Yeah so welcome to my old username's account where I shall use this place as a dump for my stories and you will enjoy every second of it

Let's begin shall we

Paranormal

=Cigarettes=

Miles was a janitor that had worked the night shift as a janitor at the subway station in the big city. Daily, he would always meet interesting people. But on one cold winter evening, he had met a journalist. Her name was Susan, and she often smoked menthol cigarettes while writing journal entries. While doing some minor cleaning, he had stumbled upon her casually puffing a cigarette, awaiting the next train. "It's a little late for sweet young ladies like you to be roaming around, isn't it?", Miles said jokingly. "I enjoy the nighttime. It's subtle, calm, and reassuring. And it's also the perfect time to write journal entries and observe the big world around me", Susan replied. She let out the cigarette butt on her tongue, and then tossed it on the floor.

Miles, looking bewildered, walked away and continued cleaning. She caught her train, and that was that. A few weeks later, she had returned. Doing the same thing, smoking a cigarette and writing. Although this time she looked completely different with a new hairstyle and clothing style. Trying to avoid her, Miles went upstairs to get some cleaning materials and finish his late dinner. A few minutes later, he heard the most horrible scream he had ever heard in his life. It was disgruntled and piercing loud, and sounded muffled by an article of clothing. Afterwards there were several coughs, gasps, and then silence.

Curious and unsettled, Miles ran downstairs to check out the scene. There was no one to be found, only another cigarette butt. After another 2 months, he had seen her again. There she was, doing what she had always done. He walked up to her and asked "Hey ma'am, you wouldn't happen to be the cause of all the commotion a few months back, would you?". She gave him a confused look, and continued writing. Time carried on, and he had not seen her again for several months.

On one warm summer afternoon in the big city, Miles had the day off and had the opportunity to do some shopping and running around town. After running several errands, he went down to the morgue to give his sister some lunch. She was angered at something, and Miles had asked her what the problem was. "I can't figure out what the cause of this woman's death is, I've done multiple DNA tests and research and still no solid explanation to her demise. It's making me upset." While leaving the morgue, he saw a doctor preforming an autopsy on someone. She had already been cut open fully, so her identity was not recognizable. Seeing something so horrible, he almost fainted in shock. Viewing the tongue, he made out what looked to be multiple cigarette burns. He asked the doctor what had happened, and he responded "Some journalist chick got murdered at some subway station. They found half of her body tangled in the tracks".