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Elias paused the audio. He was sitting in his apartment, but he suddenly felt the distinct vibration of a train beneath his floorboards. He lived nowhere near the tracks. He looked at the waveform on his screen. The peaks weren't jagged like normal noise; they were rounded, pulsing, like a heartbeat.

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."

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. Train Molester.m4a - Google Drive

From the speaker came the sound of Elias’s own voice, recorded only seconds ago: "Give me a story."

Should we dive deeper into the of this file, or would you like a different genre for the next chapter? Elias paused the audio

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

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. He looked at the waveform on his screen

"I'm not riding it," the voice on the recording gasped, now sounding distorted, as if its throat were made of copper piping. "It’s riding me."