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while I walk a street lined almost perfectly with train tracks I can hear the ringing of an on coming train. Growing louder, fear builds up in my stomach,as I walk faster the horn of this murder train is getting closer and louder. A familiar feeling passes threw my body. Not so much fear, but an uneasy feeling. Like someone will surely take advantage of this and murder once again in the dead of night. Knowing very well this train will cover all crys for help, and screams of pain. Finally when the train reached me, and starts passing with great speed, I can hear screeches from the tracks that closely resembles past victims of a murder. What seemed like hours the train has come and gone, and my ridiculous fear goes with it. I reach home and tuck myself in bed knowing I survived another night, of what could have been my last, if my fear had come true."