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The Death Train

Megan is a woman who runs away from all her problems, one day she decided to start fresh in a new city, the only way to get there was by train, this train was known as "haunted". Being known for all the deaths that had occurred, it was given the name "The Death Train", will she survive, or will the darkness in the corners consume her soul?
parts: 12


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Chapter 1 of 12 - Tickets Please

My alarm blared loudly, I pressed randomly all over the screen in hopes of the alarm being dismissed, finally it shut off. I threw the covers back and sat up, I took my phone and walked towards the closet, I grab all my clothes and threw them in a suitcase and backpack, I left some shorts and shirt out with high tops and changed into them. I run out the door and flagged down a taxi " Take me to the train station, um, station number 12, please! " I say in a rushed voice " Number 12? You must be very brave or very stupid to go there. " He said with a chuckle in his voice, I look up confused, but stay quiet while looking for my phone. I reach in my pocket and pull out my phone to check the time. " 10:40 " I mumble " Could you step on it please? I'm kinda in a hurry.. " I say " No problem," He said " When is your train leaving? " " 11:00 sharp " " I'll have you there in 15 minutes," He said I smiled " Thank you," I said in relief, he looked back at me and smirked. As soon as we arrived I pulled out my wallet to pay him " I don't think I'll be needing that, thank you very much. " He said a little spooked while looking behind me, then he drove off ' Strange ' I thought... " ALL ABOARD!! " the man by the train said, I quickly grabbed my suitcase and gripped my backpack while running towards the train, I walk in just in time. I make my way to the back, and sit down by a window, not long after a man sits in front of me, he's tall, dark brown hair, with dark hazel eyes. He looks at me and smiles warmly, I return his smile, shortly a man walks by " Tickets please. " He says, I pull out my ticket " Here you go, " I say calmly, I watch as the man in front of me grabs his ticket from his pocket " There ya go. " He says, his voice was deep, yet soft, and soothing.


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