Ghost In Train Novels & Stories

I stared at her, this woman so different from the one I remembered, and felt utterly lost. Was this really the woman I had loved all those years? "Carrie!" A sharp, anguished cry cut through the air from inside the car—it was my father. He had just watched the love of his life, his wife of decades, lying in a pool of blood. Grief overtook him, and he struggled to break free from the car, but his captors held him in place. Adeline's face twisted into a sinister smile. Through the car window, she said in a low, cold voice, "Tell Samuel to come out right now and perform the surgery—or his mother won't make it."

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits. I stood my ground. "He's not coming back," I said softly. "You can be at peace now." The ghost froze. Her shoulders trembled, and she let out a faint whimper, as if a great weight had been lifted. The black mist around her dissipated. Her form turned faint, then transparent, until she dissolved into a wisp of light that drifted toward the rose bushes. Lorenzo's eyes lit up. "Damn, where'd you learn that trick?"

By the time Richard arrived, the funeral was almost over. Everyone who had come to say goodbye was gone. Only I remained. I wanted a little more time with Chloe. She'd always been clingy. And she was afraid of the dark. "Richard, see? I told you Selena was lying. If this were really a funeral, why is nobody here? This is obviously another stunt to get you to come home." Grace's voice cut through the silence. Richard's face darkened.

Few moments later, the train rattled off momentarily into the cold evening, as though it has been waiting for her to get inside first. Some of the passengers in the cabin just pork their heads round through the windows, and started using their phones to video tape them altogether humorous with quite a humorous goodness. And It didn't even took long enough before he missed a step and fell carelessly on the track. That was a flaw he didn't actually anticipated. It was indeed very humiliating and his head spinning; as though the long forgotten pain has reemerged. The coat got tore immediately under its armpit. But he didn't notice anything besides a slight headache which was resulted from the f

No one in the train knew how to drive a train , no one could stop the train from moving , no one had an idea about it. It was a sad Moment for everyone in the train. They were all going to die and there was no need to continue the struggle. Everyone went back to their different spots crying to the heavens to help them out. It was no fun seeing the ones you love die. There were families inside the train, grandparents of different individuals , a full family too and yet no one could save the train.. Jack looked around him and all he saw people do at that moment was cry. They had no other solution other than crying and it made him scared.

If you have any information, please inform us immediately. Patrick was so shocked by the news that his phone slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the floor. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Lily as he demanded, "Lily, did you hear what they just said?" Lily’s face turned deathly pale. Her gaze flickered in fear as she stammered in a weak and trembling voice, "Mr. Hart, Madam… Madam is… dead." Before she could finish, Patrick kicked over a chair in rage. "Go investigate immediately! Find out exactly what happened!"

As the plane took off, I finally exhaled—like something heavy had snapped loose inside me. Phone on airplane mode. Eyes shut. Real sleep, at last. Sleep I'd been chasing for years. Soft music played in my ears, and for once, the past felt far away. "Hedley Hart, you're finally free," I whispered, voice shaking. For years, I'd lived in her orbit. Loved her so hard I disappeared. Even after ninety-nine rejections, I never thought about quitting.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

A purple mist floated through the doors. I had come this far. I had to see this through. I carried my bag and walked on board. The doors shut themselves and the train started to move. “Next destination: Zen Academy,” a mysterious voice said eerily. I did not see anyone else on the train. “Why weren’t there other hybrids in Seattle?” I began gathering different thoughts that were not my own. Maybe I was not the only person on this train. “Who’s there?” I asked. I did not hear a response so I tried reaching with my mind for who it could be on the other side of the train.