I don’t know what pulled me in here. Instinct maybe, or just
plain curiosity. No matter the reason, here I was; standing in
front of the abandoned train station. This place, once lively and
full of promise, now only holds the discarded trains for the
ghosts of its long forgotten past. I haven’t visited this station
since my childhood. Once this old building would fill me with
hope of a new adventure; but now, this station only fills me
with dread. Unwillingly, I felt myself walk up the old, cracking
cement steps, and into a building that everyone but me it
seems, has long since forgotten. This is, or was, a train station,
one that was once full of life, but now sat abandoned and dark.
The ticket in my pocket, the ticket that shouldn’t exist,feels like
it’s getting heavier with each step I take towards the building.
The ticket was in my mailbox three days ago, as if it was a
completely normal letter. I don’t know why I didn’t throw it
out. Hell, I have no idea why I followed it here, it was almost as
if my body was following it’s instructions against my will. Once
I got to the station entrance I saw something unexpected; a
living, breathing, human. This man looked like he belong in the
1920s, with his button down jacket and pocket watch, yet he
looked only to be in his 30s, not a hundred years old. He
looked at me impatiently, tapping his foot as I warily walked up
to him. The smell of tobacco permeated the air with each step
closer I take to him.
"Mr. Davis! You're late. You're ticket said 4:00 not 4:01, not
4:05, and certainly not 4:10!" the man exclaimed looking at me
with annoyance evident on his face.
"Uh...excuse me who are you" I start looking at the man,
becoming more and more convinced I was either being
pranked or about to be murdered.
"Now now come with me everyone is waiting!" The man
ignored my questions and walked further into the building with
a brisk pace, making me jog to keep up.
"Everyone? You mean there's more people?" I was shocked,this
place is supposed to be abandoned, how could there be people
here? Maybe a stray teenager here and there, but a group? The
mere thought baffled me as I saw no choice but to follow the
man. I realized he was leading me to the abandoned train
tracks, though I had a sneaking suspicion that they weren't
going to be as abandoned as I expect. And I was correct, there
was a train waiting for us as we approached, the man looked at
me and motioned for me to board. Slowly I start to board the
train, not taking a second to think about the fact that I don't
remember actually walking through the station, or the fact that
the conductor had a smirk on his face. All I could focus on are
the voices, the honest to god voices in the train car. There are
people here, people who seemed just as lost as me.