Ghost In Train Novels & Stories

My breath misted in front of me as I ascended the cold steel steps onto the train. The train was warm but stifling inside. I settled into a seat at the back, by the window, where I could keep an eye on the entrance. As the train jolted forward, the scenery outside morphed into a blur of gray and brown, but I couldn’t let my guard down. My senses were heightened; every noise felt amplified—the screech of the brakes, the rustling of newspapers, the soft hum of conversations. And then I spotted him. Finn.

What she was sure of was that the other party was aware of being followed, you could tell from the driver constantly adjusting the rearview mirror. Even though the meeting went well, one person was still asking, "What's up with Damon? He was perfectly fine and then went crazy?" "He said there were ghosts on the train," the woman replied as Amelia had said, "It was like a nightmare, shouting that those children were all coming to find him." The other person turned the steering wheel and said, "The kids are doing well now, he just worried too much." Another one sneered and said, "The thing we fear the least is ghosts. Are you sure there are no other situations?"

Alice had always been a thorn between us—sharp, immovable, impossible to ignore or remove. I looked at Grayson now and wondered: if he knew I was dead, would he feel relieved that he was finally free of me? Grayson's phone rang. He answered it, not bothering to put it on speaker. I drifted closer, curious. Could it be someone calling to report my death? I studied his face intently, waiting to see his reaction when he learned I was gone. But when I glanced at the screen, I froze. The caller ID displayed my name. The voice that came through the line was unmistakably mine.

“Will you… be here tomorrow night?” Vinny chuckled softly. “For you, doll? I’ll ride this train forever.” As the first light of dawn touched the compartment, the ghostly presence began to fade. Leo closed his eyes, already looking forward to the next night on the Midnight Limited. Some legends, it turned out, were very, very real.

The only sound left in the room was his heavy, rhythmic breathing. Suddenly, the cabin door slid open. Stevie was back, and his presence seemed to shatter the odd tension in the room. I scrambled to my feet, grabbed a change of clothes from my bag, and headed for the restroom. … There wasn't much to do on the train, so after dinner, we all turned in early. The walls in the cabin were thin, and it wasn't long before an argument broke out in the neighboring cabin. The noise woke Faye, and she insisted on swapping bunks with Gaston, claiming the upper bunk would be quieter.

Felix came back. “I am killing everyone on this train, including the captain. It's all a plot by whoever is controlling this train, they say that there is no trace of her ever being on this train and that I am hallucinating. The boarding tickets? That too has no record of her. No scent, nothing. Even the registration for the room has been erased, they say the fucking cabin was never booked. Vinx wants the train stop moving but guess what? It is run by a system and that captain is an AI with orders not to stop the train."

Mrs Johnson complained. Cassandra looked at her mother in disbelief, "You used the stairs?" She asked not hiding her shock. With a plastic bottle of water in her hand, Mrs Johnson looked up at her daughter, "Hell yeah child!, you don't expect me entering into one of those moving trains that might get me stuck if any failure goes on" she snapped. Cassandra burst out laughing, "Oh mother, it is called an elevator and not moving trains" she said in between laughters. Mrs Johnson took a gulp of water and looked up at her daughter, "I don't care what you children of this generation call it but they scare the shit out of me".

Ting. The train left Guadalupe Station8 collecting more of Garoy’s ilk, work-tired and sleepy, the Garonoids. Then back to the strange lady stare-kissing the sun, back to Garoy’s scratching his gluteus maximus. Tang.The Garonoids behind them seemed like an on-off light bulb in their stressed shell-light. As the train stopped, they were switched on as if awareness were to penetrate their system. And when motion pedalled, their inner sky of sleep once again shut.

"How...strange." "It appears the train has arrived." He continued, and I turned my head to see the spectacle that had everyone cheering. The train was blacker than the night, shaped like a long bullet. The color wasn't flat by any means, but set with brilliant shimmers and sparkles. The sight reminded me of the night sky. Dark, endless, yet beautiful. The long windows were tinted with a dark film, blocking the inside of the train from sight. The train hissed as it came to a stop, two sliding doors positioned right where I stood.

For reasons unknown, even though I know who he's referring to, I don't move from the train tracks until Trent runs up the span and Juana follows. I assist his ascension, then at which point he shakes my hand to speed up my developments and being firmly followed by Peter, we scramble to reach Trento, who takes cover behind one of the segments. We do the same thing, just sticking the head out to the point of seeing what happens. The neighing of the ponies reverberates in my ears, as does the accompanying series of thunderclaps, both sounding off rapidly as a mist of green smoke suddenly appears on the rails, which I reason is something of a haunted entrance. when I see three apparition riders