||THE GHOST TRAIN|| 18+

The Stranger In My Bed

"....All I know is that to me
You look like you're havin' fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out, here I come

You spin me right 'round, baby, right 'round
Like a record, baby, right 'round, 'round, 'round
You spin me right 'round, baby, right 'round
Like a record, baby, right 'round, 'round, 'round

I want your loooooOOOoooOOOooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOve!!!!!!!!!"

"TURN IT OFF!" 

What?  I pulled out an earpiece and looked up at the source of the most karen grunt I've ever cursed my ears with. How can he hear the music-

"Oh shit," I muttered as I noticed the loose jack and immediately plugged it into my phone tighter.

"Sorry!" I whisper-yelled back. When did he arrive? I looked at the depression like bump above me. At this point, I didn't trust the sturdiness of the top bunk. If this unknown third roommate was more overweight than me, then I gotta switch places. If his body ripped through the already sunken mattress, I'm gonna be the dead hag haunting this haunted train not him. How old is this bunk bed anyway? Some of the rusted iron bars that were supposed to support the mattress above were missing.

I heard another disapproving grunt in response to my half-assed apology.

Despite my extreme tiredness, I woke up around three in the morning and I couldnt go back to sleep. Which is weird because I was more worried about sleeping through the entire decade and then wake up being thirty years old with my organs sold to the black market. When I woke up, I felt a lil clammy so I started jamming to songs on YouTube while my phone charged. I looked over at the other bottom bunk to see the pretty model fast asleep. How did she not wake up to the loud music? She didn't flip me off. Was she being polite?

Anyway, I didn't want to stay idle and let my mind wander back to the compilation of embarrassing moments I had gone through as a kid and think of the comebacks I couldve spat at every argument I had lost in the past. How about watch a horror movie right now?

I didn't have netflix at the moment sadly. Paying anything that resorted to entertainment was a pain in the ass lately, considering how tight money was for me. So I relied on my trusty crusty ad-filled free Youtube. After typing 'english horror full movie' in the search bar, I was shown a bunch of clickbait videos among which there were random erotic movies and clips with a pornish thumbnail (which also happened to be clickbait). 

I sighed.

Just somehow I need some proper something- either a sleep or a boost of energy. I was stuck in between and felt like a sloth. How about a quick shower?

I shivered. I didn't trust the blackish water in the bucket inside that toilet. That didn't mean I was gonna stay stinky. I'm sure I could get down at a stop and head over to one of those big public government toilets that have open showerheads. Showering in the open along with some other nakey women, huh? I should've bought baby wipes to clean myself instead. Why was I always so unprepared?

I guess I'll bask in my sticky-ness.

It took me a while that I wasn't breathing the way I used to breathe. This stuffiness. This musty smell of rust and wet metal. No oxygen. 

I got up. The floor below me moved as the train sped at who knows what speed. It was a little cold yet humid. I hated that feeling. Grabbing the sides of the ladder that led up to the top bunk, I peeked - the man was asleep with a blanket that tucked into his entire body. How the fuck will he breathe under that? Perhaps his back is towards me and the blanket if only open around his face. Thank god I woke up else I would've died in my sleep from asphyxiation along with these two sleepyheads.