Jane sat on the EL
train waiting patiently for her stop to arrive. She’d set her iPhone to her
favorite Pandora station and was just there, in the moment of herself. She
happened to look over to her left and across the train aisle was a young man,
giving her the eye. Normally Jane didn’t like getting ogled but this young man
was pretty attractive. She caught herself wishing that he would come over and
talk to her.
She imagined them
together on a beach in Mexico. Maybe three years into their relationship. They
were basking the glow of the sex they just had in the hotel room and the hot
Mexican sun. She thought that would be pretty romantic. She had a feeling this
young man was probably all about the romantic getaway. She looked up from the
next song playing on her iPhone and the young man had moved closer to her. He
was squarely checking her out. Jane flipped her blonde hair off her shoulder in
a flirty way. A way that normally gets a guys attention but women deny doing
because that would make them seem weak somehow.
She looked at the
man again and was impressed by his rather chiseled features and yet boyish
charm. He stood up and walked toward her and sat next to her. Jane felt a wave
of mild panic and exuberance come over her as this hot piece of man meat sat
next to her. She turned to face him and smiled.
“Hi, I’m Cecil”, he
said.
Jane was about to introduce
herself in a confident and firm sort of, “I’m not going to screw you on the first
date, but maybe I will”, sort of way when she got the full Cecil picture. His
mouth was full of blood. His teeth were rotting and bleeding quite badly.
“Oh, your teeth?
Are you okay? They’re bleeding”, said Jane instead of introducing herself.
“I know”, said
Cecil, “We can’t all be perfect now can we”.
Jane shifted in her
seat and looked away. There was a smell now, a rotting, festering odor rising
from Cecil.
“I saw you checking
me out and I was checking you out”, continued Cecil.
“That’s nice”, said
Jane.
“I was hoping you
and I could maybe get to know each other”, said Cecil as he put his arm around
the metal handle of the train seat behind Jane. She could feel the coldness of
his arm near her neck.
Jane pushed herself
against the train car side wall and the window to get away from Cecil’s reach. She
wondered why she ever even left the house sometimes. She always winded up
meeting some weirdo somewhere, why should this train ride be any different.
“Have you ever seen
blood in the moonlight”, asked Cecil.
Jane looked down
and then reminded herself to be a confident, strong woman of the 2000’s.
“Please don’t talk
to me anymore. I’m not interested. I’m sorry if you got the wrong idea”, said
Jane.
“It’s too late
baby. Where we’re going, it’s too late”, said Cecil.
Jane tried to get
up but the train car floor came to life. It looked like chocolate milk with
curdled cottage cheese and its tendrils wrapped around Jane’s ankles. It pulled
her backwards into her seat as Cecil leaned in for a kiss.
Jane struggled and
her iPhone dropped into the murky brownness of the EL car floor and it
vanished. She tried to scream but Cecil clamped his smelly rotten hand over her
mouth. No one else on the train car seemed to notice what was happening. She
felt her breath leaving her and she tried to remain calm. She was a strong,
confident woman of the 2000’s after all.
“Please Jane. Stop.
It’s time for us to be together”, whispered Cecil in Jane’s ear.
She turned her head
toward him and he smiled, blood drenched teeth now wiggling with what looked
like maggots. Jane shut her eyes and moaned like a child denied a balloon. The
sobs were panicked and heavy, as if crying through a wet blanket.
“Next stop is
Belmont”, said Cecil, “that’s where we get off”.
Jane popped awake
as if lightening has struck her. Don’t Fear the Reaper was playing on her
iPhone in her ears. The train car was still except for the ruffle of
newspapers. There was no Cecil or chocolate tendrils. It was just a dream.
Just a dream. She nodded off on the train, that's all. Jane sighed with relief.
The PA system
announced the next stop. Jane looked up curiously. Usually it’s Logan Square
but Jane was pretty sure the announcement said Hell. Next stop Hell. Doors open
to the right at Hell.