One of the most terrifying and exciting parts of my Amtrak adventure is spending the time INSIDE the train that is supposed to eat people.
I have just spooked a train attendant. He discovered me between train cars, in that passage with the moving floor of two steel lips overlapping each other, air rushing underneath. Here is where the killing activity in my book starts. Here is where ballerinas will be squeezed into delicious mash.
I was stroking the walls and taking pictures and suddenly felt a gaze on my back. I explained that I was a writer doing research about a blood-thirsty train, and heard a whoosh of air passed through attendant's lips. I must have looked crazy.