When they came back on—a dim, sickly orange—the car was different. The upholstery was older. The windows were streaked with grime. And the passengers… they were still there, but their faces were wrong. The woman in 6D had a gash across her throat that wept no blood. The man in 6B had his head turned a full 180 degrees, his open eyes staring at Eleanor from over the seatback.
The hand paused.
Arthur’s smile cracked. His skin flaked like burnt paper. Behind him, the other passengers began to fade—not into nothing, but into real people again. The woman in 6D blinked, her throat whole. The man in 6B groaned and rubbed his neck. suspense digest june 2019 part 2