Ghost In Train Novels & Stories

A fifth silhouette stood alone on the platform. Motionless. Watching the train. Its face was hidden beneath a wide-brimmed black hat. No one had seen it arrive. The voice returned. "Passengers: Five." The train doors slammed shut. The doors locked with a heavy metallic thud. No handle moved. No emergency release appeared. The train had made its decision. Adrian stared through the fogged window at the lone figure on the platform. It hadn't moved. It simply stood beneath the dim station lights, one gloved hand resting on the handle of an old leather suitcase.

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

Martinez jerked at her voice, he turned his head once—with death instinct, looked her in the eye with a smile. Blood foamed from his lips—but he raised his hand to his forehead. Breanna had run to catch him, but covering the two step distance, she saw him land—right in front of an oncoming train. The body didn’t bounce. It was sucked under, like paper. Blood exploded across the tracks like oil spray. The sound was deafening. The crunch of bones, the whine of metal on flesh, the pop of the skull splitting open. A leg flung twenty feet. One hand hung from the front of the train like a macabre hood ornament, while his brain matter flung like thrown meat onto Breanna's face.

After a two-hour flight, I finally arrived in Jasperton. Before my flight took off, Gemma texted me and said she arranged for someone to pick me up because she was worried I wouldn't be able to find the research lab myself. Plenty of people were waiting at the arrival hall, but after searching multiple times, I didn't see anyone holding up a sign with my name. I was just about to call Gemma and ask if the person she'd sent had arrived when I heard a youthful, feminine voice calling out behind me.

After Lynn got rich, she started to spend frivolously. She even came to brag about her limited edition branded bag to me. “Harper, we should find a good place for our vacation!” I was not listening to what she was saying. The bodyguard escorted her to the train. It was only after Lynn boarded the train that she felt that something was wrong. She took out her phone to make a call, but I tossed it out of the train window. “The scenery is beautiful. Isn’t it nice to just admire it?” I looked out the window.

A rain of bullets pelted the side of the train, a ring of metallic echoes clattered through the small cabin. A white hot ghost fire flared in his right thigh, but then was gone. He grasped his leg to keep the blood in, but there was none. After the next rain of gunfire, he pushed the bags out the window and shot a blue fireball into the side of the train wall which melted a hole large enough for him to squeeze through.

Silence. No footsteps. No shadow. Just the muted hum of the train. The faint smell of steel and cold. Then came the sound of the tunnel ending ...light returning through the cracks. I looked at her. She looked at me. and then I knew Eliza would do something stupid

Everything about that bus screamed 'money'. 'What a sumptuous bus this is. I wonder how its interior is?' He couldn't help but admire the fine grand bus which was colored in red. After all, this was his old habit. To appreciate the beauty no matter if it belonged to a person or even a thing. Suddenly, the glass of one of the windows of the other bus slid open, and someone emerged out of it. "Aye! Yooo!! If it isn't the poor and miserable Ghost Busters team!? Eh!?" A guy with black hair tied in a ponytail with a patchy beard came into everyone's view as they heard his mocking voice.

I hop on the train and find my way to the back. All the seats are occupied, so I resort to standing in an equally crowded spot. People troop in, dressed for the season. An asian couple, a grumpy granny… a big man in a black top and faded black pants, with a ghost mask. My eyes follow him as he walks down the crowded aisle. I try not to run out, terrified. ‘It's not an actual ghost, Isla.’ I mumble, gripping tight on the pole tightly. The speaker announces as the train’s door shuts and our trip starts.