[ IP ] Abandoned Train Tunnel

`` The trains used to come through here all the time,'' the boy said. He looked to be around eleven or so, though in truth, he had been born many decades previous. There had been a time when this tunnel was serviced by the East Valla line, but that was back in the 70s. `` I used to sit in the hidey-holes and watch them go by. All the drenner... addena...'' he stumbled for the correct word, `` excitement. It was amazing.'' 
 
 Kyrla shifted her torch from one hand to the other. `` Was n't it dangerous?'' *It must have been dangerous, * she thought to herself. *After all, he's dead. Where else but here? Even when this line was running, the trains were still fast enough to kill. * 
 
 `` Oh, of course! That's the fun! The last thing you see could be the five-twenty-eight from North Harbour Street, or you could get out completely unscathed.'' He skipped from puddle to puddle, but there were no splashes, no disturbance save from the rain. Their shape seemed to imply they were the former location of train tracks and sleepers, which had probably since been removed and recycled for scrap. `` Do you wan na go in?'' 
 
 She peered into the darkness, then shone her torch into it for good measure. A good half-minute passed, before she remembered there was no point checking for a train - they'd shut down the line ages ago. Even the tracks were nearly covered by the accumulated sediment. `` Alright,'' she shrugged. `` Might as well.'' The ghost took her hand - it certainly felt real, if a little cold. 
 
 The tunnel was fairly nondescript. There was the occasional graffiti tag - someone called `` O.W.'' had apparently frequented the place almost as often as the boy. No sooner had she stepped inside than two similarly blue auras flickered into being. One was in what she could only assume to be the hidey-hole that he'd been talking about, its figure shielded from view by a thick metal pipe. The other one was in the distance and could n't be made out; it was too far away. 
 
 The boy let go of her hand and danced around the third rail to the alcove, but looked startled, almost scared as he caught sight of the second aura. `` You? You're... O.W?'' 
 
 A gruff voice came from behind the pipe, and Kyrla advanced forward so she could see its source. It was a man in a hoodie, perhaps in his twenties, telling the boy in no uncertain terms to `` Fuck off, Jors. And do n't you tell anyone about what you saw here.'' 
 
 `` But the police need to know,'' he said, `` about your vana... vandersism!'' 
 
 The second ghost was unfazed. It screwed up its face and grabbed Jors by the shoulders. `` Listen here you little punk,'' O.W. spat. `` You're not gon na go grassing up to *anyone*, ya hear?'' The blue glows surrounding the two grew brighter, and was the one in the distance getting closer? One of O.W's lackeys, perhaps. 
 
 `` It's a crime!'' Jors shouted, as if his volume would convince him of the error of his ways. `` Put me down!'' 
 
 `` Not gon na happen, bud,'' he spat. `` If word of this gets out, there's no way they'll accept me for that senator job.'' Kyrla gasped - now she had context, she placed the face and voice immediately. Senator Owein Johnson, served in office 1977 to 1998. He'd been one of the fiercest voices to get the East Valla line shut down after -- Again, she gasped, the pieces coming together in her head. That's why the line had been shut down - some kid had apparently wandered onto the tracks, ignored the train and gotten run over. The senator had said it was `` unsafe'' and could likely cause more deaths. `` You're not getting out of here alive,'' he snarled. 
 
 The third glow was much closer now, and she could make it out as the outline of a train. She could already tell how this was going to end. `` No!'' she yelled, running towards the alcove to stop it. If either of them noticed, they did n't show it. 
 
 O.W. threw Jors onto the tracks. He had barely picked himself up when the train came rattling through the tunnel, horn blowing like an enraged bull. Its blue-hued image picked his up and sent him flying. She turned around just in time to see him impact against the steel pipe and collapse to the floor, dead. She looked back at the train - and it was upon her, filling her field of view, and -- 
 
 The three blue auras disappeared and Kyrla was left alone in the tunnel. Outside, the rain continued and the puddles were undisturbed. 
 
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