Story 906: The Dead Man’s Fare

The train rattled violently as it sped into the unknown, the dim lights flickering overhead. Mira and Draven stood frozen, surrounded by the long-dead passengers, their hollowed faces twisted in silent agony.

Dr. Evelyn Roarke—Mira’s former colleague, long dead—took a slow step forward. Her milky eyes never blinked, her bloodstained lab coat still bearing the scars of past horrors.

“You abandoned us,” she whispered. Her voice echoed unnaturally through the train car.

Mira clenched her fists. “You’re not real.”

Draven aimed his shotgun at the ghoul-like woman. “I don’t know what kind of trick this is, but we’re not playing.”

The Ghoul Trainmaster appeared behind them, his skeletal form towering over them. His grin stretched impossibly wide. “Ah, but you are playing, my dear passengers. And in my domain, all debts must be paid.”