So… I’ve got another crazy subway story to share and this one is by FAR the worst experience EVER. I think about 2-3 hours after the incident, I was still so traumatized by it.

So it was Friday night. JUST the Friday that passed. My good friend Anoja and I were coming out of the CHM138 term test 2 prep session at 9PM. And going home late was never much of a worry for me. My parents would always warn me about creepers and all that but I was never really scared or worried when I commuted home late at night. Like sure… I took more precaution but I didn’t really freak out in fear or anything.

So anyways, Anoja and I came out of a building near Queens Park. It’s actually an unfamiliar area to us, since most of the LIFESCI courses are near St. George Street. The closest subway station to the building is Museum, not the St. George station that we usually take. We figured that going to the closest station would be our safest bet.

Walking down to the subway station, we laughed and joked about how we were going to fail everything and live our life in the Bahamas. I got a call from Patrick to his birthday party but I turned it down since it was already so late and I was very very tired and exhausted. As we entered the subway, everything appeared… normal. We waited for the the Museum station going Northbound to St. George, so in other words, upwards, for those directionally-challenged.

So as we waited, we continued talking and laughing about how screwed we are for the upcoming chemistry test. Then all of a sudden, some short guy comes right in front of me and goes, “What’s the time?” And, I didn’t really see him approach me or anything, so I was sort of taken by surprise. And I was trying to study him and just… you know… take in my surroundings. He didn’t look like a BAD person. He looked normal to me. But just to be safe, I didn’t want to flash my watch or cell phone in front of him, so I just answered, “It’s around 9,” since our prep session ended at 9.

Then he goes, “Why is it 9?” And he said it in ALL seriousness. Like, he asked it as if it was a typical question that everyone asks.

And even then, it didn’t even HIT me something was CLEARLY wrong with this guy. Like I just stood there staring at him, TRYING to understand his question. I was like, “What do you mean why is it 9?”

And of course, my friend was laughing her ass off. Okay, she wasn’t LAUGHING her ass off but you know, she was laughing. And I just realized how ridiculous the question was, so I let out one of those small chuckles and I said, “Sorry… I don’t…”

And he cuts me off and he goes, “Yo what are you laughing at, bitch?” And that’s when I was like, “Err…” Like I didn’t even know HOW to respond.

And of course, he just started to spazz like mad. “Why are you laughing? What’s wrong with you? What’s so funny? Are you stupid?”

And then my friend steps in and she goes, “No… it’s just that we finished a…"

And before she could finish, he cuts her off and he goes, “NO!!! It’s because she’s got emotional problems.”

I just thought to myself. “Dude, you’re the one asking me WHY it’s 9 and you say –I’M- the one with EMOTIONAL PROBLEMS?!” THAT’S when it hit me that something was wrong with him.

And I think by the time I realized it, he looked REALLY REALLY REALLY mad. And so my friend just stopped trying to calm him down and just grabbed my arm and we both walked away from him.

And he’s just screaming away at us, “YOU BITCHES!!! YOU GUYS HAVE EMOTIONAL PROBLEMS!!! FUCKING BITCHES…”

And we just sort of walked away really scared and sort of amused by the absurdity of the question. We walked until the OTHER end of the platform and we were just like:

“Oh my gosh… we’re so dying tonight.”
”What’s wrong with him?”
”He’s so going to stab us.”
”He’s not following us, right?”

And we both look and we see him RUNNING down the platform. Both of us FREAKKKKKKKKKKKED. And I just grabbed my friend’s arm, and pushed her into the subway train that was going SOUTHBOUND to Queens Park. And when I got on, I felt the door close on my bag. But I managed to pull through and get on the train okay. And all these people around us were like, “WHOAAAA, what’s up with you guys?!”

So we were on the subway train, trying to figure out what to do because we were going in the wrong direction. Anoja and I figured that since I BARELY made it onto the train because I felt the door close on my bag, then the dude probably didn’t make it on the train. So we thought we should just get off at Queens Park and from there subway back up to St. George. Just to let you know guys know, I have to subway to Finch and my friend has to subway to Downsview.

So then we got off at Queens Park and we saw him getting off the train too and WE FREAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKED. And we were like, “SHITTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” And I don’t know why but I just pushed my friend onto the train going Northbound to St. George and prayed that the guy wouldn’t see us. So we got on and hid between these chairs and hid our faces. When we didn’t see him get on the train… we sort of calmed down a little and our panting sort of slowed down. My friend thinks she saw him go back onto the Southbound train. And when we got to St. George station, I had to get off to subway to Bloor, while my friend just continued going up to Downviews.

I was so paranoid going up from Bloor to Finch. And then when I was at Davisville (a station between Bloor and Finch where the subway goes up onto land) I received a call from my friend and she was like, “Are you okay?” And I was like, “Yeah, are you?” And then she goes, “Just to let you know, there’s a loop. So he and you might be on the same train.”

And I was like, “WHAT?!” My heart just like… stopped beating. But of course, the subway train went back underground and the cell phone call was cut off. So that’s when I freaked out and I was so worried that he was going to get off at each stop and like go into another compartment of the train and find me. And in my head I was thinking of escape routes if I saw him. LMFAO. I think I was going to cry because I was so scared.

BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT thankfully. I got home all right =). I think the biggest mistake was laughing at him. Or maybe, I should’ve just went to Patrick’s to eat that cake. Then none of this would’ve happened. Stupid fate. Why do the dumbest and most life-threatening things always happen to me?!