(I don't like venting much/often because I don't want anyone to get weighed because of me. So I decided to make some writing off of my vents because I don't like talking to my family about my feelings and I don't like weighing you guys down. So yeah, I'm just gonna make short stories based off my nightmares and feelings)

Mr. Hall sighed as he waited for a train to come. It was cold and snowy, he felt like he had been waiting for the train for hours. He wasn't alone, there was an old man, a prostitute, a teenage drug-addict, and a scary-looking doctor with him. It wasn't uncommon to see such a strange mix. The city he lived in was shit, everything here was awful. He was surprised nobody had stabbed him yet.

Suddenly a screech snatched him out of his thoughts, making his heart jump a little as he saw the train stop. Everyone got onto the train and the train took off. It sucked that his home was in a town miles away from the city where his work is, but you gotta do what you gotta do. He worked as a technician at a big corporation in the city, the job was okay for a good few years but his boss was replaced by some narcissistic asshole because he had died from lung cancer.

Mr. Hall walked around in circles as he thought about his life choices. He was anxious and he had to wait until Wednesday to see his therapist. The drug-addict looked up at him and tilted her head.

"Something wrong, old man?" She asked.

"I'm not old I'm only 29..." Mr.Hall rolled his eyes, " I just really don't like trains, something about them drives me mad."

"Why not take a car?"

"The city is too far away from my home, I wouldn't get there in time," He answered, tapping his foot as he looked out the window.

The snow turned into heavy rain and the sky was pitch black, that isn't a good sign.

The train stopped and the old man and drug-addict got off. Mr.Hall felt his heart thump as he watched them go, nothing is going to happen. Why is he being this?

"Good luck!" The drug-addict laughed as the door closed.

Mr.Hall frowned as he paced around some more. He felt like some was wrong, he felt like he was gonna puke. The doctor looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Sir...are you absolutely sure that you're okay? You seem pale," he asked, his voice was surprisingly calm, quiet, and soft.

"I'm fine, doc," Mr.Hall said before stepped outside of the cart to puke.

He wiped his mouth and took deep breaths. He went back inside and sat down. He groaned as he rubbed his aching head. The loud thunder was no help for his anxiety. He didn't even realize that the prostitute and doctor wasn't in the cart that he was in. Once he realized, he went into the other cart to see that the prostitute was gone but the creepy
British doctor was still there.

"What happened to the brunette?" Mr.Hall asked as he sat down.

"I assume she went to the last cart to smoke. I told her that it probably wasn't a good idea for a gorgeous woman like her to damage her lungs, but she just told me to fuck off," The doctor said.

Mr.Hall just stared and nodded at him.

'I wouldn't blame her, creep...' He thought.

"You know it's rather rude to think such thoughts," the doctor smirked.

At that point Mr. Hall just got up and left the cart. He made his way to the back cart, only to find a the prostitute dead, green liquid mixed with her blood that was coming out of her mouth. That sick feeling suddenly came back.

Mr.Hall yelped when he felt a sharp needle go in his neck, he knew that it was the doctor that had done this.

The train stopped at his town and he got off of it to chase the doctor. Sadly, the doctor disappeared. Mr. Hall began to hallucinate.

"What the- I gotta get to the fucking hospital!" Mr.Hall began stumbling his way to the hospital.

He felt dizzy and everything was spinning. He started to see some weird and scary shit. He looked at his hands and it looked like they were decaying as worms wiggling out of them. He cried out as he tried to get them off. The ground became squishy and red as if it was made out of grinded human meat.

Mr.Hall was panicking as he cried out for help. Thank God someone came. It was Mr.Hall's neighbor, who looked very concerned. Mr.Hall asked for his help, he had been drugged. When the hallucinating man look up at his neighbor, he screamed. Her chest looked like it had been ripped open and her face looked like someone sucked the life out of it.

The neighbor called 911 and had the police take him to the hospital to get some help. Mr.Hall ended up in an asylum while the doctor continues to go around and cause trouble for the shitty state.

I wouldn't blame you if you thought that it was weird. I will use these stories as a way to cope so expect weird things to come.