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Art by Kawaideska
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Train of Depravity
by the Phantom Pervert
DEMON TRAIN OF DEPRAVITY
Sadie Ganett’s boot collided with the corroded
iron rail. The rail failed to shudder with the impact, but several
flakes of rust scattered when the sole of her boot scuffed over the
surface. This tunnel had seen better days, that was for damn sure.
No one wanted this case. That was why they had shoved it off on her.
It was supposed to be quiet...nothing too interesting and
almost certainly bogus. The urban legend had it that this was the
site of a yearly supernatural phenomenon—known to locals only as
the ‘Demon Train’.
According to the tale, this supposed train appeared every year on
October 31st. It was always punctual, arriving exactly thirteen
minutes after midnight. It appeared on the tracks to sweep away
unwary individuals teetering too close to the edge. Of course, in
Sadie’s mind, whoever was traipsing around an abandoned subway
platform after midnight in the first place deserved to be abducted by
a demonic entity. But that was just her opinion.
Needless to say, the list of victims was less than phenomenal. Up
until this point the missing had consisted largely of the homeless;
the sheer number of which made it nearly impossible to keep track of.
People without ID’s tended to slip through the cracks. It didn’t
help that no one in Arkadia City seemed to care until a young blonde
college student had vanished, stumbling down into the abandoned
subway on a dare. As expected, the official police report had filed
the nineteen year old college freshman as a missing person. But the
Paranormal Defense Agency had more than enough reason to suspect that
the unfortunate victim was an apparent sacrifice for a demonic
That was, of course, assuming the rumors held any ground. The legend
had been circulating for fifty years, ever since a group of cultists
crashed a train as part of some mass sacrifice to their eldritch god.
Such gods were not known for being benevolent, from what little Sadie
had read about them. It was probably a load of bullshit anyway...the
train had crashed, but the newspapers blamed a malfunction with the
wires. Even so, everyone aboard had died on that fateful Halloween
night—the date of the accident no doubt helping to fuel rumors of
When Chief Sova had plopped this case on her desk, Sadie already knew
of a thousand better ways to spend her night. Her partner, Vera Aria,
had been particularly vocal about not wanting to waste her Halloween
trudging around the subway in hopes of finding a phantom train. Their
last three cases had turned up nothing, and Vera—always eager for
excitement and danger—was getting disillusioned. Heck, Vera hadn’t
even bothered to show up—leaving Sadie to handle the case alone!
Sadie continued walking down the dark, empty tunnel. She frowned at
the thought of spending Halloween alone, waiting for a train that
would never show. She was going to call it quits at 12:14 and maybe
she would make it to the tail end of the party she had been forced to
cancel on. She hated that her job often kept her working on holidays,
but it was a hazard of the trade.
She was getting closer to the alleged hot spot, where the train was
rumored to appear. Sadie lingered in the tunnel, trying to keep
herself from leaning against the filthy, slimy walls. Her thoughts
lingered on what she would wear to the party once she got off work.
The wind moaned as it buffeted the walls of the tunnel, howling as it
passed by the wide cavernous mouth. At first Sadie was startled,
wondering how there could be wind down in the subway. But then she
remembered the tunnel map, recalling that the subway led to an
outside track not far ahead.
Sadie glanced down at her smart watch, waiting for the time to pass
from 12:12 to 12:13. Only one more minute, and then this ridiculous
excursion would be over. Maybe she wouldn’t even go to the
Halloween party. Maybe she’d just go home, pop a bowl of soup into
the microwave and turn on a scary movie...