{"sf1_id":1524928,"sf2_id":"GnD6NPpe","title":"Chapter 8: To Boldly Go! or At least fine Some Old scary Places","author":"Ginsenshi","words":1256,"posted_at":"2019-12-21T15:44:00.000Z","tags":["Gay","Romance"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1524928-chapter-8-to-boldly-go-or-at-least-fine-some-old-scary-places","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/GnD6NPpe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/3e/e3/3ee30e08-09c1-4212-97e3-ffb74afcaafc","description":"#8 of Roen Olver Series\n\nROe and Alex go ghost hunting, finding local ghost stories are real and Connor really hates ghost trains. . While Jonathan and friends meet the boys . Jonathan gets a bloody reminder of ROe.","content":" **Chapter 8: To Boldly \u0026nbsp; Go! \u0026nbsp; or\u0026nbsp; At least\u0026nbsp; fine Some Old scary Places**\n\nBoth Me and\u0026nbsp; Alex\u0026nbsp; found we\u0026nbsp; liked A lot Of the Same things, like: ghost, history\u0026nbsp; and A lot. Of\u0026nbsp; other\u0026nbsp; stuff\u0026nbsp; So\u0026nbsp; we\u0026nbsp; found Ourselves\u0026nbsp; in the Middle Of Downtown\u0026nbsp; at\u0026nbsp; midnight \u0026nbsp; at\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; abandoned train\u0026nbsp; station on a\u0026nbsp; Ghost Hunt \u0026nbsp; :\n\nI was\u0026nbsp; standing at \u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; stairs\u0026nbsp; leading down \u0026nbsp; to the old train platformthe\u0026nbsp; stares\u0026nbsp; just In. Front of me. Connor's\u0026nbsp; front paws\u0026nbsp; at the Very\u0026nbsp; start\u0026nbsp; of the First\u0026nbsp; step, Alex\u0026nbsp; beside me .\n\nAlex's story. Went Like this\n\n\"Story Has it,\u0026nbsp; on hot June evening in the 1930's Sarah a teenager returning home from her senior Catiline with a group of friends, was pushed into the front of the oncoming midnight express passenger service, by the school Bully.\u0026nbsp; Rumors say that every June 5th evening around the midnight hour Sarah\u0026nbsp; Can be seen in her beautiful white prom Dress clutching her chest and covered in blood,\u0026nbsp; her moans and screams can be heard throughout the station as the Midnight express passenger service comes in, as she relives her terribly painful death over and over again.\n\nHand\u0026nbsp;\n\nSo. We started\u0026nbsp; down\u0026nbsp; the. Stairs\u0026nbsp; into\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; old\u0026nbsp; station, as\n\n\u0026nbsp; echoes\u0026nbsp; where the\u0026nbsp; first\u0026nbsp; things\u0026nbsp; that filled my ears\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; entered\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; old transit center , the\u0026nbsp; history\u0026nbsp; felt\u0026nbsp; in every\u0026nbsp; step\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; echo of\u0026nbsp; that\u0026nbsp; step.\u0026nbsp; I. Should. Be\u0026nbsp; hearing\u0026nbsp; people\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; the. Sounds. `Of life. But I Don't, just\u0026nbsp; wind\u0026nbsp; howling\u0026nbsp; through\u0026nbsp; the Many Broken\u0026nbsp; windows\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hey Roe, You. Okay?\" Alex Asked me, his hand\u0026nbsp; grabbing \u0026nbsp; mine Connor's\u0026nbsp; ears\u0026nbsp; up. And listening.\n\n\"I ...I could swear I just heard a train whistle\n\n\u0026nbsp; blowing\u0026nbsp; just now.\" I replied\u0026nbsp; to Alex's\u0026nbsp; question.\n\n\"Just. A minute\u0026nbsp; Alex sweetie... a. Train\u0026nbsp; is coming in now...\"\u0026nbsp; I. Replied\u0026nbsp; my. Voice\u0026nbsp; low\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; sounding. Lost.\n\nI\u0026nbsp; soon\u0026nbsp; found myself\u0026nbsp; among\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; sounds\u0026nbsp; of the\u0026nbsp; incoming\u0026nbsp; train its \u0026nbsp; whistle sounding as\u0026nbsp; it enters\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; underground\u0026nbsp; station\u0026nbsp; .\u0026nbsp;\n\nI felt \u0026nbsp; Connor's\u0026nbsp; guide\u0026nbsp; handle\u0026nbsp; disappeared\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; from\u0026nbsp; my Gripped\u0026nbsp; fist,\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;It\u0026nbsp; finally pulled\u0026nbsp; in and\u0026nbsp; comes\u0026nbsp; to a\u0026nbsp; stop, the\u0026nbsp; place\u0026nbsp; getting louder , if that\u0026nbsp; was even\u0026nbsp; possible, with\u0026nbsp; more\u0026nbsp; people \u0026nbsp; joining\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; already\u0026nbsp; filled \u0026nbsp; platform, I\u0026nbsp; held\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; spot\u0026nbsp; not\u0026nbsp; really \u0026nbsp; wanting\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; get any\u0026nbsp; closer\u0026nbsp; to the\u0026nbsp; train that was\u0026nbsp; idling .\u0026nbsp;\n\nI\u0026nbsp; hand comes\u0026nbsp; down\u0026nbsp; on my\u0026nbsp; shoulder\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; heavy tired pannting\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; fills\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; ears,\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Jeez\u0026nbsp; you and\u0026nbsp; Connor \u0026nbsp; always\u0026nbsp; in a rush\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; its\u0026nbsp; my pass-time, and\u0026nbsp; not jewelry\u0026nbsp; or new\u0026nbsp; Theater\u0026nbsp; performance\u0026nbsp; this\u0026nbsp; time.\" comes\u0026nbsp; Alex's \u0026nbsp; teasing\u0026nbsp; of me and my\u0026nbsp; super-speed.\u0026nbsp;\n\n` \"Oh be quiet .\" I\u0026nbsp; replied , placing\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; left\u0026nbsp; hand \u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; his right\u0026nbsp; hand \u0026nbsp; that was\u0026nbsp; still resting\u0026nbsp; on my\u0026nbsp; right shoulder. :Anyways\u0026nbsp; c'mon let's\u0026nbsp; get\u0026nbsp; going.\" I\u0026nbsp; said\u0026nbsp; letting\u0026nbsp; go of Alex's\u0026nbsp; hand and\u0026nbsp; headed\u0026nbsp; towards\u0026nbsp; the \u0026nbsp; platform. We walked towards\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; tracks.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; front\u0026nbsp; of us , Connor\u0026nbsp; ever\u0026nbsp; so slightly shying away\u0026nbsp; but\u0026nbsp; going\u0026nbsp; towards them,\u0026nbsp;\n\nthe\u0026nbsp; engine\u0026nbsp; seemed\u0026nbsp; to growl\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; hiss\u0026nbsp; like a\u0026nbsp; agry\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; dog-cat\u0026nbsp; creature. \u0026nbsp; As I\u0026nbsp; got\u0026nbsp; closer steam causing a warm\u0026nbsp; fog\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; cover us\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; we\u0026nbsp; found ourselves\u0026nbsp; at one\u0026nbsp; of the carriage\u0026nbsp; cars,\n\n\"Now\u0026nbsp; remind\u0026nbsp; me\u0026nbsp; why\u0026nbsp; I'm\u0026nbsp; going\u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; this \u0026nbsp; steel deathtrap?\" I\u0026nbsp; asked\u0026nbsp; as my\u0026nbsp; foot\u0026nbsp; found\u0026nbsp; the end\u0026nbsp; of the platform, and\u0026nbsp; reaching out\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; find\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; car floor.\n\n\"Oh\u0026nbsp; Sarah\u0026nbsp; c'mon, we're Going to Be late.\" I heard\u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp; girl Say To a friend of her's.\n\n\"I know\u0026nbsp; Agatha,\u0026nbsp; but This Dress is\u0026nbsp; heavy.\" The. Girl, Sarah Replies,\u0026nbsp; as I heard. Her Running to Catch up with her friend. As she Ran to \u0026nbsp; Catch up with her. Friend. ,\u0026nbsp; she bumped into me,\n\n\"Oh. Sorry. mister\n\n.\" She\u0026nbsp; apologized.\n\nwe're. Here\u0026nbsp; at this. train\u0026nbsp; station\u0026nbsp; headed\u0026nbsp; to \u0026nbsp; the Next Town\u0026nbsp; over\u0026nbsp; for\u0026nbsp; shopping and\u0026nbsp; entertainment.\n\nSomeone Was Shaking my\u0026nbsp; shoulder,\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hey Roe , Roe, snap out of it.\" I heard. Alex\u0026nbsp; say to me,\n\n\"I...I'm fine Alex, I think.\" I replied, \"What's. \u0026nbsp; On the\u0026nbsp; EVP and the \u0026nbsp; EMP?\" I asked\u0026nbsp; as I tried to get my\u0026nbsp; bearings.\n\n\"Well on the. EVP... just whispered sounds. Of get out , I think.\" Alex replied. \" the, \"and\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; temperature has dropped by a few degrees all around you.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I felt \u0026nbsp; her run\u0026nbsp; into me. and. heard\u0026nbsp; her\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; apologise, Alex I was there.\" I replied\u0026nbsp; to. Him.\n\n\"Its\u0026nbsp; like your\u0026nbsp; slipping \u0026nbsp; out of phase\u0026nbsp; with our\u0026nbsp; timeline.\" Alex\u0026nbsp; said to me.\n\n\"Alex, what\u0026nbsp; does that\u0026nbsp; even mean?\" I\u0026nbsp; asked\u0026nbsp; him . A bit\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; confusion\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; voice.\n\n\"Well\u0026nbsp; it sounded\u0026nbsp; better\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; Star trek,\u0026nbsp; I guess.\" Alex\u0026nbsp; replied .\n\n\"Well yeah, its\u0026nbsp; Star Trek.\" I replied, with\u0026nbsp; a bit\u0026nbsp; of \u0026nbsp; snartck\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; voice.\n\nSuddenly\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; sound\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp; old\u0026nbsp; steam\u0026nbsp; engine\u0026nbsp; filled \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; old\u0026nbsp; station, we \u0026nbsp; feel the\u0026nbsp; heat\u0026nbsp; of the\u0026nbsp; old\u0026nbsp; engine\u0026nbsp; getting\u0026nbsp; closer. The\u0026nbsp; noise\u0026nbsp; overwhelming\u0026nbsp; me,\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; reached\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; cover\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; ears. As\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; background\u0026nbsp; I could\u0026nbsp; hear\u0026nbsp; Connor\u0026nbsp; howling\u0026nbsp; along\u0026nbsp; with\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; sound\u0026nbsp; of the\u0026nbsp; ghost train. I felt\u0026nbsp; Alex\u0026nbsp; grab\u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp; arm\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; pull\u0026nbsp; me\u0026nbsp; hard\u0026nbsp; away\u0026nbsp; from\u0026nbsp; what\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; thought\u0026nbsp; were the\u0026nbsp; train tracks\u0026nbsp; getting\u0026nbsp; closer \u0026nbsp; under\u0026nbsp; my womdering\u0026nbsp; feet. . We\u0026nbsp; started\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; run \u0026nbsp; as the\u0026nbsp; sound\u0026nbsp; increase\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; volume. Connor\u0026nbsp; getting\u0026nbsp; pulled \u0026nbsp; along\u0026nbsp; with\u0026nbsp; Alex\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; me\u0026nbsp; running\u0026nbsp; towards\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; exit.\u0026nbsp;\n\nSoon \u0026nbsp; we\u0026nbsp; exited\u0026nbsp; from the\u0026nbsp; station's\u0026nbsp; underground\u0026nbsp; cavernous , the\u0026nbsp; sound\u0026nbsp; of the\u0026nbsp; train's\u0026nbsp; engine \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; ghostly\u0026nbsp; whistle\u0026nbsp; still\u0026nbsp; filling\u0026nbsp; our ears. Laughter\u0026nbsp; echoed\u0026nbsp; around\u0026nbsp; us\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; we stood there, hands\u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; knees \u0026nbsp; panning panting\u0026nbsp; heavily, Connor\u0026nbsp; doing\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; same.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"What's\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; problem fags\u0026nbsp; scared\u0026nbsp; of the\u0026nbsp; ghosties ?\"\u0026nbsp; Came\u0026nbsp; Jonathan's \u0026nbsp; sing\u0026nbsp; song\u0026nbsp; moking\u0026nbsp; voice.\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy first\u0026nbsp; thought\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; have\u0026nbsp; Connor\u0026nbsp; bite\u0026nbsp; him, but\u0026nbsp; then\u0026nbsp; Jonathan\u0026nbsp; would\u0026nbsp; try\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; have\u0026nbsp; him\u0026nbsp; put down as\u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp; vicious dog, since\u0026nbsp; his dad\u0026nbsp; was\u0026nbsp; head\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; Animal\u0026nbsp; Control. My\u0026nbsp; second\u0026nbsp; thought\u0026nbsp; was maybe\u0026nbsp; better, as\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; fist\u0026nbsp; balled\u0026nbsp; up\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; told\u0026nbsp; Connor\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; find\u0026nbsp; Jonathan, once\u0026nbsp; he was\u0026nbsp; found\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; re-balled\u0026nbsp; up\u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp; fist\u0026nbsp; and \u0026nbsp; soundly\u0026nbsp; punch\u0026nbsp; Jonathan\u0026nbsp; on the\u0026nbsp; nose\u0026nbsp; hearing\u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp; satisfying crack\u0026nbsp; and \u0026nbsp; feeling\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; blood\u0026nbsp; starting\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; flow on\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; still\u0026nbsp; connected\u0026nbsp; fist. With\u0026nbsp; that\u0026nbsp; done\u0026nbsp; Connor\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; me\u0026nbsp; quickly\u0026nbsp; ran\u0026nbsp; back\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; alex\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; Jonathan's\u0026nbsp; yelling\u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; cursing \u0026nbsp; started\u0026nbsp; up .\n\n\"Damn\u0026nbsp; fag get\u0026nbsp; back here\u0026nbsp; so\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; can \u0026nbsp; kill you.\" \u0026nbsp; He\u0026nbsp; growled out, sounding\u0026nbsp; kind of\u0026nbsp; muffled.\u0026nbsp; His\u0026nbsp; hands\u0026nbsp; still covering\u0026nbsp; his\u0026nbsp; nose. We continued\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; run off\u0026nbsp; Connor\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; toe, as\u0026nbsp; our\u0026nbsp; own\u0026nbsp; laughing\u0026nbsp; started, finding\u0026nbsp; our\u0026nbsp; way\u0026nbsp; back\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; my place.\n\nsoon after. \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; got\u0026nbsp; cleaned\u0026nbsp; up, and\u0026nbsp; we\u0026nbsp; stripped\u0026nbsp; down\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; boxers ,The\u0026nbsp; 3 of\u0026nbsp; us\u0026nbsp; were\u0026nbsp; laying \u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; my\u0026nbsp; queen size\u0026nbsp; bed,\u0026nbsp; Connor\u0026nbsp; in-be\n\ntween\u0026nbsp; us \u0026nbsp; with\u0026nbsp; all\u0026nbsp; 4 feet\u0026nbsp; in the\u0026nbsp; air, ,\u0026nbsp; on\u0026nbsp; his\u0026nbsp; back. he\u0026nbsp; snoring\u0026nbsp; lightly. As\u0026nbsp; a\u0026nbsp; movie\u0026nbsp; was \u0026nbsp; playing\u0026nbsp; On\u0026nbsp; Netflix, me\u0026nbsp; half\u0026nbsp; asleep, with\u0026nbsp; Alex\u0026nbsp; paying \u0026nbsp; attention to the\u0026nbsp; movie.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"you know\u0026nbsp; he's\u0026nbsp; so\u0026nbsp; going\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; kill you\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; next time , he\u0026nbsp; gets\u0026nbsp; ahold\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; you.\" Alex's\u0026nbsp; tone\u0026nbsp; was \u0026nbsp; warning, but\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; could\u0026nbsp; care\u0026nbsp; less\u0026nbsp; what\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; homophobic\u0026nbsp; bastard\u0026nbsp; wanted\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; do\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; me.\n\n\"He\u0026nbsp; might\u0026nbsp; want\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp; kill\u0026nbsp; me\u0026nbsp; or\u0026nbsp; fuck \u0026nbsp; one\u0026nbsp; of\u0026nbsp; his\u0026nbsp; gang\u0026nbsp; for\u0026nbsp; all\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; care.\" I\u0026nbsp; replied\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; snuggled\u0026nbsp; into\u0026nbsp; Alex's\u0026nbsp; side\u0026nbsp; as\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; got\u0026nbsp; more\u0026nbsp; comfortable \u0026nbsp; and\u0026nbsp; fell\u0026nbsp; asleep.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Roen Olver  the  teen years","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1524916-chapter-7-coming-out-to-jerks.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1524933-chapter-9-a-slice-of-school-life-with-troubling-a-disappearance.json"}}