Hell Theater
Teke-Teke

This story takes place in Japan. In the midst of the falling snow, two drivers run a locomotive to a nearby train station. When they arrive under a bridge in a fairly remote area, suddenly ...

“Braaak ..”

“Kreeek..”.

The two drivers saw a shadow fall right in front of them. Both drivers are experienced enough to feel that the train they are driving has rolled something up.

The driver tried hard to stop the train and the locomotive stopped about a few hundred meters from the scene.

One of the drivers decided to go down to confirm what had happened. He trudged over the snowflakes and just under the bridge they had crossed, he found something terrible.

There was a woman's body in the middle of the tracks.

His body was cut in half because of being crushed by the carriage.

One part is the upper part of the woman's body, from up to the waist. The other part is the waist to the legs of the woman.

He could not see the woman's face because it was covered with long black hair. The woman's blood soaked the snow beneath her.

The red color reminded the driver of the shaved ice with the red syrup he used to eat as a child.

The machinist hastily erased the terrible thought and immediately returned to his friend.

“What's up?” ask the other driver when he sees his friend back.

“There.there are women getting hit. His condition is terrible. He probably jumped off the bridge. I'll call for help to the nearest police station. You stay here huh?”

At that time, communication was not as sophisticated as it is now. Especially when the weather is bad.

The driver eventually left his friend to seek help.

The other driver patiently waited inside the locomotive. He knew there was no timetable for the train to pass through the area, so he took it easy to put his locomotive there. In addition, this location is very remote. There's not even a house there.

The snowfall had stopped, leaving a thick pile of snow outside. There were only street lamps from electric poles accompanying the locomotive in the darkness of the night.

Moments passed and the driver began to hear sounds outside the locomotive.

“Sreeek...sreeeek..”.

It sounded like something was being dragged.

“Soichi?’ the driver called his friend's name. But he might come back that fast.

The driver approached the door.

“Halo, is anyone there?”

Suddenly the locomotive door opened,

Followed by the cry of the machinist in the darkness of the night.

***

A few hours later, the driver returned with the police. They had to pass through the streets filled with piles of snow so it took a long time to return.

But once at the scene, the driver was horrified to see only one part of the body visible there.

There was only the bottom of the woman, while the top was gone.

There's still blood on it and traces of drag.

Did anyone move the woman's body, the machinist thought. But where is it possible? What purpose?

The driver and the police went to the locomotive he had left.

“Sato!” call the machinist.

He was surprised to see the locomotive door open.

He entered and saw no one in the locomotive, only a pile of snow coming through the open door.

The driver was very surprised. His friend is a very responsible person. How could he have just left this locomotive when he was asked to look after it?

Soichi and the other police search for the other driver. But it looks like it vanished into the night.

There's no trace on the ground. All the tracks had been piled up by the snow coming back down.

A few hours they searched but there was no result.

As the driver began to despair, he looked up.

His breath seemed to stop.

With fear he pointed upwards. The police looked up too.

They were all terrified at the sight before them. Even the experience of the police for decades dealing with crimes like nothing. They've never seen anything this terrible.

On the electric pole, the machinist's body was already stiff because it froze.

His face looked scared to death. I don't know what killed him, the temperature was below zero or his fear.

While at the waist of the machinist coiled the body part of the woman who was hit.

The waist up, hugging tightly the driver who had died.

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