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"I'm not riding it," the voice on the recording gasped, now sounding distorted, as if its throat were made of copper piping. "It’s riding me."

A cold draft swept through the room, smelling of ozone and ancient grease. Elias looked at the reflection in his darkened monitor. Behind him, the wall of his office wasn't drywall anymore. It was flickering yellow light, dirty linoleum, and a row of scratched plexiglass windows. Train Molester.m4a - Google Drive

The door at the end of the car creaked open. Something tall, draped in a conductor’s uniform that hung off a frame of rusted rebar and wire, stepped into the light. It didn't have a face—just a speaker grill where a mouth should be. "I'm not riding it," the voice on the

The train plunged into a tunnel, and the recording cut to static. Behind him, the wall of his office wasn't drywall anymore

From the speaker came the sound of Elias’s own voice, recorded only seconds ago: "Give me a story."