One stormy night, I decided to take the midnight train from the old station on the outskirts of town. People said it was haunted, but I was too curious to pass it up.

As I boarded the train, it felt like a ghost town on wheels. There were only a few passengers, and the atmosphere was downright scary. I found a seat near the back and ignored the creepy vibe.

A few minutes into the journey, I saw a shadowy figure reflected in the window. When I turned around, I saw a man dressed in old-fashioned clothes sitting a few rows behind me. He looked like he belonged in a black-and-white movie. I blinked, and he was gone.

Then the train jolted, and I heard footsteps coming down the aisle. I thought it was the conductor, but when I looked up, there was no one there. The footsteps stopped right by my seat, and a cold breeze swept past me. My heart started pounding. Something was wrong.

As we neared the next station, the lights flickered. Suddenly, the train came to an abrupt stop, and all the passengers vanished. One second, they were there, and the next, they were gone. I was alone. The doors opened, and I stumbled out into a deserted station. The train disappeared behind me without a trace.

Later, I found out that the train I had taken had crashed in a tragic accident a century ago. The ghostly passengers and the mysterious conductor were spirits trapped in an endless loop, reliving their final journey.

I woke up suddenly, drenched in sweat, back in my own bed. I could still hear the phantom train’s whistle echoing in my ears. The dream felt so real, but it was just a haunting dream.

Laura Thompson is a writer who specializes in recounting real-life paranormal experiences. With a background in investigative journalism, Laura brings a sense of realism and detail to her chilling tales.