The haunted train ride is, in my opinion, something else. I went inside the tunnel, expecting a half-ass interior of badly-made cobwebs and an entourage of lame-ass scarers or zombies, like what I experienced here before. Instead, I find myself deep in the lair of Freddy Krueger.

And I fucking hate Freddy Krueger.

I shake my head in disbelief. When did this rundown attraction even get renovated and why didn't the news reach me?

"Oh no," I mumble to myself as the familiar nursery rhyme from the movie starts playing in the enclosed area. I'm not usually a scaredy cat, I can take Michael Myers or Jason Voorhees any day, just not this burned, ugly fuck-face. "Oh no..."

Red LED lights then start flickering here and there, accentuating the metal bars with razor marks around us. "No, no, no."

And just like that, the screaming begins from the people seated at the front of the train. I didn't even realize that I had move a bit closer to Justin until our thighs touch. Oh wow, he has sexy thighs.

A moment later, I finally understand why the other people are screaming so loud when someone grabs my arm out of nowhere and tries to pull me out of the train. "What the f—ahhhh! Let go of me!"

"Welcome to prime time, bitch," some fucker dressed as Freddy sneers at me, still pulling on my arm. I am very much ready to throw hands, but Justin beat me to it.

"Don't touch the lady, man," he says to Freddy in a stern voice, "you're hurting her."

It is a good thing that Freddy listened to him and let go of my arm. However, not long after, another person dressed like the mass murderer appears on my side, pulling on my feet this time. "Just stop... my sandals will fall off!"

Justin suddenly puts his mouth near my ear and whispers, "come closer to me, miss. I'll ward them off of you."

If he says closer, then I'll come closer, alright. As a shameless, opportunistic bitch, I take this opportunity with open arms, literally. Without wasting another second, I wrap my arms around his thin waist and bury my head in his chest. Oh wow, he smells nice.

I could tell that he was taken aback by my actions. The poor boy freezes for a moment but eventually — and shyly — puts his arm around my shoulders, too.

And as countless Freddy Kruegers try to scare us from both sides of the train, all I can think about is how I don't want the ride to end.

Mom, I think he's the one.

End of 'The Train'

Author's Note:

Lili is turning out to be a dumb bitch, huh? Hahahaha. Writing this fic truly cracks me up. 😂😂😂

Alaska