Subway's Stalker

I sat on the bench waiting for the late night subway train to arrive. It had been hours since I arrived at the waiting area. This subway system was old but not nearly as old as Boston or Mount Rushmore. As I waited the lights would flicker on and off every now and then. Many people assumed the electric system needed tweaking while others said it needed to be replaced. None of that was done for years on end. As I waited something in the dark tunnel grabbed my attention. A pair of red eyes stared back at me in the dark tunnel. It captivated me as though they forced me to look against my own will.