Story 952: The Infernal Locomotive

The train screamed through the void, its rusted wheels grinding against the warped rails. Inside, the air felt wrong—thick, suffocating, alive. Shadows twisted along the walls, whispering secrets in tongues long forgotten.

Draven gripped his shotgun, eyes darting to the ghoulish passengers seated in eerie silence. Their heads twitched in unison, vacant eyes locked onto the newcomers.

“Someone needs to explain what the hell is happening,” Zara hissed.

Mira clutched the Cursed Book, flipping through its brittle pages. “This train isn’t just haunted. It’s bound by a curse… one that’s still feeding.”

A metallic laugh echoed from the far end of the car.

The Conductor stood motionless, his skeletal grin widening. “The Book speaks truth,” he rasped. “But your ticket has been punched. There is no getting off.”

Elias took a step forward, gripping his lighter. “We’ll see about that.”