Ghost Stories Train Novels & Stories

< Nina > “This is 12 Quartz Square Bound C Express train. The next stop is Dawn City. Stand clear of the closing door, please.” Just one more stop. I have been moving from one train to another and it’s the very first time I’ve been in many places. The last two trains I’ve ridden are packed with people like sardines in a tin. For the entire trip on this last train, I’ve been standing and holding the pole, while my other hand is carrying my travel bag. My hand is getting numb thanks to its weight.

Luckily, Willie discouraged Granny Emma to come with them that's why she wont attend. The train was on Stockport Railway Station, it was all set there, Sam was in the pilot's chair with Zelbert and his father. Sam didn't brought a lot of men on his train because he's confident that this will end like they expected, but has no idea about Jim and Willie's double-crossing him. All the rooms are empty except for the 8th and the last one because Lucas, Gerald, Eliza and Lucius where there with the powders, barrels with gasses inside and explosive then guarded by Sam's men. They will start burning the train when they'll notice that they're going in a different direction. Some of Sam's acted as the

They were on the last train for the day, and it was also a rush hour,the two of them were crammed up against the window there. Gianna looked out the window, and suddenly, for a split second, her eyes glazed over! Scott's head was right in front of her, and she moved his head out of the way, desperately looking out. Scott murmured."What is it?" Gianna's face was horrified, "I think I just saw a ghost!" Scott frowned: "Are you kidding me?There's no such thing as ghosts." But Gianna was sure of what she saw. She saw someone who was supposed to be dead.

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.

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."

A grey pick up truck halted metres away from a 10 foot tall rotten old gate. It had cobwebs and all kind of nasty stuff on it as it guarded a one storey tall house behind it. The house was a perfect example of a haunted house. It had cobwebs literally everywhere. The windows that were shut close. The roof. Everywhere! Five teenagers were seated inside the truck - three guys and two girls - who were there for one thing. Adventure. "Okay, guys. We're here." Mark, the guy in the driver seat turned and spoke to the rest sitting in the back seat.

CHUG… CHUG…The antiquated train groaned as it thundered through the mountain tunnel, the roar of the wind a desperate, harrowing shriek in the metal carriage. Skylar "Skye" Vance snapped her eyes open. Her vision was instantly blinded by a hostile flash of light. The ceaseless, jarring rattle and grinding friction of the train wheels beneath her sent a wave of agonizing vertigo through her system, creating a moment of terrifying, disorienting unreality.

The doors hissed shut, and with a shudder the world began to move again. Lena sat opposite me, her hands folded over the worn leather strap of her bag. The faint tremor in her fingers told me she was trying to look calmer than she felt. She caught me watching and offered a small, crooked smile. “You keep staring like that and I’ll start charging for tickets.” “Wouldn’t be the first time you overcharged me,” I said. Her smile widened, and for a moment we were just two people teasing each other on a train instead of fugitives carrying the last key to something the world wasn’t ready to remember. But then the rhythm of the rails brought me back to what we were really doing—chasing ghosts again.

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.

“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.