Strangeness On A Train

Vonbon Hill

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29-11-2024

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The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels on the tracks, the hushed murmur of conversations, the occasional burst of laughter – these are the usual sounds of my daily commute. But this morning was different. This morning, the mundane transformed into the utterly bizarre.

A Scene Unfolding

It began subtly. A woman in a bright yellow raincoat, seemingly oblivious to everyone around her, was humming an opera aria at the top of her lungs. Not quietly humming, mind you, but a full-throated, vibrato-laden performance that filled the carriage. Initially, I attributed it to eccentricity. We all have our quirks, right?

Then came the pigeons. Not just one or two, but a veritable flock of pigeons, seemingly materializing from thin air, had invaded the train. They weren't your typical city pigeons either; these were remarkably plump, almost grotesquely so, with feathers of an iridescent, almost unnatural blue. They hopped freely around the feet of bewildered passengers, pecking at discarded newspapers with an almost aggressive determination.

The Unraveling Mystery (Sort Of)

The opera-singing woman, meanwhile, continued her performance, seemingly unfazed by the avian invasion. A few passengers chuckled nervously, others exchanged bewildered glances. A young man attempted to shoo away the pigeons, but they simply ignored him, continuing their strange, almost ritualistic pecking.

The strangeness escalated. The train, which had been steadily moving, abruptly came to a halt between stations. The announcement system sputtered to life, crackling with static before delivering a message that was unintelligible, a jumble of seemingly random words and phrases.

And then, as quickly as it began, the strangeness ended. The pigeons vanished. The woman stopped singing, her face devoid of any emotion. The train lurched forward, resuming its journey as if nothing unusual had occurred.

The Lingering Question

The rest of my journey passed without incident. I got off the train, walked to the office, and settled into my routine. Yet, the memory of the bizarre events of that morning lingered. Was it a collective hallucination? A bizarre prank? A fleeting glitch in the fabric of reality?

I've searched for news reports, social media mentions – anything to corroborate my experience. Nothing. It's as if that strange morning never happened. And perhaps, that's the strangest part of all. The silence, the lack of explanation, is far more unsettling than the unusual events themselves. It leaves me with more questions than answers, and a lingering feeling that something profoundly strange occurred on that train. Something I might never fully understand.