Suspense Digest June 2019 Part 2 Now

Or had she?

Below it, in small, elegant type: Boarding at: Stamford, 1997. Destination: Not Applicable.

Arthur leaned over. His breath smelled of rust and lilies. “It only takes the one who volunteers,” he whispered. “Say yes, and the rest of us go free. Say no… and we ride this wreck for another twenty-two years.” suspense digest june 2019 part 2

Eleanor’s blood turned to slush. She looked at her own ticket. Seat 6A. She’d bought it at the kiosk in Penn Station. She remembered the screen flickering. Remembered the machine printing two tickets instead of one. She’d thrown the extra away.

She reached into her coat pocket. Her fingers brushed cold, fibrous paper. She pulled it out. Or had she

Arthur’s hands were shaking. He pulled a crumpled ticket from his pocket. It was for Car 1402, Seat 6C. But the date was wrong. It was for a train that had derailed outside Stamford in 1997. Seventeen dead.

The hand from the ceiling recoiled.

“You hear it too,” Eleanor whispered.

He was tall, with the forgotten-collar of a man who’d once been fastidious. His name, according to the ticket clipped above his head, was Arthur. Arthur hadn’t spoken since New Haven. He just stared out the window, watching his own ghost reflect back at him. Arthur leaned over