Ghost Train (Midnight horror story of lost souls): Have you ever heard of a train that arrives at midnight and takes passengers who are never seen again? Many believe it’s just a myth, but what if it’s real? This is the chilling tale of a man who boarded a mysterious train, only to find himself trapped in a nightmare.
I heard many stories about the Ghost Train, but I never believed them. People in my town talked about it in low voices, a train that came at midnight and took people away. Those people were never seen again. I thought it was just a story to scare children. But I was wrong.
That night, I missed the last train home. The train station was empty. The clock on the wall showed it was almost midnight. The air was cold, even though it was summer. I sat on the bench, I was waiting, hoping for another train. Then, I heard a sound, a train whistle in the silence.
A train arrived at the station. It was old and rusty. The windows were dark. The doors opened with a soft sound, but no one came out. The station was still empty. I was scared, but walking home alone in the dark was worse. I stepped inside.
The train smelled like dust and something bad, like rotten food. The seats were torn. The lights were weak and flickering. I walked through the train, looking for other passengers. There was no one.
The doors closed behind me. The train started moving.
I sat near the window and looked outside. The station had disappeared. But something was not right. The world outside looked strange. The buildings were blurry and twisted. The streets were empty. No cars, no people. Only darkness everywhere.
I turned to look at the other compartments. My heart beat fast. The train was much longer than it looked from the outside. Rows and rows of seats went on without end. I walked forward, calling out, but no one answered. My voice disappeared in the silence.
Then, I saw them.
People were sitting in their seats. They were not moving. Their faces were pale. Their eyes were open but empty. Their clothes were old and covered in dust. I moved closer to one of them. I touched his shoulder. His body turned to ash.
Fear took over me. I ran back to my seat, my hands shaking. The train moved faster. I hit the doors, trying to open them. But they did not move.
The lights flickered. A whisper filled the air. A soft, empty voice. It spoke my name.
I turned slowly. At the far end of the train, something was there. A shadow, tall and thin, moving towards me. Its eyes were glowing in the dark.
I screamed.
The next thing I knew, I was on the station bench. The sun was rising. The train was gone.
I ran home, my legs were shaking. I told no one about the incident which happened to me. But I knew the truth.
The Ghost Train was real. And next time, I might not wake up.