Novelas y relatos de Ghost Stories Train

The spooky decorations at the outside and the loud thundering sound from the inside draw my brows furrowed. With excitement filling her big grey eyes, Daniella smiles at me as she holds my hand, “Come on!” once again, she pulls me in. Following the staff’s lead, we walk past the gate with the free tickets and come into the station. When we come in, we see connected cars on the track. They are all built resembling old wooden barrels, a little larger than the regular size. The barrels are built with benches, providing stable seats to their riders. We eye the route along the track to find that the track leads the wooden barrels towards a pair of huge old wooden doors painted with huge creepy ey

Slowly she summoned the courage, looking up at the loud gigantic passing figure which had been passing the whole time and never seemed to have an end. The train was a shipment filled with livestock of different kinds and crops. First the fondant smells of rotten fruits filled the air. Ranging from mango to pineapples and bananas, and then thick smell of cattle dung overshadowed it. Floating materials scattered all over the sky as open carriages of hay flew by. Soon the line of connected railway cars had passed with Bon Voyage written boldly at back of the last carriage. She sat there watching the long vehicle zooming down the railway and out of sight, her eyes kept on scanning both ends of t

She had been skeptical of Aeternum’s supposed advancements, but the sight before her shattered all preconceptions. "By the gods," she whispered, watching as an enormous train pulled into the station. It was unlike any horse-drawn carriage she had ever seen. The massive iron machine hissed, releasing steam, and the crowd cheered as passengers disembarked. A young noble from the Hallerus Kingdom, Lord Donovan, sneered. "This… this is unnatural. No magic? No horses? This must be some elaborate illusion." A nearby merchant overheard and laughed. "Oh, it’s real, alright. And the best part? The ride is smooth and fast. You should try it."

His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories. "It's getting dark , take this book and go read it " he said and gave me the strange old looking book. "Thank you sir, i have much appreciated your help" i said. Now i knew what it was all about, all those confusions were caused by him, my ghost clone. It was night already and the time was 7: 15 pm . I had to rush home , it was not safe for me to be lonely at this time. When i was passing by a certain basement , i heard a woman crying for help, i stopped to trace where the voice was coming from but the moment i stopped the voice also stopped, i started walking then i heard the woman yelling

The man in the olive T-shirt was the first to appear, then the woman wearing the dark glasses and mustard sundress and finally the young woman with the pierced nose: all using different access points, all looking for us. Blanche glanced up at me in desperation. "What are we going to do?" "Stay calm," I say. Platform seven, filled with a rush of air, accompanied by the sound of electricity rattling through the track in front of us. The sound volume escalated as the red train, with HIGH BARNET VIA BANK, emblazoned in bright yellow lettering on the front carriage, clattered into view, its brakes squealing as it slowly came to a halt. "MIND THE GAP! MIND THE GAP!" Announced an electronic voice o

The stench of death followed as they ventured deeper into the forest. Jennet stood before the massive red gate; a mirror with water on the surface. The water swirled in all directions, making one have a headache the longer one looked at it. Something about the gate felt off. "Is this the West Gate?" she asked. "It is," replied Horan. "It changes appearance from time to time." "No wonder..." she murmured. Horan glanced, surprised. "Have you been expecting this?" Without looking at him, she responded, "No, but it felt unsettling that this feels so familiar."

“Just want to drive without stopping—” The light went green. “You can go now, darling,” she said. He rolled forward— —and the road train hit them. It arrived like an iron verdict. Metal screamed. Tyres detonated. The truck spun—once, twice—fuel lines tore, and fire bloomed into the sky. Glassflowered. People screamed. The road train’s cab hissed and ticked, cooling in the sudden quiet. From inside, a ghost of music bled out: Linkin Park, “What I’ve Done.”

Once they stepped outside, Lucas angrily threw the fake money on the ground. “Damn it! How dare they trick me?!” Meanwhile, I was secretly watching the whole scene and laughing my head off! … The following day, while Lucas was sleepy, I pretended to speak casually and said, “I heard there’s a big bag of money near the third pillar at the lakeside gazebo. It’s about to get ruined in the water.” When he jolted awake, I slipped into the crowd unnoticed. Lucas excitedly told Zoe about the news. She hesitated a bit after yesterday’s fiasco, but he insisted, saying an opportunity like this would not come again. They had to go and check things out for themselves.

"The two timelines have collapsed into a single consensus reality. The cage is gone, but the memories of the cage remain." A sudden sound shattered the morning silence—the distant, echoing blast of a train horn down in the valley. It wasn't the sleek, magnetic-levitation transports used by Chronomos logistics, but the distinct, rhythmic chug-chug of a traditional steam-powered locomotive moving along the historic Kalka-Shimla toy train track.

Adeline moved fast. Within a day, my younger sister was bound and dumped in a deserted outskirts area. Around her lay piles of wood, drenched in pungent gasoline. My sister struggled frantically, but the ropes held her tight. Then Adeline appeared, dressed in a striking red gown. For a brief moment, my sister's eyes lit up with recognition—then quickly shifted to terrified concern. "Adeline! What are you doing here? You have to run—it's dangerous here!"