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The Train Ride From Hell – PART 2

25 Feb

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Hello my friends and welcome to my blog. Last week I posted Part 1 of my short series The Train Ride From Hell. As promised I have posted Part 2 today. Remember there’s a warning attached to this series: do not read at night . . . or by yourself. 😉 Enjoy!

The Train Ride From Hell – PART 2

by Vashti Quiroz-Vega

Limbo? Where is this place? I’d never heard of Limbo. My mind was reeling. I continued to stare. The place didn’t look too bad. There were green fields and flower bushes. In the distance there was a large mansion surrounded by gates.

 

 

Perhaps I could speak to someone there. Maybe they had the answers I sought and could help me get back home.

 

 

I made an attempt to flee the train, but I couldn’t get past the round opening. An invisible energy prevented me from exiting the train. Suddenly, I felt an ice-cold hand on my shoulder.  It was the conductor.

 

 

“I told you this wasn’t your stop,” he hollered. “Take your seat!” His eyes turned into red coals. I flinched and hurried to sit by the girl again. I stared at her, shivering, still feeling the cold on my shoulder transferred by the conductor’s eerily frigid hand. She glanced at me with sad, moist verdant eyes, then she turned to look ahead.

 

 

“Who are you?” I asked, but she gazed forward. I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. “Who are you? What is this place? Why am I here? Why are you here?”  She screamed and pushed me with such force that I slid off my seat and onto the worm infested floor. Rats came running toward me the moment I landed. They began to bite any exposed skin. I howled and grimaced. I grabbed onto a seat and holding it, I clambered to get on my feet. I sat next to the girl again. I put my feet up on the chair wailing and trembling with fear and pain. She glowered at me. Her chest heaved in rhythm with her breathing.

 

 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you or hurt you. Please tell me what is happening––why are we on this train?” I waited for her answer.

 

 

“This is no ordinary train, it doesn’t take you to places you want to go.  It takes you to places where you deserve to go.” Tears streamed over her rosy cheeks.

 

 

I stared at her for a long time, trying to understand what she was saying. A drop of slobber on my hand indicated I had my mouth open the whole time. I wiped my hand on my blouse and wiped the dribble around my mouth with the back of my hand.

 

 

“I understand now that I’m not traveling in an ordinary train, and I realize that some of the people on the train are not people at all, but why am I here and how did I get here?”

 

 

“Why do you assume I know these things?” She scrunched her eyes and nose.

 

 

“I just a feeling that I have and you look familiar to me somehow. Please, tell me everything.” If I could have gotten on my knees to beg her I would have.

 

 

“I’m not sure you want to know everything.” She lowered her head.

 

 

I shifted in my seat and faced her. “I do! I do want to know. Please! How much more do I need to beg before you will answer my questions?”

 

 

“Alright. I will tell you everything.” She tossed her long, sooty black hair back.

 

The train came to a screeching halt again. My heart galloped in my chest. Once more the opening appeared. I was overwhelmed with the desire to look out again. I rose from my seat and watched the people getting off at this stop. Some were demons and some were regular folk like me. They looked frightened and sobbed as they trudged to their destiny. Some had to be forced out by the fiends.

 

 

I rushed and joined them. They stepped out of the train with ease, but I hit a wall and couldn’t traverse the opening. I looked out, and what I saw terrified me. There was a frightful storm. The people were blown to and fro by terrible winds. The winds came from different directions and violently tore off their clothes. It smashed them against walls, the ground and each other without rest. Lightning and thunder moved through the area with loud booms and flashes so bright, they caused temporary blindness! The passengers’ faces warped and twisted in horror and pain. The doorway began to close. Before the circle closed completely, I caught a glimpse of a sign, which read Lust.

 

 

A cold wave of realization began to overtake my body. Artic liquid circulated through my veins. I needed to know what the girl with the vivid green eyes knew and I needed to know now! I rushed to her. I grabbed her by the arms and yanked her to her feet.

 

 

“Tell me! Tell me!” I yelled in her face. “Where is this train taking me?”

 

 

“Hell!” she screamed.  “You are going to hell.”  I released her.  Everything spun around me.  My legs were weak and couldn’t sustain me any longer.  I plopped down in my seat.

 

 

My heart was in my throat. “How did I get here? Who brought me here?” My voice was thick and hoarse and didn’t sound like my own.

 

 

“The question you should be asking is why you are here.”  There was resentment in her voice, in her eyes.

 

 

“Why am I here?” I was not eager to know the answer but I had to hear it.

 

 

“You are an evil woman. You hurt people.” She scowled.

 

 

I shook my head. “No! I never hurt anyone!”

 

 

She narrowed her eyes. “You never stopped to think how your sleeping with married men to use them and take their money affected their wives and children!”

 

 

I was speechless as I gawped at her. Her doleful green eyes turned dark as she continued to say terrible undisputed things about me.

 

 

“Like a witch, you enticed my father and put him under your spell. You ensnarled him with your wiles. He became obsessed with you. He stopped trying to hide his affair. He didn’t care who knew about you. Well, my mother knew of you and so did I!” Her face was etched with sorrow.

 

 

Her withering expression made my heart grow heavy. She hung her head.

 

 

“My father became more and more distant from my mother and his children. We no longer mattered. You were all he cared about. My mother could not bear the pain any longer. So she took her own life.” She lifted her eyes from the ground and glared at me. I gasped.

 

 

“You drove my mother to suicide! You killed her and now you are going to hell for it!”

Stormy Weather

Don’t miss PART 3!

16 Responses to “The Train Ride From Hell – PART 2”

  1. Karen February 25, 2014 at 11:52 am #

    Wow! This is awesome!

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  2. Harliqueen February 25, 2014 at 12:22 pm #

    Wow, what a way to leave the cliff-hanger 😀 Really great, was looking forward to part 2 of this, now can’t wait for part 3!

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega February 25, 2014 at 12:39 pm #

      Thank you! I’m glad you’re enjoying the series. Part 3 will be posted on Thursday. 😉

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  3. peternoahthomas February 25, 2014 at 10:00 pm #

    So very good! Is part 3 done yet? LOL. I’ll be here Thursday!

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  4. jorobinson176 February 26, 2014 at 2:06 am #

    Cool Vashti! 🙂

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  5. Yolanda Isabel Regueira Marin February 26, 2014 at 2:28 am #

    Good work it is building up nicely 🙂 Vashti

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  6. 1epicmommy February 26, 2014 at 10:14 am #

    Whoa! I didn’t expect that! I can’t wait for Part 3 – this is such a great series!

    Thanks so much for sharing on Turn It Up Tuesday! We love having you! 🙂

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    • Vashti Quiroz-Vega February 26, 2014 at 11:32 am #

      Thank you Natasha!It was fun being at the hop and sharing with you guys. 😉

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  7. Michelle Stanley February 27, 2014 at 3:05 pm #

    The suspense is great and I am enjoying myself. The story is one that made me pause and ponder.

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  8. Sunni Morris February 27, 2014 at 7:10 pm #

    Vashti,

    Well done!

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