Ghost Stories Train Novels & Stories

Even Mira looked away. Then— the train lights shut off. Darkness swallowed everything. Tess screamed. Someone crashed into a seat. Glass shattered. Then emergency lights flashed on. Red. The windows were no longer blocked. Everyone slowly looked outside— and froze. The train wasn’t moving through tunnels anymore. It was moving through darkness. Endless darkness. And outside every window— dead faces pressed against the glass. Hundreds of them. Eyes white. Mouths open. Whispering. Begging.

A purple mist floated through the doors. I had come this far. I had to see this through. I carried my bag and walked on board. The doors shut themselves and the train started to move. “Next destination: Zen Academy,” a mysterious voice said eerily. I did not see anyone else on the train. “Why weren’t there other hybrids in Seattle?” I began gathering different thoughts that were not my own. Maybe I was not the only person on this train. “Who’s there?” I asked. I did not hear a response so I tried reaching with my mind for who it could be on the other side of the train.

Loren had already started preparing her story when Ria noticed that the clock already indicated that their next class was about to start. "Good grief! We're almost late!” Ria slapped her forehead followed by Loren who immediately looked at her cell phone and widened her eyes in shock. “You're right, Thomas had called me many times. Come on, I'll tell you the story another time." She got up and helped Ria tidy up some books. Ria immediately set aside one book and an article that she would borrow. For others she'll put back on its shelf. “There are lots of ghosts in this place. I can feel it…” Loren said while walking along the giant bookshelves with Ria.

I told OJ, who stuck her tongue out in response, and I just laughed while I kept my hands away from her as the train began moving. When we were almost reaching the first dropping point, I involuntarily reached for OJ's right hand as I stared in horror at the hell we were about to encounter and how long it would be. Oh, gosh, please help me get through this without totally dying. — "Who's the loser now, Sydee?" OJ laughed at me when we had finally got down the insane ride, and I tried to hold my sickness. "B*tch, what the f*ck? I swear, if I'm physically here, I could have fainted up there. And I feel like puking, Oj. Is this normal for a ghost?" I cursed and sat down on the bench while catch

Normally, the sound of men moving, talking, working would be a constant hum in the background, but now it’s just stillness. Ghost doesn’t say anything as we get into the car, but I can tell he’s watching me. I don’t ask what’s on his mind. I don’t want to know. The drive is quiet at first, the low rumble of the engine the only sound between us. Eventually, Ghost speaks. “You’re waiting for something to go wrong.” It’s not a question. I stare out the window. “Everything’s too calm. It doesn’t feel right.” Ghost nods slightly. “You were trained to expect betrayal. That shit doesn’t go away overnight.”

Fear gripped me fiercely. "Am I going to be taken too"? asking myself as I await whoever is to come and take me away. Instead, they all moved past me. "Wait, what"? "What's going on? Looking suspiciously at the train of people moving past me, I waited for the voice to call out to me. "Fucking walk faster, slaves"! He said, wiping the woman next to him. I flinched at how much she was wiped. And, I'm beginning to think I'm a ghost. It's said that you can't see ghosts with the naked eye as they are spirits. Or probably, it's too dark to see I'm there.

"What else but for my personal entertainment? Gotcha, bud!" Vayu broke into a laughter so loud it echoed across the train. Lars clutched Vayu's collar and shook him around in playful anger for it. They all had a good laugh about it and, Lars did feel silly coming up with such conclusions. Their journey had developed so wildly from encountering 'ghostly' woman in white into meeting a djinn in Astral Realm and now riding a ghost train. Lars still couldn't fully grasp how everything turned out like that. "Anyway," Vayu said. Lars immediately knew what follows. "Now can you tell me about all that?"

As the plane took off, I finally exhaled—like something heavy had snapped loose inside me. Phone on airplane mode. Eyes shut. Real sleep, at last. Sleep I'd been chasing for years. Soft music played in my ears, and for once, the past felt far away. "Hedley Hart, you're finally free," I whispered, voice shaking. For years, I'd lived in her orbit. Loved her so hard I disappeared. Even after ninety-nine rejections, I never thought about quitting.

Cecily grabbed my hand and started hurrying into the restaurant. I wasn't sure if I was seeing things, but when I headed up the stairs, I thought I saw a familiar figure. However, I didn't think much of it. I figured it was a figment of my imagination as a result of dashing around too quickly. It was more important for us to find the private room Ian had booked. … Wendy covered her mouth. Her eyes pooled with tears as she felt a wave of joy. It was as if she'd finally regained something she'd lost.

We drove in silence, neither of us really saying much of anything. The sky was pitch black, and the moon was hidden behind thick clouds. The streetlights flashed as we passed. I could feel chills creeping up my spine the closer we got to the Red Hollow Industrial Zone. When we got there, I decided that it looked like the kind of place people disappeared in. It was filled with old buildings that had broken windows. There was rotting metal everywhere. The train station looked as dilapidated as structures could get. The paint was peeling, and most of the roof had caved in. It looked like the kind of place ghosts lived.