Story 984: Fare of the Damned

The Ghoul Train rattled through the void, the outside world vanishing into an endless abyss. The windows, once showing a misty landscape, now revealed only darkness shifting like a living thing.

Mira tightened her grip on the cursed book, its pages humming with unnatural energy. Across from her, Zara sat with her machete resting on her lap, eyes scanning the dimly lit train car. Elias leaned against a rusted pole, his revolver drawn but useless against whatever whispered from the shadows.

Draven, still weak, sat hunched over, his breath ragged. The Hollow Man’s touch had marked him, and though he was physically free, something unseen still clung to his soul.

The Forsaken Girl stood near the door leading to the next car, her hollow gaze fixed on the flickering lanterns.

“This place is wrong,” she whispered.

Mira exhaled sharply. “No kidding.”

Then, the whispers grew louder.