The Mysterious Train.

to attend. Luckily, today I only had four clients, so I finished at what I call a breathtaking 3:00pm. I rushed to the train station to get the twenty past three train. I ran and ran I managed to get there for quarter past three , by now I was exhausted and out of breath as I pushed out my last bits of energy to proceed up the platform stairs. I gazed at my watch and read quarter past three. I felt an enormous sigh of relief knowing I had reached there on time also having an extra five minutes to read more of my newspaper. “The Posh & Becks story” was enough to keep me occupied. I must have been reading for roughly ten minutes so I looked down at my watch noticing it was twenty two past three and still there was no sign of the train, but I thought nothing of it, for all I knew my watch may have been ticking too fast!  So I continued waiting. I looked at the rail track indicator light and realized it was on green so something was not right also for some reason the platform felt extremely hot and stuffy and I was sweating which is very unusual because I never sweat. Suddenly the lines began to make a noise, but I could tell straight away that this was not the usual noise, it sounded higher pitched and deep like a screeching sound made by a car slamming hard down on its brakes, I also noticed a blue sort of light emitting from the rails. My heartbeat was beginning to increase at a very fast rate as I lent forward to get a better view, only to notice streams of electric bolts similar to lightning where flowing over the rails. It was as if the lines where being overcharged with electricity and the high-pitched sound began to get louder and louder. I know had a very intense feeling that whatever it was, it was approaching! I began to hear the sound of grinding metal, like an electric saw trying to cut through steel, I rotated my head to the right to see an oversized , wide tracked and enormous train. This was no ordinary train; it was mysteriously covered in bright orange stripes and purged smoke out of the sides like a raging bull from a cartoon. It slowly began to come to a stop, the strange thing was that there appeared to be no driver or controller. All of a sudden there was complete and utter silence as if the train was in some sort of stealth mode. It was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. I began to tremble violently, my newspaper dropped to the floor and the sound echoed all over the platform. I began to notice my paper moving back and forth on the platform which could only mean one thing... the platform was shaking!! However, I was trebling too much to notice. Drops of sweat rolled down my forehead. I then began to think to myself, “this must be a dream” so I pinched myself  and closed my eye’s. It made no difference at all and I opened my eyes to the same scene. All that was left behind was a sore red mark on my arm, followed by a large sense of pain.                                               It was approaching quarter to four and there was still a pin drop silence in the air . Now that my trembling had come to a stop I gained the courage to examine the train. I was very curious about if there was a driver or not. As I moved closer towards the front, I noticed what looked like a sign of some sort so I looked closer. I began to make out some sort of writing. It was engraved into a square metal plate similar to hieroglyphics but bolder looking. I was astonished. I thought to myself,  “why has it stopped here of all places”. Abruptly I began to hear a noise, which broke the silence, it sounded very low pitched but it began to get louder and louder in steps. It sounded as though the train was building up some sort of energy like an ignition sequence. I began to notice the same electric streams along the rails; my heart rate began to rise again to an extremely fast rate, so fast that I could feel the vein on my neck pumping in and out. My immediate instinct was to step back but I couldn’t , my mind was telling my legs to move but there was just no action taken. It was like they were seized in one position. I began to panic as I noticed the train edging forward, I blinked for a split second and as I unclosed my eyes the train had disappeared and all that it left behind was a large gust of breeze “SWOOOSH!” just like that. I leaned over to look at the track and to my astonishment, it was as if the train had cleaned the track, it glistened like beads of glitter with a polished finish like chrome, and not a spot of dust was to be seen. Before I could stop to admire it the track began to make a chittering sound, but this was not the mysterious sound, it was the good old usual sound. I looked to my right and saw the usual blue and red striped train with the circular red emblem with a driver inside of course. My heart rate slowly went back down, as I felt secure at the sight of my usual train. The doors opened with a beeping sound and I stepped inside, slouched down onto the seat, and closed my eyes in order to tone down my trembling. Through out my journey home, the one question duplicated in my mind a million times “Was it real?” Who Knows!