caving suddenness of my despair. Everyone of them wide eyed, looking at me with short breaths, and powerful eyes, as if I were the one to finally make their day exciting.
But instead, I kept my cool, trying to retain any horrific feelings I had. So as calmly as I could, I brushed passed the let down crowd and sat quietly in the back row, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.
Everyone was staring at me though. It was a mix of both awkward, and absolutely terrifying. All six people curiously looking at me with bulging eyes and blank expressions. My anxiety was kicking up ten fold at this point as I studied each person on the train, breaking my forceful eye contact with the floor.
The more I studied, I noticed there were actually seven people on the trolley instead of six. I only didn't see the seventh person because of the way his dark coat blended in with the back of the car. It was almost impossible to spot him at first.
Something about him seemed so off, I just couldn't tell what it as at the time. The coat he was wearing was tattered and torn, along with his hat and his shoes, which were also black in color. His socks though were long and white and were pulled up above his pant legs around his calves. He was oddly tall and by far towered over all the others on the trolley car. He had long grey hair that hung crudely in front of his face, blocking his eyes and nose and stopped just above his upper lip. It was as if he had no face under the hat, because all that you could see was his mouth. Which was impossibly wide.
I could not believe what I was staring at. Every part of me wanted to scream my head off. He was staring at me along with the rest of the crowd, although I could not see his eyes, I could definitely feel them on me. I’m almost positive that I was the only one who could see him, because if that weren’t the case, he would surely be the one fixated on.
I was trying to look down but something kept forcing my head level with the very odd old man. His smile was as wide as could be. You could see his rotting teeth, and yellow caked tongue, like his cigarette addiction was a billion times worse than mine.
I just couldn’t look away. I threw up in my mouth a little as the trolley car started to move and I was definitely starting to lose my grip on any sort of stability.
Good thing my stop was only a few blocks away. I tried to think about anything that I could to curb the terrifying feelings haunting my being. It actually started to work too, as I was staring out of the window, watching the trees go by, and the snow falling fast against the glass ignoring the startling scene beside me. I was finally starting to feel a sense of relief. Until we started speeding up, and I heard the snap of metal beneath us.
As soon as I heard the wheels derail from the track, I saw the old man’s head snap up to greet me, but this time, his hair parted in such a way that I could see his eyes, digging into my face with intense sincerity. Big black marbles tore right into my soul. The creases around his dark saucers showed worn wrinkles like he had smirked often during similar scenarios. This fucker was actually smiling at me. He was smiling at me as we were all darting towards our deaths, like this was some ridiculously fun surprise.
I watched in horror as the car began to roll over with crushing force, and the people on the car began extend from their seats toward the ceiling. The ones that had their seat belts on had the worst luck of all. I watched as the force from the seat belts pressed into the upper thighs of those that were screaming, breaking their limbs right in half like a knife going through soft butter. This caused their flailing bodies to be shackled in place by something that was once supposed to keep them safe but was now holding them down for their demise.
Glasses filled with drinks of all sorts spilled out and onto the floor in relentless waves, causing glass pieces to get lodged into the exposed flesh of the helpless passengers. The people that were free from the embrace although not tied down, still could not find anything to hold on to. Their hands darted from one side to the next finding anything that would hold them down, as to not tumble around like cloths in a dryer.
Luggage fell from the cabinets above our heads, breaking open bulging suitcases, filled with toiletries, clothes, and whatever else you would bring on a trip. The sound of snapping limbs was haunting. Bean bag bodies getting tossed against one wall, only to get thrown right back into another without the slightest chance of redemption. It seemed to never stop. The worst part I think was when the windows broke.
Blood was everywhere. The amount of blood that comes out of one person’s body is both fascinating and highly disturbing at the same time. I could feel my feet slosh when they hit the ground sending even more of the red substance up into the air. Patterns of the red sticky goo splattered, and formed like abstract paintings on the makeshift canvases that were once faces, walls, and floors. Everything I knew was covered in this shit.
All of this as I watched the helpless roll and tumble with the car. I’ve never heard such terrible sounds. ‘SNAP, CRACK, SNAP, CRACK, SNAP, CRACK, SNAP’ with each and every forceful roll. Turning over and over again in my brain, just as these people were in front of me. Sounds that will stick with me until the day I die.
It took me a couple rolls of the red cab to realize that I was not moving. I was still okay, but floating about four inches above my seat just enough for it to not hit me each time the car spun around. I was perfectly unharmed and untouched by any sort of laws that physics may pertain, completely stationary in the middle of the car as the inside seats, bodies, blood, glass, and luggage rolled beneath me.
I still can’t get the sloshing mix of that death scene out of my head. The car was basically turning into a meat grinder at this point as the jagged edges of debris slashed and dismembered the passengers until there was basically nothing left, but a big pool of half broken bones, skin, and a whole lot of red.
The tin can that once glided effortlessly across the tracks, came to a sloppy, misshapen, slow rolling stop on the grass about two hundred yards from it’s original place. I’m sure if you were watching you could see the slug trail behind us as we went.
My eyes were pursed closed at this point trying to conceal what sanity I had left. I knew what I would be looking at as soon as I opened them. Thousands of questions pushed their way inside my head.
What the fuck just happened? How come I wasn’t moving? The seat that I was sitting in got torn out from under me like a tornado, but why am I okay? Why aren’t I covered in anything related to blood? What is that god damn smell? As these questions ate at my brain like Pac-Man and his pellets, it was the last question that took the biggest bite.
Then it hit me like freaking semi when I noticed the hot breath cloud touch the tip of my nose.
I opened my eyes to two giant black spheres. It was the old man. I was too horrified to realize he wasn’t getting pulped like the rest of these poor people.
He took a step back and held out his hand.
Before I could open my mouth, his snapped open and said “Congratulations Nick. You’ve won”. His crusty smile as wide as ever.
The sound of his voice crept into my body with deep vibrations and familiar tones that I couldn't quite catch. Confused as ever I hesitantly extended my arm towards the long bony fingers until something dropped into my hand.
I squeezed tight to be sure not to drop it. I brought it up to my face, unknowing that this moment would change everything I could ever know, answering so many questions, but leaving me with a surplus more.
Right smack in the middle of my palm was a tiny gold coin with six names engraved into the face.
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