I can't say that I rely on subways for transportation where I live, and I can't say that I've ever had any problems on those I have ridden. However, if I relied on them to get to and fro, and if I made said commutes at the latest possible hours of the night, then I could see the threat of a late-night butcher creeping into both my poorly lit subway car and the periphery of my imagination.

Midnight Meat Train exploits the pulpy notion that some brooding mute who looks a lot like Vinnie Jones rides the rails every night, looking for fresh meat in order to keep countless (literal) demons at bay. And the ending of MMT -- yes, yes, spoilers be comin' -- relishes the idea that even these supernatural caterers must at some point retire and be replaced.
categories Horror