Ghost In Train Novels & Stories

But not even a long, lingering kiss could quell this nagging feeling in my belly. ~~ Ghost patiently waited for me in a cafe outside the train station, nursing a cup of coffee, probably his second, and an empty plate. “Sorry, I’m late.” I pulled the wooden chair across from him. A server instantly came to the table, taking my order. He shrugged. “It’s fine.” “Where’s Rain?” I asked, looking for her girlfriend. “Paying Amanda a visit,” Ghost murmured, typing on his phone, and soon mine pinged with a new notification.

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.

For real? “God, am I really destined to die today?” I sobbed. I decided to surrender my life to the nearing death. I closed my eyes and embraced myself with the fear creeping inside me. There are things we can’t stop from happening — and this is one of those I guess. My heart thudded as I heard the train coming closer. I waited for the hit but it became silent all of a sudden. Am I already dead? Curious of the silence, I opened my left eye to have a peek of what might have happened. My eyes almost popped out when I saw the train frozen just a few inches away from me.

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.

"He said that this train wasn't like the one he took and that he didn't know his way around. "Lodetown wasn't his initial destination, but he only realized that he'd taken the wrong train when he'd arrived there, so he took the train I boarded to Janovin. He came here in search of someone." Aria asked, "Did he tell you where he was from?" "Why couldn't you ask him yourself, young lady?" Colin was confused. Aria whispered, "You know, all spirits lose their memories right after they die, unless they're enlightened."

asked Erika, who pretended to be getting tired. "Oh, I'm sorry, madam. We've arrived at the proper carriage. You can sit on bench number 21. Incidentally, tonight the train passengers are not as many as usual, even tend to be very quiet. I don't even know what caused it. Maybe because the weather in Westlake was getting darker and colder by the day. So no one is willing to come or travel out." A single figure of black shadow like fog swept away by the wind rushed above the high-speed train carriage. The shadow was Randall, who changed his form and merged with the mist.

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?"

They needed a breakthrough—fast. The Missing Piece As the team debated their next move, Ayesha’s phone buzzed. She glanced at the unknown number and hesitated before answering. "Ayesha Malik," a distorted voice spoke. She stiffened. "Who is this?" A low chuckle. "Let’s just say I know where the Ghost is hiding. And I’m willing to help you—for a price." Adrian frowned, moving closer to listen. "What do you want?" Ayesha asked. The voice was calm, almost amused. "Meet me alone at the old train station in one hour. Bring no one, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll get what you want."

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.

I needed to find out the truth. I went out to buy a microcamera and placed it on the windowsill. The curtains covered part of it, but it could still record clearly enough. I didn't entirely trust Gianna's words, but I needed to know what had happened to me. Night finally came, but I wasn't sure if Sebastian would return tonight. He'd been so busy lately. Then, I heard the sound of a car being locked downstairs. I quickly slipped on my slippers and ran to the window. The night was dark, and Sebastian, wearing a coat, seemed to be in a hurry.