Ghost Stories Train Novels & Stories

If you have any information, please inform us immediately. Patrick was so shocked by the news that his phone slipped from his grasp and crashed onto the floor. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Lily as he demanded, "Lily, did you hear what they just said?" Lily’s face turned deathly pale. Her gaze flickered in fear as she stammered in a weak and trembling voice, "Mr. Hart, Madam… Madam is… dead." Before she could finish, Patrick kicked over a chair in rage. "Go investigate immediately! Find out exactly what happened!"

"Belle is dead, but you're the one who's guilty. You fell for her, didn't you? You didn't even realize it, but you loved her." I listened to their exchange, and it all seemed like some sick joke. Grayson loving me? That was the most absurd thing I had ever heard. Grayson locked Alice and kept her starved for three days, only giving her water to keep her alive. I found the whole thing too ridiculous. Late regrets and empty affection were worth less than dirt. While I was still alive, he treated me like garbage, and now, dead as I was, it felt like this charade was put on for the benefit of ghosts.

And for a while, speculation about Princess Maeve died down. Now, she’s all anyone can talk about. And I had the pleasure of coming face to face with her. The train pulls into the station right on time, and I board, but it’ll be a while before I’m allowed to close myself into the private overnight room. I choose a seat in the farthest car, where I end up being the only passenger for the first two stops before the train departs Moonrise and the surrounding cities completely and dives into the heavily forested border between Moonrise and the Roguelands. I’m just starting to fall asleep when something smashes against the window directly beside my head. I startle, turning my head to watch a litt

As the old players panicked, the new souls were at a loss for words, but still, they proceeded, walking out one after the other. With everyone out, the train wiggled into the distance, knowing it would come back to pick them up after the door was completed. Thick fog hovered all over them, with no way to see past the other players. In the distance, ambulance sirens rang; faint sobbing echoed, and then a loud crash that made the ground tremble. “What is happening?” Laura whispered. “Shhh,” Aria and Kelly hissed at once. Faint voices echoed in the distance.

They chat, bubbly and cheerful. 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 lady in a pumpkin… a big man in a black hoodie 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 tightly on the pole.

Our footsteps echoed slightly. “Luck is on our side, Carl. There’s a train already here.” As the door behind us automatically resealed itself noisily, I focused on the red train in front of us. It looked like a high speed magnetic train one might find in Japan or Europe, not some American Amtrak passenger train. There were six train cars. The first five looked unoccupied. The sixth car looked very full. “Don’t stare at the occupants of the rear car, Carl. Try to walk as normally as you can and pretend you’re not injured. It is important that you and I look as nonchalant as possible.”

He tells me his name “Professor Brendan Harley and He looks away like he avoids us, and he is afraid to get near to somebody. I feel a sense of déjà vu like meeting strangers from the past but I’m not sure about it. Anyway, I finished my impression; so that’s how it ended and they mind their own business while waiting for their stopover until something weird happened. As I shifted my position to try to get a better sense of how beautiful the city outside. The light keeps on flashing as someone switches it on and off. We stared up at the lights and something chilled in my spine, an eerie feeling that said “Get out from the train RIGHT NOW!!!!” I shook off the feeling and stay calm in my seat

" Rehash , confused. She mouths those two letters once more, more than quickly eAngelge a considerably more peculiar commotion from her mouth. It is with regard to the tremor and whistle of a train, similar sounds that I heard two nights in my room, only this time it does not ascend step by step in volume, however, it quickly thunders in my eardrums unequivocally. I cover my ears in a vain effort to stun the embarrassing whistle. I see my two companions, but I don't see them or any other individual. Over time, everyone has disappeared, with the exception of the unusual lady. Everything begins to shake, as if it were an earthquake.

Even if she did, she'd blame it on the wind. "Ghost?" Sharon was becoming concerned, "I thought you don't believe in such things?" "Really? Oh, em." Geneva cleared her throat and spoke confidently, "that's true, I am not scared by flimsy things such as ghooosts!" The last word Sharon heard was the word 'ghosts' being screamed into her eardrums before she heard nothing else. The phone had fallen and disassembled and the call, disconnected.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.