This is where the nightmares had started and why they continued.
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The train had long since driven on, and hadn't returned in years. Nothing but the ghost of its tracks remained behind. Janet walked down the side of the tracks, the gravel crunching underneath her feet. She hadn't known why she returned, except she remembered this was the place she saw them first.
She sighed deeply and shuddered. The kept her eyes forward on the city up ahead, refusing to look down.
A soft creak broke her thoughts. No, it couldn't be. He couldn't still be here
She turned her head and looked into the distance. It was an old house, the type you usually would see out by these old train tracks. It nearly blended in with the dust and the dirt. She felt hot underneath her wind breaker. He was waiting for her.
She stepped away from the tracks and walked towards the vision. It was her cosmic calling and time she faced him.
The wind picked up as she walked. A wind that seemed to urge her to go back. To turn away.
It was the same wind she felt when she was seven. Playing with her friends. A game of tag. A flash of something metal on the ground. A hidden pocket watch under the old wooden train tracks that made her stop. The memory flashed before her eyes like a piercing needle in her mind. And when she knelt down...
...Janet tore herself back to the present. The house was closer now. Clearer. She could see him on the wide porch, rocking back and forth. He stopped. Stood. Ready to face her.
...at that time, when she knelt to pick up the watch, she screamed. A terrorizing scream that filled the air. Yet no one else saw. When her friends ran forward, they didn't see what she did....
The steps to the house were broken and torn up. The weeds from a dying vegetable garden clung to the sides of its walls. If she looked, she could see underneath, but she kept her eyes forward. When she got closer, she noticed his eyes. They were the same. Those eyes that had nothing inside them. The eyes of someone not even human. The hatred. The evil. He was the reason she saw those bodies under the tracks.
And why no one else did.
At least, not until they searched the house at the end of the tracks.