Teresa Grabs starts a story off, then tags someone to continue, who tags someone else, etc etc. This is where I come in.
Sadje has tagged me for this one which Teresa has resurrected from February last year, so here are the rules:
- Copy the story as you receive it.
- Add to the story in some fashion.
- Tag another person to contribute to or finish the story.
- Please use FTS as a tag so I can find it or link back to part 1.
- Have Fun!
Faith stretched and yawned. Somewhere in the house, the kittens were rough-housing and the neighbor’s rooster crowed ear-splittingly loud. There was no use in complaining to the Harvey’s again. She sighed, sat up, and slipped into her slippers. Warm chestnut aroma filtering from the kitchen suggested she was running late. The coffee pot’s timer was set for six, but it felt much earlier. Probably should not have watched the late-late movie, she told herself.
“Tom is always worth it.” She chuckled and set about her morning routine.
By the time she showered and poured her coffee to go, she had decided it was much later than usual. No time for breakfast or yoga. Traffic was light and convinced her even more that she was running behind schedule. She dashed through the terminal and reached the train doors with seconds to spare. They closed behind her and the train lurched forward.
Faith grabbed a hold of the person in front of her to avoid falling over and chuckled. “Excuse me. Sorry. I didn’t mean –“
Without intending too, she screamed as her eyes took in the thing standing in front of her. She released her grip and stepped back.
“Watch it, young lady,” a voice said behind her.
Faith glanced behind her and …
To be continued
…… saw that she was surrounded by people dressed up as aliens. It must be some sort of a comic- con she thought to herself, trying to breathe deeply and to calm her heart rate.
The train was going faster than usual and there were very few people getting on when it stopped at different stops. Faith anxiously waited for her stop but to her amazement, the train didn’t stop there. She got up in panic and went to pull the emergency stop button but there was none to be seen anywhere. Neither was any sign of the conductor or the ticket checker. Now Faith was getting frightened. She got up and went to the inter-connecting door to the next compartment. On opening the door she…….
To continue this story, Sadje tagged me, so here I am with my bit………………
…….. had to adjust her eyes to the light, or rather lack of it.
The compartment was dark and appeared empty, then a pair of eyes flickered open and another, and another, so that before long the carriage was full of floating eyes and apparently nothing else.
‘She’s here’ said a voice, thick and heavy with sarcasm.
‘Yeah. Where’s our breakfast? You may have had fun last night, but we eat first thing in the morning. AND YOU FORGOT US!’
‘What? Who? ‘ Faith stuttered………. trying to get her bearings and not feel nauseous with all the eyes glaring at her.
This was a nightmare. Aliens? Disembodied cats eyes? What the hell had she and Tom been smoking last night?
‘Maybe we should simply eat her instead!’ said the first voice.
‘NO!’ Faith screamed and arms flailing, fled through the carriage to the next one.
Out of breath and her heart trying to erupt from her body, she slammed the door behind her and leaned her head against it. Their hyenic laughter made her blood run cold as the handle began to turn………………….
Over to Melanie now and her take on what happens next…………….