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| "Underground" by Jonathan Hoitinga |
| Darkness fills the air, which is thick with silence. As I wait for the doors to close I feel my heart pounding in my chest, wondering if I should board the train or stay on the lonely platform. What evil awaits through each choice I make I cannot say, but I must choose fast. The howling wind rushing through the tunnel would surely chill me to the bone if it was not hot and dense, like the devils breath. Panic begins to set in as the doors announce their impending closure and my mind is racing. I look at the information board above my head - three minutes to the next train. A lot can happen in three minutes as I wait alone. The doors close and the train leaves the station, I feel abandoned and lost. I am now alone and must wait - my fate is sealed. Footsteps echo from afar and I wonder what demon is making its way towards me, I must escape. Two minutes to go - a lifetime on the underground. |