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Step into the blue train, and buckle in.  The cart creeks, and rocks on the old rusty trails.  Everything that makes up the cart is blue, all the way down to the screws, and belt straps.  I look up, and the sky is within mid day.  A nostalgic wooden sign says "Seafarer's Fare", and underneath that a circle button sign reading "EternalBlueMemory". A man stands up in the front.  He wears a top hat made of old blue tattered silk. He had a very well trimmed mustache, and his teeth were perfect.  His blue suit was as clean as a restaurant's kitchen on inspection day.  "Welcome ladies and gents.  The ride you are about to enter is one of uniqueness.  It has the strangest things that you will ever see.  So buckle up and enjoy the ride." He took off his top hat revealing his black slicked back hair, and took his seat in the front cart.

             The cart grumbled and then took off up the slope through the tunnel with the two signs above it.  Darkness fell upon the train, and nobody moved.  I moved from side to side trying to catch a view of what was to come.  I can't see anything.  Suddenly, the lights turn on, and we are in a room, and its full of blue wool blankets.  All of them hanging from the ceiling as if someone was trying to dry them in the windy fresh air.  There is no wind, and there is nobody around.  "Please, take a look." the man with the top hat said.  I looked out the window as the train moved very slow through the display.  Wool blankets hanging down everywhere, but what is that? There is a girl, but who is she? What is she doing?  Tears were running down her cheeks, and her hair matted.  A single hanging light reflects down upon her. Her clothes were of nice quality, but dirt and whatever else cover her from head to toe.  She is rocking back and forth, back and forth. Just crying. "What is she doing!?" I screamed at the man.  He just look at me with the most clever little grimace. With a black leathery gloved finger he points back at the girl.  I turn my head, and I watch as the girl continues to sway back and forth with tears flowing down her cheeks.  Then she just stops suddenly, and slowly moves her head in my direction.  I can feel a fear running through me that I have never felt.  I back up from the window, and watch at a distance.  She reaches her dirty arm behind her, and pulls out a chefs knife.  She pulls it in front of her slowly never taking her swelling eyes off from me.  Holding the knife parrallel to her eyes and pointing it at me...she says something, but I can't make it out.  "What is she saying!!?" I scream at the man. Nothing, he just stares at me grimacing.  With a black leathery finger he points back at the girl.  I turn my head, and put my face so close to the window that my breath steams the glass.  She was still pointing the knife at me saying something.  Then as if she was a machine, she with great swiftness, plunged the knife into her throat.  I recoil in fear, and the man with the top hat guffaws.  My face is crumpled in shock, as I watch the girl fall onto her side, and the knife handle sticking out of her throat. 

              I sit back into my seat, just staring at the man.  Not knowing what just really happened. "Was that real!?" I screamed.  "Oh, Dusty it is real my friend." he replied. "But the ride has just begun my friend, please do buckle up." I look out the window one last time, and all the wool blankets were now on the floor folded up nicely.  The train moves on.  Faster, and faster it moves up and down the tracks.  The man with the top hat just sits, and observes.  "On to the next gallery", he says.  The lights fly open, and I see a room with a lot of different posters on the wall.  All of them have a different car on them.  Dodges, Fords, Chryslers, Buicks  you name one, and I am sure there was a poster there.  "Please do, have a look see, " the man said as he put on his top hat.  I look out the window, and I see a red velvet couch.  There is a woman sitting on that couch, and there are model cars everywhere.  She is knitting, or crocheting something I couldn't really tell.  There is a lamp, that needs to be dusted, and a old model tv playing some random John Wayne movie.  All over the floor is Globe magazines, and empty cans of raviolli.  She is smoking, and there is this gigantic plume of smoke all over the room.  A man walks in, and hands her more cigaretts, and more and more.. she just adds them to this pile that she has next to her.  She turns her head, and looks right at me.  Again, I feel this sliver of pain insert itself into my neck.  She says something, but I can't seem to hear.  I look at the man with the top hat.  He is peering at me as if he is trying to look over a pair of sunglasses.  With a black leathery gloved finger he points.  I look back at the lady, and she is crocheting as fast as her little fingers can crochet.  The whole time she is crocheting she is staring into my eyes.  "What is she saying?", I ask myself.  She never looks down to see what it is that she is crocheting.  Finally she stops, and looks around the room.  Stands up, and hangs what she just made on the wall next to the posters of all the cars.  It was an automobile.  "She crocheted a car?".  She starts laughing, and pointing towards the train at me.  From the corner of the room, the man who gave her the cigaretts earlier rips the tv from the wall, and is holding it over the old laughing woman.  "NO, STOP HIM!", but the man with the hat does nothing.   He just points.  Looking throught the glass with my nose pressed upon it I watch as this man crushes this womans head with so much force it breaks her neck.  Her head swivels behind  her onto her back. She then falls to the floor dead.  The man who killed her then picks up the tv, and places it back upon the table from where he got it.  He then picked up some windex, and tore what the woman had made down from the wall, and wiped off all the blood from the tv, as if nothing had even happened.  Then all the posters fall from their perch, and glide down to the floor like a bunch of loose feathers.  "Only one more gallery to go.  I hope you are having a frightful time." the man with the top hat said, as he took off his hat to prepare for the train to move. 

             Darkness falls on the train again. Faster and faster it moves.  Up, and down, here and there. Finally, it came to a hault.  The man with the top hat lept to his feet, and replaced his hat upon his head.  I look out the window, and there are blue wool blankets everywhere.  There are belts everwhere.  There are car posters everwhere.  It was just some massivly cluttered room.  There were piles of papers everywhere. All of them had pictures of cars on them.   Belts lay in piles everywhere.  "Please do, have a look" the man with the top hat said.  I look out the window, and I see all that stuff in this room.  I don't see any people though.  " I don't see anything!", The man with the top hat took off his hat.  He took off his black leathery glove.  "There", and he pointed into the room.  Amongst all the piles of papers, and belts, and blue woolen blankets something was moving in the corner.   The papers fluttered in the corner. "Someone is in there!" I shouted.  A man emerged.  His hair black, and his face red.  All over his body he had belt buckels.  Belt straps wrapped around all of his limbs.  The man cleared away all of the debris from him to reveal an old procelian tub complete with claw feet.  Its resovoir a rusty brown from all the thousands of baths that had been taken in it.  The man does nothing, he just stares at me.  He doesn't move.  He starts to say something.  I can't hear it. The glass of the train is to thick.  I stand up from my seat within the train, and I kick a hole through the window so I can hear.  " What are you saying!!?" I scream out.  Suddenly more papers start to move, and the girl I had seen in the beginning emerges from a pile of car posters.  She meets up with the belt man.  In another corner , a pile of belts starts to move.  The old crocheting lady, and the man holding the television emerge.  Together they walk closer to the train.  Closer, closer, closer yet.  I start to panic, I don't know what to do.  The all come right up to the train window that I had broken.  Their faces glazed over, and all smiling this evil smile.  "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?" The man with the belts all over him starts to laugh tremendously.  So does the girl with the knife sticking out of her throat.  The old lady, and the man with the tv both join in too.  All of a sudden they all stop, and the man with the belts all over him says" Don't you see Dusty, I had to buy a new belt!!"  I freak out, and I again recoil in fear.  I feel goosebumps all over my body. The man with the top hat runs over to me and starts shaking me. 

                  "Sir, sir..........................sir........sir...wake up.....sir", the mans voice turns into a womans.  I open my eyes, and I am on a public train.  I have glass all over me, and the train stuart is trying to wake me.  Sir, you are in need of medical attention."  "Where am I ?" I asked.  " You are on a public trans train headed towards Norfolk sir.  You kicked in the window when  you were having your attack, and now you are bleeding really bad.  Units are on their way to bring you to the local hospital for cuts and bleeding." I look around the train, and all the passengers are clearly scared.  No one was reading the paper.  No one was looking ahead.  Everyone was looking to see what was going on with me.   The train stops, and emts storm the cabin of the train.  The put me on a breathing machine, and raise me onto a stretcher.  "Are we clear?" one of them asked the other.  "Clear, move ahead". They wheel me out of the train, and they bring me and raise me into the back of the ambulance.   Before they close the doors, a man walks into my view.  He smiles, and replaces his top hat onto his head.  With a black leathery finger he points.............and the doors close, and darkness falls once again.