Lose me! Hate me! Smash me! Erase me!

Oh. Cried to sleep. That explains it.

I should get some water

What..?

What just...?

I… I must be tired

I'm still sleepy, I should just. Get water. Fresh up.

I'm imagining things.

A train is not a house

A train is not a house

A train is not a house

I just need fresh air

Nothing is happening

No one is watching me

This train is not haunted

There are no ghosts

This train is not-

I'm still there

“Woah…! This is so fancy!”

“Nah, it’s just shiny. It’s a normal acoustic guitar.”

“Actually, Is that yours? Can I see it?”

“Yeah! here!”

“Oh shit. This IS fancy”

“Hehe, I wanted a pretty one”

“You should’ve gotten a lute. I mean. Would have fit the vibe better.”

“Huh? What vibe?”

“The wizard pondering the orb vibe”

“Oh, thank you!”

“So? Have you sung anything on a campfire yet? Wonderwall? Lamento Boliviano?”

“Ah, no. I’m not very good at it yet. Mr Beebo is teaching me, though!”

“That’s good. Guitar is always better taught one on one”

“I love your dress! Where did you get it?”

“Oh, it was a gift, I’m not sure where it is from…”

“It was commissioned to a designer I trust. If you wish to know you’ll have to keep it secret. All good designers are so busy these days”

“For real”

“Ah, but still! Can I take a picture? Is for my insta. I’m a bit of a fashion girlie, y’know”

“Um. Slay?”

“Yeah!!!”

“Okay, get a bit closer to the window! Yeah!”

“Amateur.”

“Yeah yeah, get a drink and let the kid have fun”

“She’s adding filters. Instagram filters”

“Mhm. A true crime against humanity, surely.”

“Thank you! You genuinely just have an aura of like, good vibes, y’know?”

“Like not even serving cunt. Serving Womb. You get it?”

“No??”

“Yeah, you get it”

“She’s taken”

“Oh, sorry dude. I’m not trying to steal your wife or whatever. She is mothering though”

“What words are you saying…?”

“No! nonononono! I’m not the one married to her! Please do not repeat that misinformation or Mari will hunt me for sport”

“She’s married to me.”

“Oh shit, I didn’t know this was the Milf train.”

“Nati, stop being a pervert”

“I’m not! Can’t girls support other girls now?”

“Wait. Is that…?”

“Natalia, you dumbass, that’s Marigold Margulis!”

“Wait, really?”

“You two are the lesbian power couple!?”

“That’s. That’s one way to describe it”

“I was wondering who else had bought tickets, but I didn’t expect it to be you!”

“Wouldn’t you rather do this travel by plane? I mean, I get this is supposed to be fancy but like, I’ve seen fancier hotels, you know?”

“It’s nice to try out new things, and my companions enjoy it”

“What about you guys? No offense but you look like the type of guys who take a backpack and just walk”

“Ah, we’ll do that once we get there! We have the whole camping gear ready!”

“We wanted to see what the fuss was all about. So, we got tickets”

“This place barely looks above medium class, though. I think we got scammed.”

(What does the medium class look like then?!)

“Aren’t you judging it too quick? It hasn’t even started moving”

“Well, yeah. If you’re paying for premium, you better get a premium experience form the get go”

“If you hate it so much you can just leave”

Ah, there it is. Nadia’s uncanny power to make people uneasy and the air a bit heavier.

“It’s- It’s not like we hate it! It’s just… not very trustworthy. Especially considering the history.”

“The history?”

“You don’t know? It’s kinda the reason why we were curious about this place in the first place”

“They say this train is haunted.”