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Mystery Train

Who are you

By K.C. KeatsPublished 3 years ago 4 min read

Waking up cold and clammy you roll from the bench of the carriage onto the floor which is covered in water from the rain pouring through the carriage window from the storm outside. Stumbling to your feet you try and close the window but it would not move as the rain stung as it hit your face and you are forced to give up. Where am I? You ask yourself as you fumble through your pockets looking for your ticket. If I'm on a train I must have a ticket you think to yourself, but find nothing but empty pockets and a key. Once again you are on the floor in the water as the carriage rocks back and forth recklessly as it goes around a turn as it's out of control or there is no one at the controls. Grabbing the handle on the door, you haul yourself to your feet only to be knocked down again, and again, every time you tried to stand. You give it one final attempt and brace yourself up against the wall, reaching for the door handle, you grab it and try to open the door which slides open and you leap into the corridor closing the door behind you. There are no windows and you can hear the howling of the wind and the rain hitting the train as you stand in the corridor trying to figure out what to do next. You walk by several cabins only to see them empty and you begin to wonder if you are the only person on board this runaway train which seems to be gaining speed with no intention to stop. As you come up on the next carriage you find that the door is locked and you reach into your pocket and retrieves the key that you had. I wonder? You think to yourself as you try the key in the door and it unlocks and you step into the next carriage and think to yourself. Am I the conductor of this train? If so, where are all the passengers and why was I in that carriage? You think to yourself. You try to remember what you were doing the day before and why you are on an out-of-control train right now? Your head starts to hurt and you can't remember a thing and just decides to keep looking for clues to this mystery you find yourself in and to see if you can figure a way out of this when you find yourself on the floor in one of the carriages once again as the train goes around another sharp turn without slowing. Getting to your feet once again, you make the decision that you have to reach the engine and see if you can slow this ticking time bomb down before you reach the end of the line, where ever it might be. It could come at any time so you do not know how much time you have and you pick up your pace when you reach the next door which is also locked, but you do not have the key on you, you must have lost it when you fell into the carriage as you turn around and head back to the place where you fell down. Looking around you can not find the key as panic starts to set in, calm down, you think to yourself and you slowly relax when you notice the key under the bench behind the leg and you reach in and grab it. Climbing back to your feet, you make your way to the locked door and when you open it, you are knocked back against the wall from the force of the wind knocking the air from your lungs. Sitting there you gasp for your breath as the rain pours in soaking you as you try to get to your feet. Peering out through the driving rain you see that there is a flat car between you and the next carriage. As you gather your strength you make a run for it, the wind and rain hit you like a wall but you bend forward and persevere, falling to your knees you start the crawl as the wind tries to knock you from the speeding train. You keep looking down and can't see anything around you cause the rain blinds you every time you try to look up, so you keep feeling your way ahead until you finally reached the next carriage. Fumbling with the key, trying not to drop it with your cold bloody fingers, you manage to get it in the lock and open the door and stumble into the dry carriage. Rolling over and laying on your back you struggle to catch your breath when you hear something at the other end of the carriage. Ripping some strips from your shirt, you bandage your fingers and struggle back to your feet. By now you are exhausted and cold and do not know how much longer you can carry on as you stumble your way to the front of the carriage and the sound you heard. Fumbling with the key in your bandaged fingers, you manage to get the door open and finally make it to the engine. "Hello, hello, is there anyone there? A voice could be heard through the radio and you reach for it and in a raspy voice, you answer. "Help, the train is out of control and I don't know how to stop it," you say as you fall to the floor and you hear a voice. "Stop simulation, that's it, folks." and then laughter could be heard from many different people as they left the building. What had just happened? You just sit down and put your head in your arm when you feel a hand on your shoulder. "You don't remember too much about your promotion party to Head conductor do you?" he said as he walked away.

Mystery

About the Creator

K.C. Keats

K.C. is from a small community on the east coast of Newfoundland, Canada, and has been writing for over twenty years.

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