Chapter 7: Train arch p1

It’s a hot day and my handmade fan broke, I use my hands to fan my face but it’s no use I still feel very hot. From the top of my head and down to my feet--. This burning sensation I never felt before…

I can't see… all I see is darkness… endless darkness. I can move freely, but I fear if I take a step forward anything could happen like falling into a hole or running into a Monster. My name is Sui and I’ve been living my life on the loop... On a train.

But I don’t know where I am now, This doesn’t make any sense this is not the train. I was just now sitting in my seat watching the scenery outside my window patiently waiting for death again … You may think that this is ridiculous but I can assure you that this is true.

It all happened on a Monday. But which Monday am I referring to? Ah, I know! Tragic Monday well… Every Monday is tragic you know. But this Monday is different. It was not about school maybe It was but I can’t correctly recall what year it was. But anyways this I'll tell you.

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A young girl boarded a train holding a bookbag over her shoulder as she boarded the train with her grandmother who also held a bag but not a book bag but a purse she holds close to her chest.

“Grandma, maybe we shouldn’t board this train! You heard the rumors right? ‘ye who enters here never leaves. ‘ And the people who boarded it never came back!” The girl said trying to persuade the elderly woman not to board the train.

“Sweetie, I already paid for my ticket to get on! Stop whining and take a seat we need to get downtown so we can make usual business. “ The elderly woman said sternly as she took a step inside her grandchild and followed her behind grumbling.

The train looked elegant inside its interior was amazing its flooring. Had a nice metal touch to it. Sitting down near the window the girl looked around, She wasn’t paying attention earlier but there is no one on this train. Not even a soul in sight! And… where did grandmother go?!

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Her purse was sitting on the floor near the doors. Getting up quickly and looking out the window there laid her grandmother on the floor looking at the train in horror. As her mouth moved open but no words came out.

She quickly picked up the bag and was about to take a step out the door but the doors suddenly slammed shut in her face. As if they were being controlled by someone.

“Grandma!”

Outside the train on the ground grandmother su sat on the floor staring at the train as it moved farther and farther away. From arms reach. How could this be happening?! Just why? This never happened before when I rode this train before… The grandmother swore she was pushed out of the train by a pair of boney inhumane hands.

Whoever owned those hands said something in a dark deep sultry demonic tone. “Stay out”. She saw a creature a..very tall creature stand beside her grandchildren grinning ear to ear and mouthing something.. Which seems to be mocking her shecouldnt’t understand what it was saying but this boney, skinny, tall toothpick was mocking her. Just who in hell gave it the audacity to do that?

Reaching for her purse..wait where is her purse? It can’t be on the train right?..

Quickly getting up to her feet she ran to the nearest telephone to call the cops but… there was no money to pay for the call. She checks her dress’s pocket. If there was any spare change but… there is none. Only a pack of gum, a key chain, and a smartphone… wait a phone! Eagerly taking it out of her pocket she turned it on and then she sat there for a while trying to figure out how to work this odd machine.

She recalls that her daughter taught her how to make a phone call, but she doesn’t see the phone icon it disappeared. It’s gone. It went, poof, be gone on her. 

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