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A Night on The Northern Spirit
Outside the express stood the waiting guests, all clad in jackets and such. They gripped heavily onto their tickets as a gust of wind nearly blew them out of their hands.
The face of the purple train ticket had the picture of two skeletons waving from the cab of a locomotive. The back read: "Congratulations! You have been selected for a ride/tour on The One And Only Northern Spirit! Come experience the unique sights and sounds that the express has to offer. We dying to meet your acquaintance, so don't keep your new friends wanting."
When night came, the blood moon hung in the sky as mist gathered in the town, swirling. A towering steam engine with coaches of purple and green made its way through the area, filling the air with the sound of whistles and bells. 'The Northern Spirit', or so claimed the text on its side, visible in the dim glow of light that seemed to gather in the mist from the lights of the passenger cars.
One of the passenger car's doors opened and a tall, dark-skinned man appeared in the doorway. He wore a shabby, blue conductor outfit with a bat-printed necktie, complete with a conductor cap. Some of the guests held back screams and feelings of disgust as they saw the deformation of the man's face. The man seemed to have been seriously injured. A part of his brown face was heavily burned as some flesh and bones were visible. His left eye still hung intact in its socket as it glowed a lifeless white, while the other one had melted into white goo running down his cheek. He glared at the people before him. Judging by the frightened looks on their faces, his graze went right through them. "I assume that y'all are the guests for the evening?" The burnt man asked, his voice sounded deep and raspy.
"Yes, I guess we are," A guest answered. "These tickets told us that we were invited to some sort of tour or something"
The burnt man glared deeper. Shame, I was hoping for guests with some class, but I guess these folks will do nicely. The burnt man thought.
"Greetings, folks. The name is Mr. Winston, but the middle "N" is silent. From what you may have noticed, I am one of the conductors of The Northern Spirit. Because your tour guide is still getting ready, I will be taking care of you for the moment. Right now, I want you all to take a seat in the waiting area, as the tour begins there. But first, I'll be needed those tickets of yours." He stepped out of the doorway and gestured inside.
Despite even warning in their bodies, the guests still decided to climb on board. They handled the conductor their tickets and headed into the seating room. When they entered the area, They were amazed at what they saw. The interior was decorated in a shade of purple and green. From the purple roof and seats to the green fringes around the window, and the green carpet that ran down the aisle. The walls were clothed with purple wallpaper, that was painted with yellow eyes, which blinked and narrowed as the guests entered. The only thing that wasn't purple or green was the golden, dim-lighted chandelier which swung softly in the dead-still air.
The guests were so fixated on the interior,...
The face of the purple train ticket had the picture of two skeletons waving from the cab of a locomotive. The back read: "Congratulations! You have been selected for a ride/tour on The One And Only Northern Spirit! Come experience the unique sights and sounds that the express has to offer. We dying to meet your acquaintance, so don't keep your new friends wanting."
When night came, the blood moon hung in the sky as mist gathered in the town, swirling. A towering steam engine with coaches of purple and green made its way through the area, filling the air with the sound of whistles and bells. 'The Northern Spirit', or so claimed the text on its side, visible in the dim glow of light that seemed to gather in the mist from the lights of the passenger cars.
One of the passenger car's doors opened and a tall, dark-skinned man appeared in the doorway. He wore a shabby, blue conductor outfit with a bat-printed necktie, complete with a conductor cap. Some of the guests held back screams and feelings of disgust as they saw the deformation of the man's face. The man seemed to have been seriously injured. A part of his brown face was heavily burned as some flesh and bones were visible. His left eye still hung intact in its socket as it glowed a lifeless white, while the other one had melted into white goo running down his cheek. He glared at the people before him. Judging by the frightened looks on their faces, his graze went right through them. "I assume that y'all are the guests for the evening?" The burnt man asked, his voice sounded deep and raspy.
"Yes, I guess we are," A guest answered. "These tickets told us that we were invited to some sort of tour or something"
The burnt man glared deeper. Shame, I was hoping for guests with some class, but I guess these folks will do nicely. The burnt man thought.
"Greetings, folks. The name is Mr. Winston, but the middle "N" is silent. From what you may have noticed, I am one of the conductors of The Northern Spirit. Because your tour guide is still getting ready, I will be taking care of you for the moment. Right now, I want you all to take a seat in the waiting area, as the tour begins there. But first, I'll be needed those tickets of yours." He stepped out of the doorway and gestured inside.
Despite even warning in their bodies, the guests still decided to climb on board. They handled the conductor their tickets and headed into the seating room. When they entered the area, They were amazed at what they saw. The interior was decorated in a shade of purple and green. From the purple roof and seats to the green fringes around the window, and the green carpet that ran down the aisle. The walls were clothed with purple wallpaper, that was painted with yellow eyes, which blinked and narrowed as the guests entered. The only thing that wasn't purple or green was the golden, dim-lighted chandelier which swung softly in the dead-still air.
The guests were so fixated on the interior,...
