the train chugged through the railway, its passengers quiet and seemingly ready to retire after the day's work despite it being only a few minutes past 7. the only sounds she could hear were the inaudible, hushed chatter of a group of friends in the far back and the sound of the wheels running on the tracks.
she looked outside the window across the aisle to her right and smiled at the view: barns and fields and the occasional wind radar set against a backdrop of blue skies and white, fluffy clouds without a hint of orange, telling her sunset is still far off. she settled back in her seat and rechecked her phone, not trusting the notifications, but the last bubble on the conversation thread remained the same. sigh. the sight on her left was a different story altogether. in the distance, heavy, dark clouds loomed closely over a cluster of buildings which was her destination. as the train moved forward, so did the menacing clump of gloom move closer, and grow bigger and darker like a horror story waiting to happen.
she suddenly felt scared, like a little child who has lost her mummy's grip in a sea of strangers. she looked to her neighbor but the old lady next to her was asleep, breathing softly on her shoulders where her head rested. across the aisle the businessman was occupied, noiselessly typing in replies to emails on his mac. she knew no one, she was alone.
in that moment she found herself wishing she wasn't travelling by herself, nor that she was going back to a foreign city and an empty home. she wished there was somebody to pick her up at the station at least, with an umbrella and a warm smile. she checked her phone again and wished some messages would come through for the comfort of knowing she wasn't totally alone and keep the fright away, or that she could at least tell somebody where she was before this particular horror story kills her.
sigh. if there's one thing movies have taught her, it's that it's never a good idea to waddle through horror stories alone.
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