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thought of it overwhelmed her.
    She’d better see about the other two interviews she had arranged before she could agree to go on a trip for two weeks. One was a dental receptionist job and the other for a bartender assistant position at a nightclub, both jobs that had the potential to generate a good stream of income. Or not.
    Still, she had been offered this videographer job and it would give her the chance to use her education, the one she had gone in debt for, and maybe sweeten her résumé. Also, the subject matter, supernatural phenomenon, was something she had always had a fascination with and it would be a chance to get some first-hand experience in that realm. It could be an awesome two weeks if she decided to go.
    She got to the Caltrain station and waved her commuter pass over the gatepost. After a few minutes the train pulled in and unloaded its passengers. Emily stepped into a car and took a seat next to a window. As she sat there waiting for the train to move on, she noticed a stench wafting throughout the car and wondered where it could be coming from. She saw a guy who appeared to be homeless sitting in the middle of the car and people all around getting up and walking out to get into another car.
    About a minute later, her gag reflex was beginning to kick in, so she followed the other people out into the fresh air and into the next car. It was a bit more crowded and as she stepped through the door, it closed behind her. The train pulled out of the station while she was finding her seat and she almost fell into it when she sat down.
    As the train rocked and clacked down the tracks, she sat and looked out the window comparing three different scenarios in her head. There was the future where she went on the trip, filmed and edited the documentary, the Science Channel picks up the documentary, she wins an award, and becomes a famous producer of documentaries. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the applause.
    Next was her future as a dental receptionist. She saw herself sitting behind the counter, answering the phone, greeting people who looked like they were in severe pain, maybe even getting her teeth cleaned for free, dealing with kids day after day… “Fuck that!” abruptly speaking out before she saw the little old lady in the seat across from her glaring over her glasses directly in her direction. She gave a little wave, and sheepishly mouthed, “Sorry!”
    Emily leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes again. The bartender assistant, on the other hand, now that could be more exciting. She’d meet lots of interesting people, everyone having a story to tell… the drama, the excitement, the tips… especially the drama. This interview had potential and she decided to prepare herself mentally for the volley of questions. “What do you think makes you stand out from those we have already interviewed for this position?” She would be ready. “I really have a way with people, you’ll see!” she might answer.
    Nearby there was cacophony of rap music streaming from quite a few cell phone speakers. She pulled one of her résumés from the folder she was carrying and studied it looking for anything she might improve on. All of a sudden some guy started yelling something she couldn’t understand. He seemed to be speaking English because every couple of words made sense, but she just couldn’t make out the rest.
    She was startled but she couldn’t assess whether it was a threatening situation or not. She looked around but no one else appeared to think anything unusual was going on, and most of the people who rode the train on a regular basis would know if any shit were about to hit the fan. Wouldn’t they?
    Emily convinced herself to relax a bit and she strained to hear what he was saying. “It will all end in a flash of blazing glory, the Lord will come and take me and all of his believers, and the rest of you will be left to be eaten by the monsters, your bones crunching in the jaws of hell beasts,