- My sister disappeared 15 years ago. I was the last person she called, but I missed it…
2 nights ago, I boarded a late train. As I took my seat, a girl across the aisle looked up. It was her: same eyes, same scar on the neck. She stared like she knew me. I yelled, “Leah!”
She stood up and started to move to another car without saying a word. When I got off, my phone buzzed: a call from my mom. She’d woken from a nightmare, convinced Leah was still alive, needing help. She hadn’t had a dream about her in years.
I haven’t told anyone what I saw. But I’m taking the same train again tonight. Something about the eyes of the girl still haunts me. She wasn’t surprised to see me.
