Here We Go Again

There’s a train line at the end of my street. There’s 7 or 8 blocks, plus the width of two lanes of a road in between us. But every now and then, when a train goes along it, I get absolutely terrified. Sometimes you can barely hear the trains that go along it. But sometimes it’s so, so loud. I feel like my head’s about to explode or something. The whole house shakes and rumbles and creaks and I genuinely get scared for my life when this happens. I feel like I’m sitting on the train track or something and am about to get run over. But there’s nothing I can do.
This only ever happens late at night, and not every night. It’s the only thing I don’t like about living here.
It terrifies me.