Shadows and blood red eyes

- Well, folks, here I am again with a new story! This time, however, not an Ff, but something based on true events.
The main character is BlueDragonKay, a 16-year-old, completely normal girl ("normal"?) Who wants to visit her friend, who lives near Düsseldorf, and takes the train there. (In other words, yours truly.)
So here you will find out now (if anyone has come here at all) what can happen on such a trip or what happened to me. Don't be surprised if it sounds a bit strange at times, I usually don't write from the first-person perspective.
Have fun, your Kay

Chapter 1: How It All Began ...

I put my bag down and yawned extensively. I was pretty tired. What did you have to get up so early for such a train ride? I was not only tired, but also hungry (I hadn't had breakfast because I could sleep longer then[...]) and thirsty and ... um ... oh yes: bored.So, I looked around and combed some hair behind my ear with my right hand. Everywhere on the other tracks there were other people waiting for their train and several twilight or non-twilight figures, mostly in groups, sat on the floor. Some glanced briefly in my direction when I glanced at them.
One of those few was completely wrapped in a black coat. When my eyes touched him, he lifted his head.
And my eyes wandered on ...
Wait a moment! Red eyes? (Author's note: I'm kind of straying from reality, right?)
Immediately I looked back to where he had stood, but he was gone. Was that just my imagination?
At some point (25 minutes later to be precise) the train that was supposed to take me to Cologne came. As he rushed past me, I tried to make out the inmates, but had little success. All I saw was my own reflection.
And a large shadow looming behind it.I spun around in a flash, but only to see that there was nothing behind me but a concrete wall.
Was that just imagination again? But I didn't have that feeling. Something went very differently here than it should (especially the course my story seems to take ...) and was good for me, as I was to find out later.
But first of all, I lifted my large shoulder bag, from which my (cool and much too heavy) inline skates were dangling, and slipped my backpack rightly. Then I got on the train, turned right and was surprised to find that it was a train with small compartments. But if I thought about it, I couldn't care less. I wouldn't get a seat in a compartment anyway. So I roamed this and the next wagon without, just like I suspected, finding a free seat.
Then I reached another compartment, to my relief the good old one again, in which the seats were placed to the left and right of the aisle, just as I was used to from the provincial nest around my hometown Miltenberg.But here, too, there was no free seat, at least not one where I could spread out without someone sitting next to me.
So even further.
At some point I got over myself and asked a young man with bright, not unfriendly eyes whether the seat next to him was free. He just nodded and put his backpack aside. I sank into the seat, put the bag with my inline skates on the floor in front of my feet and put my backpack on my knees.
A minute later the train started already. Only ... uh ... 3 hours and 20 minutes drive to Düsseldorf. (at least I thought ...)
I looked out the window for a long time, actually just so as not to meet the gaze of the person sitting next to me or that of other people in this compartment, but at some point I looked back at him.
And ... he seemed to be asleep! (yes, that's how I like people best, then at least they can't annoy me) Satisfied, I turned the music on my Mp3 player (Sry, I forgot to mention it) louder and leaned back.About 10 minutes. Then I frowned and took the earplugs (do you call them that?) Of the MP3 player out of my ears and listened. All conversations were silent. Not a single sound could be heard.
Strange.
Then suddenly a couple of people turned to me.
I correct: the whole compartment turned around to me!
And everyone had red eyes!
I ran the back of my hand over my eyes and looked up again. This time it wasn't an illusion. The red-eyed people ("albinos") still looked - stared would be the better word - at me. The look in her eyes was ... yeah, what? All I knew at that moment was that I had never seen such an expression in a person's eyes (was it people?) And that I didn't like it.
Maybe it was better if I just ran away now ...
I sat up carefully, put on my backpack - and bounced back in horror.The person sitting next to me was awake again and he too had blood-red eyes. But he had leaned in my direction and one hand - he had shaped it into a claw - stretched out in my direction.
What the hell was going on here ?!
I think it's not an exaggeration when I mention that this is kind of scary, is it? Above all, there is more:
His hands seemed to melt and deform somehow ... and a few moments later they grew into 10 cm long claws. (I'm not exaggerating. No. Definitely not. Not a bit!)
The only thing I could think of was, “Oh shit! "And" my inline skates are still on the ground in front of him! “Yes, my sacred inline skates! I couldn't just leave those poor things here!
I looked around frantically and noticed on the edge that the other passengers on the train had also jumped up and were hurrying towards me.
Damn!
I got on my knees and reached for my shoulder bag.Shortly before I reached her, my clawed seat neighbor had leaned over me. His claws approached my face ...
Then the saving idea came to me. I got hold of my bag - turned around in one swift movement and smacked the bag on the head of the guy, inline skates first.
The guy stumbled back a few steps, almost fell over his seat, and for a horrific moment was the young man with the kind eyes again. Completely disturbed, he looked at me and at the same time felt for the laceration on his forehead that he had suffered from my inline skating attack.
Then it seemed as if the shadows around him began to sway, move, and envelop him. A short time later he was the red-eyed "albino" clawed creature again. With one awkward movement he straightened up and swayed towards me. (Zombie Alert! Hey, hey, hey ... Nah, I can't stand zombies)It had almost reached me when I woke up from my stupor and was horrified to find that my chance to escape was almost over. The other passengers on the train also came closer and closer ...
With a hasty movement I spun around and ran out of the compartment.

- This is how my vacation started, or something like that. Yeah, I know I said it was all based on real facts.
But I didn't say it was true!
The trip really did exist, as did the young man sitting next to us, only everything without red eyes.
There's a continuation if you liked it and I have at least two clerks to do so.
See you soon,
Kay