46“What’s happening?” Cecil asked, covering his face.
“Come in,” Annabelle said. “See my office.”
Gold-and-black brick covered the walls. A toy train zoomed around the largest wall on an intricate railroad system. Elevations and loop de loops sent the honking cars tumbling in a frenzy. The trains sped around villages covered in fake snow and twinkling lights, coal miners working the caverns and general stores of days long gone.
But this wasn’t a train from a Christmas catalogue. It was a horror train.
Plastic trees had been singed. Some train cars were derailed, crashed into blood-splattered churches. Miniature people were eaten by grizzly bears, their bloody heads lying in candy stores. It was the definition of a “crazy train.”
The office’s far wall was covered in glass. The room hov
