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Personal Narrative Bohemian Rhapsody

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Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
The song Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen started flowing from my earphones into my ears as the light rail transit pulled to a halt at the underground interconnecting station, Masjid Jamak station. My stomach churned.
I’d taken this journey thousands of time; I had alighted at this station, climbed the stairs, walked the long, solemn fluorescent-lit tunnel to board the train of another line homeward numerous time. But never had I been both so excited and horrified at the same time when I stepped foot into this station today.
Before the hell came, this station used to be crowded all the time, with working people in suits and ties, students in their white shoes, sky blue skirts, flocking into the white-tiled station every time a train stops.
These days nobody would risk coming here anymore, except for a few …show more content…

Music came flowing into my ears as I walked cautiously in the tunnel, highly aware of my surroundings. Anything could happen anytime. I clutched onto my smart phone in my pocket. The SubDemon Go! app was running on it, and I was waiting for a familiar buzz, a deathly kiss of greeting from hell.
Anytime. Those unholy beasts would arise from hell anytime now. My pulse raced as beads of sweats started to form on my forehead. The intensity of the boiling and churning in my stomach had grown unbearable.
Then a slight tremble came from my pocket. My heart stopped as I stood still in the centre of the run-down underground pedestrian tunnel. My stomach felt like it was going to squeeze me to death. I winced as I pulled out my smart phone.
The ripple on my phone showed that I was standing right where a sub-demon was. I took a gulp and was about to scan my surroundings one more time carefully, when my phone started to buzz again. In matter of seconds, a third buzz came. Ripples were appearing in fervent speed as my phone wouldn’t stop

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