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