Something was chasing him; he*d had one chance for a quick glance at his pursuer; it looked like something torn from black construction paper and it was huge.
As he ran he noticed there was no noise in the empty street and everything was black and white. He felt as though he was in a pen and ink drawing.
The seams in the sidewalk were as straight as they could be, matching the arrow straight curbsides.
Rowhouses came right up to the sidewalk, leaving no place to hide.
When he came to an open manhole he jumped in. There was no falling; instead he landed upright on a platform by some tracks and waited impatiently. He was alone.
This must be a subway station but it was almost as light as the grey daylight he*d just escaped from.
In the distance he saw a red train, looking more like a trolley car than a subway. When it came to a stop he lost no time in boarding and finding a seat.
He was safe at last; he caught his breath and tried to calm down; glad the harrowing experience was over.
When he glanced up he saw the reflection of the driver in the rear view mirror; his white skeleton face was grinning and he wore a black garment.
Alarmed Ed began to look around. The woman facing him was slumpled against the window of the car. Quickly he looked at the other passengers; they were dead too.
He arose and started toward the front of the train, before he completed his trip he suddenly awoke.
