A tribute to the creepiest place on earth: the Ploce train station. With only a handful of daily trains passing through, it was deserted. One word epitomizes the atmosphere. Echo.
The acoustic in this place were stunning. Every word spoken, every shoe scraping across the floor, and every tap of a pen on a cold, plastic table echoed throughout the station with stunning clarity. Snap your fingers and you'd think an army was tap dancing in. Click your heels and you'd instantly take the train to Kansas and back, umpteen times.
So imagine the glorious symphony of bathroom sounds. Ricocheting urine, repetitive flatulence, or the infamous waterfall flush summoning impending Armageddon.
The desolate cart toilet was out of order, and the actual toilets, located to the left of the carts, were so special that I've since blacked them out of my memory.
1 comment:
hahahahahahahaha! I never want to go back to this station. One word: Scary!
Remember how that woman asked us which train we wanted... even though there was only one train that entire day going to our location?
"Wait, unsnap your bag clip again! Listen to that!"
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