u/Dizzy-Interest-5425

Entry 2

"I've tried multiple times. Stuff just died the moment it leaves the are. Think it's the fog outside. It might be trapping the humidity it needs, cause this stuff shrivels up faster than a desert shrub. " he tossed it back into the still and wipped his hand vigorously across his jumpsuit

"So this is the best I can do for now, and im happy. Wanna try some fresh stuff I made this morning?" He bent over and moved a couple bottles around before grabbing one filled with the odd coloured stuff and handed it to me. Had a push caps i shrugged, popped it open, and took a swig. Begrudgingly. The first time I tried some of this stuff was in my first couple weeks working here, I caught a homeless guy squeezing small clumps into his mouth behind the station. After investigating it myself, I actually tried a little, was curious, shut up.

It tasted like I'd lit my lounge on fire, awefully strong, and actually turned me of alchohol for a few days, so how this random homeless guy was taking clump after clump was insane. But to my suprise, this stuff actually tasted great, like really great. I asked, taking multiple small sips between each word

"Holy. Shit. How'd. You. Do. It?"

Jack grabbed the bottle from me and laughed slightly. "Easy there, we still got work. It's the same that makes it awefull, took a lot of trial and error to figure that out."

I said, patting his shoulder. "You've got to teach me your magic. You somehow turned liquid aids into gold"

Jack said drinking from the confiscated bottle the placing it on the side "maybe another time, lunch id almost up I think" he looked at his watch which I didnt even know he had and concluded I was late.

Shit.

After saying goodbye, I rushed outside, almost going into shock due to the temperature difference, I regretted taking so many sips cause I was already starting to feel it slightly. The rails wiggled like grubs, and the almost completely invisible trees vibrated. But I was still able to walk straight and talk without slurring my words to so it as a win win.

But I can't just have a nice time at work.

You see, as I was walking along the tracks, I swear I could hear a second even third pair of footprints about fiffteen feet behind me.

Step

Stamp, stamp

Step

Stamp, stamp

Step, step, step

Stamp! Stamp! Stamp!

I turned around and saw nothing, I stared behind me and started to doubt Jack's brewing or harvesting process when I suddenly saw small rocks and gravel checks moving towards me on the floor. The fog looked as if something was forcing its way towards me solwy at first. Then I did one of the worst things I ever could have thought of

"H-hello?"

Whatever it was started dead sprinting at me, perferating the fogs thickness a d kicking the ground so hard chunks of gravel were flying off and hitting trees. I booked it, stumbling and swearing down the tracks, getting progressively more out of breath, I looked dead ahead listening to the rumbling coming from behind. It was slowing or gaining speed, just steadily marching after me. After what seemed like an endless nightmare of running and being unable to escape, I came running into the station platform, almost colliding with one of the trains.

David said as he slamed the side of the train. "Jesus Tommy wad about to take off, hurry up and get out the way boss is kinda pissed."

Out of breath, I didn't even respond, just breathlessly pulled myself up and watched as the tour train quickly exited. I smiled for a second, shaking my head. Listen, I deal with the stuff IN the station, not OUTSIDE it. That's the other guys problem. Whatever that thing, was outside better stay out there. Not that I could exactly see if it would come in.

My few second of peace was interrupted when I realised I still had. So gathered myself and headed to my booth where I saw boss awkwardly sitting at my desk. He wa smilling and taking to customers as he gave them there tickets. As I approached he said in a loud yet calm voice

"Alright im going to hand you over to my college now hell ensure you have great servers". I smiled and walked past him, as i did he whispered

"Dont go outside alone for the next four days."

Before I could turn to ask he was already halfway across the station heading towards his office. Even now I have no clue what he was talking about, maybe he knew what happened somehow, maybe he saw whatever it was from the booth? I dont know, all I do know is that boss dropped me off home today. He told me hed be here to pick me up at half eight and drop me off after work tommorow, the day after and the day after that.

The usuall person would feel a little worried, but I just felt annoyed cause now I couldn't have a lay in. That and we didnt have much to talk about so it was a silent drive. Guess it goes me time to write this so cant complain, about three minutes from my house and think ive mentioned everything bout today, ill upload more soon. Tommy out

9/5/2026

Entry 1

28/4/26

As you can read from the title, I work at a crappy and run down train station tour ride in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and im starting to to get annoyed at the strange happenings around here.

Whether it's the silent war between the hideously imbred spiders that are stationed in our staff bathroom and the dinner plate sized moths that cover the stations barely visible ceiling or the strange multi-colored moss that oozes hard liquor. The amount of crazy and badshit insane shenanigans that occur here on a daily basis is remarkable. Yet everyone seems more interested in the old timie small steam trains that circle around our island at a grand total of fiffteen miles per hour.

I know it's my job, and I shouldn't say anything negative incase my boss finds out. but im just gonna say it. The actually tour itself it pretty terrible. Four hours of driving through thick fogged forest less then twenty feet from the coast while sitting on uncomfortable and definatly lice infected felt cushions is more tortures then it might sound. I dont know how David and Karl, (the conductors who ill get to in a minute) are able to drive these things twice a day. Especially with a handfull of the guests disappearing right before they pull back into the station without a trace. But they pay for there tickets so not complaining bout that. Im not even going to try to explain the work conditions. Your brain would probably have an aneurism trying to make sense of it all.

Anyway, so what's my roll in all of this? With Karl and David being the conductors, Jack who I've neglected to mention this far who acts as the handy/repair man and the boss being well the boss.

Who am I? Im the guy who smiles and trys to swindle you into buying a ticket to explore the great miseries our island has to offer. Ticket boy the others call me. Assholes. Great and friendly dont get me wrong but never the less. Assholes.

Even though im sure everyone i work with is "normal" there definitely a unique bunch. David and Karl, who take every lunch and break time together, talk and say the same crappy jokes, share the exact same interests and hates, and even look identical like twins swear. Swear to god. That they are in no shape or form related to one another, with David getting annoyed about it while Karl plays into it a little. One of the only two differences between them, the other being their choice in facial hair.

Next we got Jack. He's just Jack. Dont know, much about him even after two years, apart from these weird things, he's never late and is always leaving the station last after everyone even boss, for some reason the guy loves his salads, having one every day at twelve o three on the dot and working theough his breaks. One weird thing is the fact he always wears the exact same oil and grime smeared cobalt jumpsuit. I get it if you work with chemicals and easily stain enducing materials but it looks like he never washed it, stunk of steam punk. He rarley talked to any of us apart from boss, id catch em walk n talking alot of the time and them laughing and joking about random things. He also is the only one of us who is permitted so acess the strange door on the other side of the tracks where everything in the station seems to avoid even the moss.

Finally we have our captain. Boss or the boss if you want to be formal, none of us know his realy name and he's never told us so we dont bother to ask. He always responds when we call him boss so we all just stuck to it.

For some reason beyond me, he seems to be completely oblivious to the crazy stuff that goes on around here. Like you can scoop up some of the crazy alchohol moss of the walls and hand it to him. Just throw it aside and ignore it. Point out the crows with teeth that like to try and nest on one of the many grand gargoyles like statues that cling to the walls like gum on a shoe and hell think mothing of it. Hell I even got the nerve to take a picture inside the staff bathroom to prove our claims that the spider took over and hell just shrug it of and say in his mellow toned voice

"I appreciate your insight, but we got work to do"

Which is odd, as he has to be the most honest and straight shooting man I've ever seen. And I mean it, he can either tell you

"Really appreciate your hard work. You're getting a dollar per hour, raise,"

Or

"Your slacking you have by the end of today to make it up or your fired"

Might seem harsh, but he also has saved our asses from many a customer outrage. One time, an entire family of twelve grand perants and great grand perants included tried to argue that our small tour trains weren't wheel chairs accessible. With the isles between seats being a foot and a half wide, what are they expecting. The one-sided screaming match went on for about fifteen minutes until boss showed up on the scene

"Excuse me, is everything up to your liking? I could hear you might be un satisfied?"

"Yes! Your stupid ticket man is refusing to accommodate my grandfather here". Said the leader of this feral pack

"Oh im sorry my dear what would you need? We can look after him while your out?"

"No you idiot we want him to come aboard with us"

The woman's assumed husband answered

I remember the boss looked at me then behind the group and ushered them aside so they wouldn't be blocking up the ticket booth. I could still hear and see everything though and what I saw was amazing.

"Excuse me, did I hear you correctly that you want to try and fit your grandfather onto the train WITH his wheelchair? The inside of the train isn't wide enough inside to fit the chair inside, we can try carry you inside and look after your wheelchair until your back"

"You dense?" The great grandfather shouted "I want to get on your goddamned crappy train WITH my chair! We paid good money so you better accommodate asshole. " Boss simply stopped talking, ame over to me, and asked

"How much did they pay?"

"Forty-five dollars."

He plucked the bills from the register with ease, handed the money to the still shouting family, and said

"I will not tolerate you belittling me and especially my hard working staff. Heres your money, im sorry for the inconvenience. Now get the fuck out of my station". He crossed his arms and ushered them out with his body as the started to shout and complain, with the husband going as far as to shove my boss who slapped him upside the face and shouted

"I won't ask again". The family continued to shout and scream at boss as he slowly pushed them outside like the unstoppable force he was.

Even with the family outside, they still were shouting, something was even thrown against the station doors, but everyone started to ignore them trying to look foward to the tour which had just pulled into the station. I remember the conversation we had afterward

"Nice job, boss, you okay? That guy looked like he shoved you pretty hard,"

"Dont worry, Tommy, im fine, just keep the customers happy, and I'll be happy," and he patted me on the shoulder from the other side of the booth.

Holy shit I haven't even introduced myself, my names Tommy BTW

I think that'll do for today, I still got a loooong shift ahead, and much like every day, which is beyond my understanding, there's a long line forming. I'll be back in a few days to give you guys updates. I hope you all have a great day. I'll speak to you later