By Ron Pestone
When I got on the E-train it was as crowded as a can of sardines, but I squeezed myself in squashed next to the door. The air in the car was thick and musty. Next stop the best thing to happen to me all day someone jumped up from a seat right next to the door I was squashed against and I got the empty seat. Slinking down into the fiberglass seat made for skinny midgets I opened my brief case and took out the novel I was reading. The pages were damp but readable but I soon lost interest and drifted away.
Anybody who has read my work before knows I change names and locations to protect the innocent as well as the guilty but the stories I write about are true. And I swear this story is the truth and this part is absolutely true.
I had half drifted off when the lurch of the subway car stopping at a station kind of woke me and looking up the Grim Reaper was looking down, his eyes boring into me. He was dressed in a ragged, long, heavy looking black robe with a fierce face and a long handled sickle. In that split second I believed with every fiber in my body that that was how I was going out. The Grim Reaper was taking me out on the E-train on the way to Penn Station. I was going to get wacked. Shaking I closed my eyes too tired to fight and waited for the end.
The subway continued grinding and squealing its way to Penn Station and I quietly awaited my demise.
When I finally looked up the Grim Reaper was gone and a third of the subway car had emptied out. At that point I wondered if I had dreamed it all.
It wasn’t until I was walking to the tubes in Penn Station and saw the huge sign advertising Halloween that I realize what had happened. A costumed Grim Reaper had received the ultimate reward Halloween can give an individual, he had scared the living hell out of a person and made him a true believer.
When I got home a little after 9:00PM my wife asked me as she usually did, “What kind of day did you have?”
I answered the only way that made sense to me, “I’m going to bed.”
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