After the train crash, I was lying on the floor, mostly unharmed, with a piece of metal pointed towards my right eye. I was in shock and my body felt numb, yet I could feel a strange presence in the air. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t respond. Suddenly, I heard a faint whisper in my ear, “That metal will be the death of you.” I froze in fear, unable to comprehend what was happening.
The whispers kept coming, each one more horrifying than the last. I could feel a cold chill run down my spine as the voices grew louder and more menacing. I knew I had to get away, but I was too scared to move. My body started to tremble and my heart raced as I felt something grab my neck from behind. I was too scared to turn around and see what it was.
I managed to break free and ran as fast as I could, but I could still hear the whispers following me. I felt my body tense up and my breathing become shallow as I heard the voice getting closer. I could feel the cold metal of the piece of metal pointed towards my right eye brush against my skin. I was sure I was going to die.
Suddenly, the whispers stopped and I felt a strange calm wash over me. I opened my eyes and saw that I was back in the train crash, but this time I was unharmed. I looked around and noticed that everyone else had vanished. I was alone.
I slowly stood up and started walking towards the nearest exit. As I walked, I noticed that my body had developed a nervous tic; I was blinking twice in rapid succession, stretching my fingers, and jerking my head forward by an inch or two whenever I felt stressed. I knew that these tics were the result of the horrific experience I had just endured.
I never told anyone about the whispers I heard that day. I never told anyone about the metal pointed towards my right eye. I never told anyone about the strange presence in the air. I just kept walking, never looking back.