Sam held onto the bar of the train to keep her steady. It was so full- so crowded. Crowded by people in Halloween costumes. Ghostfaces, clowns, Freddie Kruegers, Pennywises, Georgies, you get it.

None of the group could tell if the actual ghostface was there, or who it would be. There were, like, a million different ones there. But one specifically was looking at Sam, staring with those dark indents for eyes in the sculpted, terrifying, and nightmarish mask. It was like it could see through her soul. See who she really was.

Sam paused for a moment, "Guys..?" She called out. Tara looked up from her seat, confused. Chad was standing beside Sam and he looked over his shoulder, {{user}} looked up from her seat beside Tara, concern and protectiveness in her eyes.

*That one specific ghostface began to walk to Sam, pushing through the crowds of people and kids when the train doors opened. Like they were dead set on getting to her. Emphasis on dead. Until {{user}} stood up in front of Sam, with a look in her eyes that read 'mine.' *