The lady double-checked her luggages. The doors opened, and she sat inside. While she was sitting and thinking about her destination, the Skytrain had a bump. The citizens inside screamed, but the woman was still deep in thought. Suddenly, the train sloped forward. Again, everyone screamed. But the woman was now attentive. Surprisingly, she was so not surprised, she told the old woman knitting beside her, that bad things often happen to her, and the people around her. The old woman was so scared, and tried to move away, but slipped, and fell down the sloping end of the Skytrain. The woman heaved a sigh. Another crash appeared, and this time, all the woman heard was people dropping down in a faint. But she was getting a little worried. Sure, her bad luck have gotten people and herself in danger, but never in actual danger. Unfortunately, the old woman had sat herself down and told everyone about the young woman’s luck. Obviously, they moved away. Obviously, the doors opened and the people who tried to move away from her fell to their death, including Mrs. Annoying Elder. The doors closed, and she was safe. Now the woman was panicking, breaking a very important rule, DO NOT EVER PANIC NO MATTER THE SITUATION, OH WHAT THE HECK.
Finally, they felt a tumbling sensation. And some dizzy people opened up the window/door and desperately jumped out, and you probably know what happened. At last the woman was alone. The train split into four pieces, and smashed to the ground. The bad luck has won.
THE END

P.S. I know I already said the stories are fake, and I’ll say it again:They’re fake!
Once, a bunch of of teenagers decided to go to on the Skytrain to see the new movie. When they were waiting, one girl dared a another girl to go inside the yellow lines. She didn’t want to seem like a wimp, so she carefully lowered herself down. It’s not that bad down here, she thought. Suddenly, she heard a loud whooshing sound. “Hey, look, the train’s coming. Oh, get her up!” She heard her friends’ voices. When she realized they couldn’t reach her, it was way too late. So she laid herself flat in between the tracks, and the Skytrain went straight over her. Afterwards, she got up. Except for some bruises, she was okay. Physically okay. Mentally. . . not. She went home straight away after that experience. The girl, sitting at her desk, thought about the blood-shaped blob she saw. It was so. . . . familiar. Then it clicked. A movie that she saw years ago had that exact same blob. A movie about someone who was crushed under a subway. How? She will never know. . .
The End
Not that scary, right?

Once, on a Skytrain(Number 13), a woman was who was sitting in it had a quick heart attack. And another one, much bigger. All of a sudden, the Skytrain stopped, the windows opened and the lady fell out. The Skytrain’s windows closed, and it continued moving. The people in Number 13 rushed out at the closest station, and told EVERYONE there not to ever, ever go on it. No one did. A year later, a young lady, who didn’t see the number on a Skytrain, got on Number 13(When people stopped going on Number 13, the people stopped sending it out. It only comes out when other Skytrains are out of comission). When she smelled the old leather smell, and the empty-ness of the Skytrain, she realized it was Number 13. She tried to get out. So she ran to the end of the Skytrain. A foggy mist appeared and a ghost of the lady who died appeared. The ghost-lady pointed at the door. The Skytrain stopped, and the doors opened. The lady was so scared, she jumped into the sea below. She swam to the shore, alive, and well.
THE END

P.S. These stories are all fake. I made them up. Enjoy!
Years ago, a young man was getting a Skytrain ticket. That time, tickets were smaller than they were now, and they had a purple line on top. A madman was behind a advertisment, and in is hand was a gun. The madman leaped up and shot the man in the back. He died. The one ticket he bought was still in the slot. The young man didn’t even touch it. A writer who was a witness wrote in a book that if you ever buy a ticket, and a old-fashioned looking ticket comes out, don’t touch it and run away.
12 years later, when the tickets looked like they did now, a man that looked strangely like the guy who died came to the ticket buying machine and clicked 1 ticket. He got his 1 ticket, but another ticket popped out. It was a very old one. He suddenly remembered the ticket and started running away. Some people who saw ran away, too. All of a sudden, the doors closed, and the man was stuck inside. He cried for help. A low moaning sound seemed to come out of the ticket slot. It echoed through the absolutely empty station. Then, blood started trickling through the slot. A grayish limp hand popped out, then an arm, then the entire body. The ghost of the madman appeared beside the man and he almost fainted. The ghost held a ghostly gun. The grayish figure that came out of the slot was so hideous and scary looking, that the man slumped down and seemed to be dead. The zombie figure then used the new fashioned ticket to a secret slot and the ticket booth opened. Tons of Zombie figures fell out and picked the dead man up. To the same fate they were in, to only be let out when a zombie put a old fashioned ticket out every 5 years. The End of Story 1!