MY LAST STOP, FOLLOWING THE COFFEE TRAIL

The arrival of the Christmas holidays was a cause for despair, worry and boredom, the mere thought of visiting grandma in that cold city, broke the whole celebration of December and Christmas Eve, actually I do not remember when was the last time I managed to enjoy it.

It seems somewhat paradoxical that a 15 year old young man would think that, but it is the truth and it shows how I feel. I tell you my story, my grandmother is 60 years old and a little more than 3 years ago she was widowed, but since I have sense, we spend Christmas with her, which means that the fun is lost, the only fun I remember is to enjoy her rich freshly ground coffee, with those special essences that she adds that undoubtedly gives it a unique flavor and more when we usually accompany it with a rich bread milk, are special evenings, otherwise everything becomes sadness and cold.

However, everything would be about to change, last Christmas and although I asked my parents not to take me, that was not an option for them, so between displeasure I packed my things and although I had no sense for me to travel, I decided to enjoy the trip on that old train, where the smell of rust was present.

So we started our journey, it is a little after 6 pm and we must travel a little over 12 hours to reach our destination, only the reading of that old book by Richard Mathenson, called the infernal house was what distracted my mind.

Suddenly, as midnight approached the interior of the old train was covered with a thick cloud that prevented us from seeing each other with the naked eye, so the screams began to appear and people were filled with despair, suddenly a deep silence is heard and at the same time the thick cloud cover, descends rapidly, and you can see the whole space and now in this old train I am alone, accompanied by large blood marks found in the aisles, as well as scratches on the walls and paint the train, I'm not sure what happened.

I have only one thing left to do, look for my parents who also disappeared, that is my first choice, I need to follow the blood trail, so I have passed car after car and suddenly eureka,, I have seen the first person after the incident, I approach slowly and a big surprise I have taken, the driver of the train is stuck to one of the walls, without eyes and the fingers of the hands brutally pulled out, my heart accelerated uncontrollably and tears fell on my face uncontrollably.

And in a matter of seconds, I was now on an old, out-of-control, driverless runaway train , which gradually increased in speed, making me feel that this old thing would come off the rails and end my short life.

Although the fear was already in my bones, I need to keep moving forward, if I'm not mistaken there are only two cars to go, so I filled myself with courage to move forward, however, this was exhausted very quickly when I could not open the next door, suddenly I remembered the driver I had left behind, I decided to go back and check in his right pocket, unfortunately, there was one of his eyes all full of blood, I continued my search until I got the keys in one of the pockets of his coat.

When I opened the door, I could only observe darkness and at the end a small light coming from a lamppost that radiated to pieces of cardboard, I approached slowly and I could observe a message that said, assemble the puzzle box,, what an absurd and terrifying game since the pieces of the box were covered with blood, however, I followed the instructions and at the end of the work a great message came to light and it said, get to the cellar door of the grandmother.

Without understanding what was going on, I was able to continue the trip by checking all the cars of the train, without finding any person, and as if by magic the train stopped at my stop, I ran out of there, thinking about the strange message I had obtained.

Undoubtedly, the message made me curious, so I went straight to my grandmother's basement, the door was open and there she was, my grandmother with a bloody mouth while chewing the viscera of the corpses she had there and which she covered or embalmed with a large amount of freshly ground coffee to avoid the putrid smell they gave off.

Story based on the following selection of words:

Runaway Train, Cloud Covers, Puzzle Box, Eureka, Cellar Door, Lamppost.

1. Creative writing of a fictional nature.