• Having paid for my ticket for the train I walked down the stairs, stepping on to the platform. Looking around the train station it looked like any other. The ceiling was curved with windows letting the sun light in, with metal cress crossed holding it up. A few stores lined the walls on both sides while the two train tracks ran down the middle allowing the trains to go either way. Benches run up and down the platform, some facing the train tracks and others facing the stores, trash cans strategically placed through out the station so there was no need for litter bugs, but people still left their trash on the benches. Picking a bench without any trash on it and close to the tracks, I sat down waiting for my train to arrive.
    When I looked around there weren't that many people around today. Only two other people were sitting on the opposite side while there was another person in one of the shops on the same side. Relaxing back into the bench I got as comfortable as I could with sitting on a metal bench. Hearing the whistle of a train I looked towards the opening on the left then the right seeing the train coming for the opposite side. Leaning back into the bench I watched the train slowed down and came to a halt whistling one last time echoing through out the station, telling everyone that it was here. Watching the people get off the train I became bored. I got up and went window shopping, looking for a store that either sold books or magazines. Finding a bookstore by the fourth store I walked in, smelling the old musty smell of either the books or the store itself not sure which. The front of the store had a window case that showed best sellers and recommended books for the customers that looked in. Looking around the store it had wooden shelves with five rows of books on each side and the other shelves. Walking up and down the aisles looking at the selection of books trying to find a good mystery. Finally finding the mystery section I browsed them trying to find one that I hadn't read and that would keep my attention. Finding one that looked good and sounded good from the summary on the back, I headed to the register in the back of the store, seeing no one at it I rang the little bell by the cup that held pens with flowers taped to them.
    Having rang it once, no one responded, ringing it two more times in a row still no one responded. Getting annoyed I repeatedly tapped the bell making it ring constantly. Finally hearing "Alright already, stop hitting the bell. I heard it the first time." I stopped, looking back towards the dark door way that was off to the right of the register. Seeing an old man come walking out of the door way. His hair was pure white, cut short on the sides but longer on the top, he had glasses perched precariously on the end of his nose, just waiting for the first chance to fall.
    Walking up to the register the old man looked me up and down and asked, "Did you find what you were looking for?"
    "Yes sir, I did." pushing the mystery book over the counter to him.
    "Alrighty then," adjusting his glasses on his nose he read the price on the back of the book and rang it up, "$10.37 is the total." He looked to the register then to me.
    Opening my purse I pulled out my wallet taking a ten and a five out. Handing it over I waited for my change and book, "Here you go."
    Opening the register he placed the money in it and pulled out her change, "Here's your change. $4.63. Have a nice day." Handing me the book and the change.
    "Thank you and you too." Putting the change and book into my purse I smiled and left the store.
    Walking back to the same bench I noticed that there was a little girl standing close to the bench holding a white and black bunny by the ear. She had white hair that seemed to reach the floor. She was wearing a white dress with little black buttons going up the front, with black ribbon that decorated the sleeves and had a black bow with a rabbit face in the middle on the side of her head. She wore white stockings with black shoes to compliant the look. Sitting down I smiled at her before looking for the book I just brought. Digging around the bottom of the purse I finally found it. Opening it up I started to read. Having just made it into half way through the first chapter I hear the girl shuffling her feet. Looking over at the her I jumped up, seeing that she was bleeding.
    Having shoved my book into my purse I held out my hand, "Your bleeding let me help you."
    The little girl just kept moving closer to the train rails, "Have you seen my mommy? I need to find my mommy." Turning her head towards me I saw that her eyes were different colors. One was blue while the other was brown. She had cuts across her face bleeding down onto her white dress turning it red. Wide eyed I backed away from her as she walked towards me asking the same thing over and over again. I shook my head as she kept getting closer and closer. As she kept getting closer I couldn't help, but watch as she kept bleeding over her dress, what didn't land on her dress landed on the floor turning into a puddle of blood.
    Tripping over my own feet I fell backwards jarring myself out of my studded I blurted out, "No I'm sorry haven't seen your mommy."
    The little girl started to cry at my words, shouting loudly, "I want my mommy! Where's my mommy?!?"
    Speechless I watched as she screamed and cried. As she screamed and cried I noticed something I didn't see before, how I didn't see them before I will never know, were wings and a halo. The wings tips looked like they had been soaked in blood and the halo looked like it had been dropped in blood but picked up and placed back because it dripped blood as the little girl moved around. Even the bunny she carried was not immune to all the blood. It looked like someone had dragged it through a puddle of blood and the head looked like it had been ripped down the seam only staying together by a few threads.
    Finding my voice once again I spoke to her, "Where did you see her last maybe she's waiting there for you." I knew that I was lying to the child but I didn't know what else to do.
    Shaking her head the little girl screamed, "No she's not there either! I've looked and looked for her, but I haven't found her and since I can't find my mommy I'll just find me a new one and you should do!" Staring at me, she walked towards me with her hand stretched out to grab me. Being too afraid to move I closed my eyes waiting to feel her hands grab me. Hearing a train's horn go off I jump opening my eyes quickly. Looking around the area for any signs of the little girl I saw none. No blood on the floor or any little girls in the area around me.
    Not understanding what just happened I sat there dumb founded, hearing the whistle of the train go off again I look over to the tracks seeing that the train was leaving with the new passengers. Standing up on shaky legs I slowly walked back over to the bench. Sitting down I placed my head into my hands trying to calm my heart down and to try to figure out what just happened. Hearing someone clear their throat, I looked up seeing it was the old man from the book store.
    He looked concerned and a little worried, "Are you alright dear? You look like you saw a ghost."
    Opening my mouth then closing it like a fish out of water, I swallowed before answering him, "I think I am and think I did see a ghost. A ghost of a little girl covered in blood." Looking up at him seeing that even he had gone paled at me words, "You may want to sit down you don't look to good." Standing up I helped him to sit down then sat next to him.
    Patting my hand absentmindedly he mumbles, "Oh my, this isn't good. This isn't good at all." Focusing on me he tells me the story of the little girl, "When the train station first open a mother and daughter would come and go here every day for work. Well when the girl was 10 she was playing with some other children by the train tracks. She had gotten to close to the edge and when a train came into the station she was pulled into the tracks killing her instantly. The girls mother went hysterical at her daughters death. She ranted and raved and finally as they were taking her out of the station she cursed the station and the train that had killed her. At the time many people believed that the mother and daughter were witches because of their pure white hair and two colored eyes. Ever since then the little girl has haunted the station looking for her mother. No one knows why she looks for her mother, some believe its because she wants the curse to be lifted so she can rest in peace and others think that she goes looking for her mother is to have people help her so she can kill them as well. The only reason I know this story is because the little girl had attacked me when I was your age and I wanted to know who she was and that is the history behind her."
    Having listened to the story of the little girl and the tragic history behind her death, I wasn't sure what to think of it, but one thing. I am never going to step foot into this station again if its the last thing I do. Maybe I'll take a plane next time.