EVE LEVESQUE
We entered an abandoned shed at the back of the main station, where the main office of the train station is located. Otis, the large, bulky man, held a lantern in his hand as the only source of light and opened the door using a key he had attached at the side of his waist.
When the door opened, cold air and a musky smell came out of it. A staircase going downwards into darkness was the only thing in it, and only the whistling of the air could be heard. I looked at Otis. He titled his head sideways like he was telling me to go first.
“So you’re scared I’m going to attack you from behind?” I asked. “No. You go first. I don’t want to go first.”
Who knows, he might push me down and attack me or lock me in. I can’t risk my safety and the safety of my friends. He stood there an
