Tour Guide From the Underworld

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I awoke at 10:30 at night in a cold sweat. I grabbed clothes from the hamper, and threw them on. I walked down the dead end street, and cut through the woods. I hesitantly approached the abandoned train tracks.

I gasped as I heard the mournful sigh of the train whistle, and saw the blood-red headlights illuminate the tracks. “There hasn’t been a train around here in at least six years,” I thought to myself. “I’m not sure what I’m even doing here.”

The conductor signaled me onto the train. “I don’t have any money for my fare.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re paid in full,” he replied.

A couple minutes later, a lady came around to collect tickets.

“I don’t have a ticket.”

“Stay still.” The unnaturally tall woman with birdlike legs took a cross, and held it up against my chest.

“What are you doing?” I shrieked. My heart was pounding.

“I’m scanning your soul,” she replied, “Good to go.”

I looked out the window, and noticed that the train was heading for a huge ravine. The tracks seemed to slope downward.

The temperature rose as we approached the ravine. I looked around. None of the other passengers seemed concerned.

I screamed as the train made its downward descent.

A bearded passenger wearing a cowboy cat, and spectacles, looked my way. “Honey, you’re not going to die, but you’ll wish you were dead!”

I glanced out the window, and saw searing flames on both sides.

“First stop, Avici Hell!” the conductor shouted.

I was escorted off the platform, and led to an iron wall that was eight million miles wide, and one million miles tall. I watched through a hole in the wall as fiery snakes, and dogs made out of iron, ran across the perimeter. I cringed as one of the damned souls was strapped into an iron bed covered in spikes.

I nearly fainted as huge iron eagles chased down my boyfriend, attempting to pluck out his eyes.

I screamed as an enormous iron boa-constrictor curled around his neck.

The scrawny, pale-looking passenger with pits in her face, and missing teeth, put her arm around me. “I nearly went insane my first time. You’ll get used to it,” she said, “This is probably the worst part.”

I squeezed my eyes shut as I witnessed the souls of the damned having their tongues pulled out with iron tongs, and molten metal poured into their mouths.

The conductor kept pinching me, forcing me to watch.

I cringed as I watched my boyfriend being attacked by iron foxes, saws, hammers, pans, ropes, donkeys, horses, and bowling balls.

I was being revived with smelling salts as the conductor announced the next stop.

“Not the Black Rope Hell!” the bald, heavyset passenger groaned.

“There’s more than one hell?” I asked him.

“Only for the suicides. They must experience every realm of suffering,” he replied.

I was too deep in shock to notice my boyfriend having his intestines pulled out by demons. He was forced to drink molten copper.

The next stop resembled a fiery desert full of enormous sandworms.

“If you look out your window to the left,” the conductor giggled, “You’ll see the Burning Hell of Stringlike Worms. This place is mainly for people who have an improper attitude towards sex. Shall we make a quick stop?”

I almost vomited as I watched demons stuff tiny sandworms up the anus of sinners. A few minutes later, the worms chewed their way out of the sinner’s heads.

“Next stop, Diamond Beak Hornet Hell!” the conductor announced. “Please exit to the left for your own protection.”

We stepped off the platform, and into a huge, abandoned beehive. We watched as huge hornets sucked out the blood of the sinners, and then feasted on their flesh.

“Welcome to the Fire-Jar Hell!” the conductor announced. “This is where perverts end up.”

We watched in horror as men, and women were scorched with fire in the genitals.

The next stop was announced by the screams of the damned.

I was forced to watch as enormous snakes burrowed into my boyfriend’s stomach to nest.

“Last stop Hekija Hell!” the conductor announced.

“What’s going on here?!” I shouted hysterically.

“I’ll handle this,” said the bearded passenger wearing spectacles, and a cowboy hat. “This is your punishment for causing your boyfriend’s suicide. You must ride the ghost train every night, and witness his torment in hell.”

The conductor led me off the platform to Hekija Hell. I was forced to watch as huge demons dipped the sinners into sauce, and bit their heads off.

I sobbed as I witnessed my boyfriend being boiled in an enormous pot full of worms. Then he was escorted into a jungle full of sword blades, and his limbs were badly mangled.

The conductor dropped me off at the abandoned railroad tracks near the woods. “See you tomorrow night!” he grinned.

“What if I don’t want to come back?!” I replied.

The conductor winked at me. “You don’t have a choice; the curse has been branded into your soul!”

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Published by Madame Hellshadow and friends

I have several short stories, and poems published. I am from Cleveland, Ohio. I keep myself occupied with creative projects. Art is the spice of life!!!

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