Ghost Stories Train Novels & Stories

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.

"But I will have the Heart. And when we meet again, brother... I will take the rest of you." Meanwhile, in the tunnels beneath the city, Jack Sterling was looking at a different kind of horror. The team had reached a ventilation shaft overlooking a secret underground loading dock. It was a massive cavern, lit by harsh sodium lights. In the center sat the Ghost Train. It was a beast of a machine. Armored black steel, windowless, with a cow-catcher that looked like a jagged set of teeth. It hummed with magnetic levitation power. But it wasn't the train that made Olivia gasp. It was the cargo.

I try to relate them, interconnect the approaches between them to find out what they mean. No one but me can see or hear them, that is the super brand that they share for all intents and purposes; then, at that moment, it follows that the three of them suddenly appear and make me believe that I am turning. None of them solitary said that it had any kind of association, however, with each of the three I have heard a train. trains. There are no trains on Ramiro Red. Neither freight nor substantially fewer passengers.

Beecher obviously had his eyes trained on it too as he veered the car towards it. They approached to find the fossils of a train. Lurching to one side in places, the train appeared to have been sitting for decades. Blue, the color of Aquina’s hair, had been graffitied in places in words no one could decipher. The tracks beneath the train had decayed and railroad ties poked up in random places in the sand. “There’s more rust here than on our old jalopy,” Aquina heckled as she gestured to their borrowed car.

When they arrived there, the lean man was in a grim reaper dress, opening the gate for them as they entered the train to the underground cave. They entered as the light was dim, the train had been going slowly, gulping very hard as the train was meeting with bumps which made Nathaniel flinch. Nathaniel cringed when heard any creaking sound the train made. Suddenly a dangling skeleton slid out of the darkness which made him screamed terrified.

Seeing that, Aria said nothing. However, the necklace was clearly beneficial. Spirits were already beginning to move toward them despite none being visible within a mile just moments earlier. Typically, spirits at the train station were travelers. After death, some continued on their way, unaware of their fate, while others tried to inform their families of their passing. One such spirit, a man carrying a parcel, hurriedly approached. "Excuse me, I'm running out of time. I need to get back to my family and tell them where I am."

Coral walked us around the cave’s exterior, which turned out to be part of a larger body of land called Staffa. We took a ferry to a larger island called Mull, then she and Griff took turns driving a hire car all the way to Glasgow, where Coral planned on taking the Phileas Express—a supernatural train service that traveled the world. The sun had set by the time we reached the station, and Trevor had fallen asleep. All the seated tickets were sold out for the express to London Central, and the next train was also sold out and wouldn’t arrive for another twenty-four hours. The woman behind the counter took pity on Trevor and sold us the last two first-class sleeper cabins at a steep discount.

Was she dead? All this explains why the bus didn't stop, people didn't reply to her when she waved. They couldn't see her, that was why she was found in the cemetery. Austin stared at her and took a step back, this revelation alone almost blew up his mind. She was with a Ghost? Why can he see a ghost? "Oh my God," he muttered with his voice shaking, he ran past his brother and went into his room. He locked his door quickly, trying to stop Tasha or his brother from getting in.

She was quite suspicious but I guess it was my luck she didn’t do anything about it. The train ride was a quiet one. I remembered my tiny head leaning against the window from outside the train with my eyes wide with fear and hope as our father whispered empty promises. “Dad says it’s for the best… I’m gonna miss you.“ I closed my eyes. I didn’t cry. Not this time. The train had gotten into the New Moon Pack’s borders by midday. My body tensed the moment I stepped off. I expected a bullet in my back. But it never came.

It’s the last good one left. An X graces my screen. I breathe in a sigh of relief. The last two people gasp, and one starts crying. Wait, are they both leaving? Much to my surprise, they both get off the train, greeted by the people outside. Warm coats are placed over their shoulders. The train leaves again. Realisation hits me, once the train glides through the last good station, not bothering to stop. I’m the last one on the train, heading straight toward Time’s territory.