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He wasn't in his apartment. He was in the carriage from the recording.

The door at the end of the car creaked open. Something tall, draped in a conductor’s uniform that hung off a frame of rusted rebar and wire, stepped into the light. It didn't have a face—just a speaker grill where a mouth should be. Train Molester.m4a - Google Drive

From the speaker came the sound of Elias’s own voice, recorded only seconds ago: "Give me a story." He wasn't in his apartment

In the recording, a voice whispered, barely audible over the screech of the steel wheels: "It doesn't feel like metal to me. It feels like skin." Something tall, draped in a conductor’s uniform that

He pressed play again. The sound of the train shifted. The mechanical grinding turned into a sound like teeth gnashing against bone. The "breather" began to sob, but the sobs turned into a rhythmic, mechanical whistle.

Elias hit play. At first, there was only the rhythmic clack-clack of a subway car moving at high speed. Then, a low, wet breathing started right next to the microphone.

The train plunged into a tunnel, and the recording cut to static.