Ghost Stories Train Novels & Stories

She said, but the case was crystal clear. "No, am serious about this Henry needs your help." "Thats a lie." "No its true." "I believe her, she's telling the truth. That ghost still hasn't crossed over to the other side in almost three hundred years." Charles second said. "I agree. We must leave for Greenville." Another says. Melanie also agreed to know more. "The Star Gazers has tracked down a couple of ghosts and found them heading to the west. Normally I wouldn't suspect them, but none has crossed over to the other side and to top it all, Zonal Coordinators has gone missing."

She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue into her mouth. It was a strange phenomenon. Ghosts could not be touched or seen by normal people. But the custom of a ghost marriage binds a couple in such a way, that they can invoke passions in each other as well. Chaerin felt desire, sexual attraction and felt every touch of Joonjae's.

No wonder Fox never bothered to communicate with them; they’re all just assholes. Gritting my teeth, I ignored their whispers as best as I could. If this train didn’t come soon, I was going to wrap my hands around someone’s neck, and not in the good way. As if my thoughts had called it, the train’s whistle filled the air. I held my hand up, telling them to hold, and despite their whispers, they listened to me. I held my hand up, still letting the front of the train pass us.

We took a look inside, vine had decorated the entire train, it looked like it was pushed out of the train tracks as it was out of the tracks and inside the bushes. Walking further in, Adonis stuttered “the hell” he said in shock “What is that?” lukas asked, upon stumbling on it his face carried a worried look, we all saw that there where about four skeletons laying on the ground. Standing and observing, Henry yelled from outside, “guys you might want to see this” a sense of urgency laced through his voice.

As the group gathered, the moon cast long shadows over the water, their breaths heavy with heaves of exhaustion. The ghost led them through a maze of abandoned tunnels as they emerged in a secluded dockyard on the city's outskirts. The aftermath of their narrow escape left them battered but determined with fighting zeal. "I didn’t think I’d see you again." Dino turned to The Ghost, his former trainer, a man dipped in legend and mystery. "You always had a habit of attracting trouble, Dino. I felt you’d need a way out." The ghost smirked, his rugged face unreadable.

Their glowing amber eyes locked directly onto the carriage windows, tracking the train as if it were trapped prey. At the very front of the pack, standing tall upon a moss-covered boulder, was a colossal silver-furred beast. Its head turned toward her window, and a bone-chilling shiver raced down Angela's spine. The beast let out a low, rumbling growl that vibrated straight through the steel hull of the train. They weren't just delayed. They were being hunted. And as the train shuddered to a final, dead stop in the middle of nowhere, Angela realized her true nightmare was only just beginning.

asked Erika, who pretended to be getting tired. "Oh, I'm sorry, madam. We've arrived at the proper carriage. You can sit on bench number 21. Incidentally, tonight the train passengers are not as many as usual, even tend to be very quiet. I don't even know what caused it. Maybe because the weather in Westlake was getting darker and colder by the day. So no one is willing to come or travel out." A single figure of black shadow like fog swept away by the wind rushed above the high-speed train carriage. The shadow was Randall, who changed his form and merged with the mist.

The Mechanical Logic of the "Ghost-Train" Ethan led them to an abandoned "Analog" freight yard—a "Labyrinth" of rusted steel and "Broken" boxcars. Here, a "Recycled" mag-lev track sat idle, bypassed by the "Sovereign" years ago in favor of "Zero-Point" transit.

Every step tightened the pressure behind his sternum, pulling him deeper. “You always hated this place,” Vex’s voice echoed suddenly, smooth and amused. “Said it smelt like ghosts.” Riven stopped. The voice came from everywhere and nowhere—reverberating through tunnels, bleeding through walls. “Funny thing,” Vex continued. “Turns out ghosts don’t leave. They just change shape.” Riven’s jaw set. “Show yourself.” Laughter rippled through the dark. Lights flickered to life one by one, revealing a massive junction chamber ahead—old control panels, broken signal boards, and cables hanging like exposed veins.

“Every time you ride the train from now on, you’re going to get wet remembering how we turned you into our train whore.” Maya could only moan in agreement as another orgasm ripped through her. The night was far from over. More passengers from the other cars were starting to notice the noises… and wander over.