by shouldvestayedasleep
After a double shift, I took the last train home.It stopped at a station that doesn’t exist. Kettering Exchange isn’t on any map. It doesn’t follow normal rules. The halls rearrange themselves, the people repeat the same lines, and the announcements lie. Some faces look familiar. Some reflections move on their own. And somewhere in the dark, something is paying attention. This is not a story about escape. This is a record. A warning, written before my thoughts finish unraveling. If you ever hear your train announce a stop that shouldn’t be there, don’t make my mistakes. Don’t trust the signs. Don’t follow the voices. And whatever you do... don’t miss your stop.
