Ghost In Train Novels & Stories

Episode 4 – Stranger on The Train The air inside the train car was thick with the smell of stale coffee, damp wool, and the faint, metallic tang of the rails below. It was the 7:45 PM commuter express, a rolling tomb of exhausted humanity. I slumped in my seat, tie loose, staring blankly at the rain-streaked window reflecting the ghost of my own tired face. Another day, another dollar, another silent journey home to an empty apartment. That’s when she sat down opposite me.

There was a trace of fear and trepidation in that gravity; it was as if he had just seen a ghost. “I think I just saw some ghosts! I really did see some ghosts! Just now, I saw a few figures from the rearview mirror of the train. They jumped from the last wagon of the train behind us.” “Can you stop f*cking around? The train is about to reach its destination soon, and we have to work for a while. Can’t you just knock it off for a while? Stop disturbing us.” One of the crew members complained. Another crew member also followed suit and complained in agreement, “Are you high on drugs this time? Why do you keep on having hallucinations?”

I approached her and touched her shoulder. “Are you ok?” “Yeah! Nothing to worry about.” The girl gave me an awful smile. I moved near the door until I saw a reflection of a figure standing inside the train while the lights went on in a crazy state of on and off. I walked up to the window and looked out. At first, it was hard to see. As I neared the front door, I saw in my peripheral vision two small red lights moving inside the train. They looked like the eyes of some strange animal. I turned around watching someone until the figure started to move. A few feet away, I recognize it looked something like a man, and yet it didn’t. He walked to reach us and as he got nearer his physical appeara

“Mrs. Angela, we are sorry, we overheard your dialog, is it true you are leaving the shanty town?” a neighbors asked. Before she could answer another one paused a query for them “And what about our trainings? Amanda was our tutor, she used to support us a lot, my mother now comprehends the art of schooling thanks to her.” A worried voice of little boy spoke out They did not know how to retort to their inquiries. “Don’t be derailed because of my departure, I will find a way to come to you, I still hold you in my mind firmly.” She assured them.

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All a sudden we found ourselves on glass gazing directly down, onto the cathedral platform. The crimson heart dangled from its chains pulsing steady and measured. All the seats, on the ghost train were occupied now. Every passenger was us. Dressed in wedding clothes. Veils and tuxedos soaked in blood. They glanced up at us. Grinned showing an excess of teeth. Marco’s voice cracked, shattering the silence. "It’s not a memory. It’s a real-time feed. The platform lies directly beneath the restaurant. It always has.” Alexander clenched my hands hard it felt like the bones pressed against each other. "Then we head down. Finish it.”

“Every time you ride the train from now on, you’re going to get wet remembering how we turned you into our train whore.” Maya could only moan in agreement as another orgasm ripped through her. The night was far from over. More passengers from the other cars were starting to notice the noises… and wander over.

A violent, hydraulic jolt ripped through the entire length of the train as the steel wheels groaned against the tracks, slowly pulling the heavy freight train out of the phantom junction. "Move back into the shadows," Kabir hissed, his arm gently but firmly guiding Anaya away from the wooden slats. He kept his mechanical service pistol lowered but ready, his eyes locked on the sliding door as the train gained momentum. Vikram collapsed onto a pile of coarse, unrefined coal, coughing quietly into his sleeve. His cracked spectacles were sliding down his nose. "This is completely archaic," he whispered, running a hand over the wooden walls of the car. "No digital signatures, no transponders, no

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

He said while moving towards me , i started moving backwards because i didn't want him to get too close to me. "What do you want from me ?" I asked. "Wow nice question, i just want to replace you" he said and then he disappeared, i looked around but i didn't see him, i remembered that Mr Franklin said he was a ghost. "But why me?" I asked, although he was not visible but i knew he was around. "Because i am you" he said and appeared in my back. "I swear to God i will shut you off" i said in anger. "Are you crazy , you can't kill a ghost boy!" He yelled and laughed.