I gunned my car into the parking lot and screeched to a halt in the handicapped spot. Racing into the station, I checked the schedule board. Let’s see… Pennsylvania, I needed to get there, quickly. My wife was having her baby!
It never occurred to me that the narrow alleyway I went through led to the train to Transylvania and not Pennsylvania. I dashed into the train, barely making it before the doors closed.
I found a seat, and threw myself down, tired from the dash. Slowly but surely, I looked up to the woman next to me. She had fangs. I looked to the man sitting on my other side. He had fangs. Everyone on the train had fangs and was smiling at me.
== 125 words ==
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