Hell Train

The steam train puffed loudly through the thick fog of the cold winter night, while I lay soundly asleep unaware of the happenings aboard the Orient Express
Train Of depress

Then suddenly, I was awoken by a dreadful screech
Could the train’s destination be out of reach?
I walked out of my little cozy cabin into the chill of the long dark hallway with only the occasional dim lights on the hallway walls to guide me to the cab where I could hopefully find out what was going on with the train being put to a halt
At the time I was unaware that on board was an evil colt
Nothing could prepare me…
for what I was about to see
Sitting in the train driver’s seat was a lifeless body. His hands hanged limply on either side of his brutally slashed body. On the floor was a large pool of blood as a result of the blood gushing out of the open stab wounds onto the floor beside the deceased train driver’s seat
Then I looked at his feet
They were gone. By the looks of it the immoral soul who had brutally murdered this innocent man had used some sort of very sharp blade to penetrate the victims skin, then cut through the hard bone, leaving his feet detached from his legs
It’s no doubt, at the time of the murder, for his life, the victim begs
I leave the terrifying scene and find myself face to face with a tall well built man holding a knife firmly in his bloody right hand. The man’s clothes were drenched with blood
And on his large army boots were mud
At first glimpse I knew this man was the murderer. I could see it in his face
His soul was pure evil and he had immoral excitement on his face. He had no look of disgrace
I’m done for… or so I thought. But suddenly as if caused by some sort of immoral force, I grabbed the knife out of the man’s hand and in one quick forceful movement I stabbed it through the man’s heart
At that moment, from this world, the man did depart
And left in me his evil heart
Then as if I was being driven to do so by the evil force, I cut of the man’s feet just as he had done earlier to his victim. As I penetrated deeper into the victim’s skin and cut through his veins the mud on his boots again captured my eyes
Then I realized, outside, the train driver’s right and left foot lies
I left the train and entered the cold winter night with my victim’s feet in hand
I saw a hole where a large tree did stand
I walked over to it and to my expectations there were two bloody feet laying on the bottom of the muddy hole. I threw in my victim’s feet as well
And entered back into the train of hell

Hell Train


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