The once jam-packed and crowded train was empty with not a soul in sight. She peered out the window and saw that it was pitch black outside and there were no lights to be seen. She looked down at her watch and it read 1:05am. She couldn’t believe that she’d been sleeping on the train for so long. It was as if she just boarded and now, all of a sudden it was already her stop. She was excited to be here, yet she felt incredibly groggy from her sleep. It was as if she couldn’t fully wake up, she splashed water on her face, but that didn’t help. She knew she had to find her grandmother’s house and get into bed.
She started to pack up all her belongings when the train came to a screeching halt. The lights started flickering on and off on the train as the conductor came back on the loud speaker, “Everyone must get off the train. I repeat, get off the train now.”
She didn’t know if this was a normal loudspeaker notice, or if something was wrong with the train. She couldn’t understand why the lights would be flickering uncontrollably or why the conductors tone would be so harsh. Either way, she knew she had to move quickly and get to the front car of the train.
She swung her backpack over her shoulders and gathered her sweatshirt and jacket and started running towards the front of the train. The train started to move slowly again as it made its way into the station and then jolted to a stop. She pulled open the heavy metal door in between the train cars. It took all her might to get it open, but when she finally did, she had to run across the vestibule into the other train car directly in front of her. Again, she grunted as she forced the door open and she walked into an empty train car. It was as if she was the only person going to Simmesport.
Then, out of nowhere, a man appeared, wearing a full camouflage outfit with combat boots. He quickly looked at Rachel and then grabbed her quickly, covering her mouth with his large, grimy hand. She dropped her bag and the items in her hands and started flailing. He took out a spray and sprayed it into the air, causing her to cough and sneeze uncontrollably. He then dragged her back toward the back of the train and into the sleeper car.
“You better be quiet, girl. You hear me?” the man said in a southern accent.
“Get off of me!” Rachel screamed, as she felt the man’s heavy body push her down onto one of the cots as he forced his body onto hers.
“There aint nobody here to save you now. They think this car is empty,” the man said.
Rachel let out a scream and then, before she knew it, her body started shaking and a surge of power flooded her body. She grabbed the man by the balls, twisted her hand and then threw him off of her and he landed, crashing down into the isle next to her.
“Who do you think you are girl?” he said, lying there on the floor, with blood on his face.
Rachel couldn’t help but get a whiff of the blood that was oozing out of his chin. Despite his nastiness, his blood smelled good to her. She felt her long talons growing out of her fingernails and then she raised her hand up and swooped it down, scratching his face entirely so it was bleeding all over.
The man let out a piercing yell, which was louder than she’d ever heard anyone scream. She had to act fast and get off this train, but she couldn’t just leave him there on the floor, fighting for his life.
She leaned down and whispered to him, “You messed with the wrong girl!”
Then, her fangs protruded and she sunk her big teeth into his throat, sucking his blood out, laughing loudly as his body convulsed to its death.
CHAPTER TWO
Rachel finally made her way to the front of the train, looking back with her every step to make sure nobody had just seen what she’d done. She couldn’t even believe what she’d just done. She heard a noise behind her, which made her jump, but when she turned around there was nobody there. She replayed the last fifteen minutes in her head and was almost certain that creepy guy was dead, but now she had doubts. What if he were still alive and out to get her? The thought of that frightened her terribly, as got off the train onto the desolate platform.
“Get home safely,” the conductor said, as she disembarked the train.
“Uh huh,” Rachel said, still shaken up by the whole thing.
“Everything ok young lady?” he asked.
Rachel turned to him and snapped out of her funk, “Oh yes! Yes, I’m fine,” Rachel said, trying to play it cool. After all, she didn’t want to be a suspect when they find the guy dead in the train.
As she stood there, she heard a loud beeping noise as all the train doors shut. The train horn sounded and then chugged along the tracks, with its cabin lights off. She looked around the concrete platform, which was lit up by only a few dimly lit lights above her head.
She was alone, no one else in sight. The sound of the crickets rang loudly in her ear and she couldn’t stop swatting the bugs away from her face. She didn’t know where she was or where to go next. She pulled out her cell phone to check the map but when she powered it on she realized she was in a dead zone. She walked to the other end of the platform thinking maybe she’d get a better signal there, but it didn’t help, she still had zero bars.
She walked down the stairs and into the large dark parking lot of the station. She was hoping to see a taxi, or a car waiting to pick someone up, or anything. She wanted to see any sign of life in this town, but it was dead quiet and not a soul around but herself. She started walking down the road, still thinking that she was hearing things coming from behind her. Maybe she was paranoid because every time she turned around there was nobody there. She started to panic and work herself up. Her heart began to race as her steps grew quicker and quicker until she found herself running quickly down the streets of the town.
She came to a four way intersection, but didn’t know which way to turn. She looked down each road, but they all looked the same, quiet and dead. No sign of life ahead in either direction so she stayed straight, and continued along her path.
She then heard the sound of a motorcycle coming up from behind her. It’s loud revving sound, reminded her of something, but she couldn’t put her fingers on it. The noise made her feel safe, but she didn’t know why. It was almost as if she expected someone to come and rescue her on a motorcycle. It was a weird feeling though, because she’d never known anyone who rode a motorcycle, and had never been on one before. Despite that, she turned around to see its one bright headlight shining right in her eyes.
“Stop! Stop!” Rachel screamed as she tried to hail down the motorcycle.
“STOOOOOPPPPPPP!” Rachel yelled again, as it passed her by without even slowing down.
She couldn’t believe it. How could they not have stopped? Did they not see her? She stood there for a moment dumbfounded on the side of the road, and then heard a loud rattling noise in the brush beside her which made her jump and start running again. She’d never been a runner before, but right now, she felt like she could run forever. She was high on adrenaline and needed to find safety or some sign of life here. Until she did, she didn’t feel comfortable or safe.
Then, about five minutes later as he run turned into more of a sprint for safety as she continued to look back over her shoulder, she heard the loud engine of a tractor trailer pulling up behind her. The air breaks making noise as it chugged around the corner. Rachel quickly turned and started jumping up and flailing her arms in hopes the driver would notice her and stop.
“STOP! STOP! HELP ME!” she yelled
