Page 15 - Our horror story
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21 and Still Counting
One day a young girl was waiting at a train station. When he heard someone muttering behind him he
turned around and saw a woman sitting on a bench. The girl realized that there were only the two of
them at the station, the woman was very strange, the girl thought. The woman was in her 40s and sat
unsettled. He shook his body forward and backwards while muttering.
"... 21...21...21..."
Over time the girl became curious. He got up from his chair and approached the woman.
"Mom, what are you counting?"
The woman didn't answer, didn't even look at the girl, she just kept muttering
"... 21...21...21..."
The girl looked around, trying to find what the woman was counting. At the same time, the girl
wondered, if she counted something, why the numbers were always thesame. Then there was the sound
of the train coming suddenly the woman lunged at the young girl and pushed her towards the train
tracks.
"Aaaaaaa!!!" Shouted the girl, but too late, the speeding train had grabbed herbody.
The red color of the girl's blood splashed up to the wall and the seat seats at thestation. The woman sat
back down as if nothing had happened and started muttering
"... 22...22...22..."
"Maybe the 22nd number is for those of you who are reading this story."
