Night metro

 My father-in-law told me this story. He stayed with friends one day for some reason. It was late at night, but the subway was still running. My father-in-law was not far from Belorusskaya station and decided to take the subway to get home faster (although it was only a short drive to the avenue). When I got down, I was surprised that the station was empty at all. Usually there's always someone at the station, at least some kind of drunk, but here it was empty at all. I stood alone, and soon the train arrived. The father—in-law just wanted to enter, as he felt something was wrong. He says it felt cold from inside. He took a closer look — and the passengers, it turned out, were all looking at him. The faces are frozen, as if in grimaces, the eyes are glassy. The father—in-law was completely scared when he saw his dead friend inside, and he nodded to him in greeting, saying, come in. He took a closer look and noticed his dead wife in the crowd, who waved at him. My father-in-law says he ran screaming from the station. I believe him because I saw how his body hair stood on end when he told me this.