It was a typical Wednesday evening when I decided to take the shortcut home through the abandoned train station. I had heard the rumors about the place being haunted, but I figured it was just a bunch of kids trying to scare tourists.
As I walked through the empty platform, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I quickened my pace, telling myself it was just my imagination.
But as I turned the corner, I came face to face with a group of teenagers. They were huddled around a rickety old train, their faces twisted into expressions of pure terror.
“Don’t go in there,” one of them warned, her voice shaking. “It’s not safe.”
I brushed off their warning and approached the train, intrigued by the graffiti that covered its rusted metal exterior. I couldn’t resist the temptation to explore, figuring that it was probably just some old abandoned freight train.
As I stepped inside, I was greeted by a musty smell and the sound of creaking metal. The carriages were empty, except for a few discarded newspapers and broken benches.
I was about to turn back when I heard a noise from the next carriage. It sounded like someone was in trouble.
I followed the sound and found myself in a dimly lit carriage, where I saw a woman struggling to break free from the grasp of a man.
I didn’t hesitate for a second. I ran towards them and tackled the man to the ground, freeing the woman from his grasp.
She thanked me and introduced herself as Lucy. She had been waiting for the train to take her home when the man attacked her.
We quickly realized that we were stuck on the train, as the doors were locked from the outside. The man had fled, leaving us alone and stranded.
As the night wore on, strange things began to happen. The temperature dropped and the lights flickered. We heard strange noises and saw shadows moving in the corners of our eyes.
We tried to find a way to escape, but it was no use. It was as if the train itself was holding us captive.
As dawn approached, we heard the sound of footsteps outside. We hoped that it was someone who could help us, but instead, we were confronted by a group of survivors who had also been trapped on the train.
They told us that the train was haunted by the ghosts of those who had died aboard it, and that we were now part of their twisted game.
We spent the next few days huddled together, trying to find a way to escape. But it was no use. We were trapped, forced to play by the ghosts’ rules.
As the days turned into weeks, we began to lose hope. It seemed that we would never be able to leave the train alive.
But then, something unexpected happened. One of the ghosts approached us and offered to help us escape. It was the ghost of a little girl, who had died on the train years ago.
She led us to a secret compartment where we found a way out. We followed her instructions and managed to escape just as the train was about to depart for its next destination.
We emerged from the train, battered and traumatized but alive. It had been a harrowing experience, one that I would never forget.
As we made our way home, we couldn’t help but wonder what other dangers awaited us in the world. But we knew that we were stronger now, having survived the horrors of the Demon Train.