Synopsis
In these atmospheric tales, the train’s passengers are forced to confront deep emotional struggles or terrifying truths. From a woman lured by a mysterious briefcase with the power to consume her reality, to a man unable to accept that he is dead and trapped in limbo, each story explores the human psyche through the lens of dark, supernatural elements.
As the train snakes through a landscape of shadow and light, its passengers must grapple with the unknown, finding either salvation or further entrapment in its haunted corridors. At the heart of Midnight Train is the theme of letting go—whether of life, fear, or the past—leaving readers haunted by the thin veil between the known and the unknowable. Each passenger’s journey is unique, yet bound together by the inescapable pull of the midnight train, which always seems to arrive when least expected, and never with a clear destination.
With vivid, spine-chilling tales blending mystery, horror, and existential reflection, Midnight Train takes readers on an unforgettable ride through the night, where every stop offers a glimpse into the extraordinary forces that shape human lives.
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Briefcase
T(caps)he briefcase seemed to hum with an energy of its own, vibrating slightly in her hand. She tried to focus on the road ahead, but her mind kept circling back to the briefcase. What was inside? Or was it what it represented that mattered? (getButton) #text=(Read Full Chapter) #icon=(link) #color=(#ff000)
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The Man Who Wouldn't Let Go
J(caps)effrey leaned his head against the cold window. His thoughts were a tangled mess, drifting back to the last thing he could remember before getting on the train—an argument. And she was right. He had shut everyone out. Especially himself. (getButton) #text=(Read Full Chapter) #icon=(link) #color=(#ff000)
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Bound To Yesterday
H(caps)ans frowned. “I don't care where I have to go. I'll be where she is. She is my journey and that’s the destination. My destination.”
The conductor paused, his gaze fixed on Hans' exhausted face. “Sometimes, the things we hold on to keep us from moving forward.” (getButton) #text=(Read Full Chapter) #icon=(link) #color=(#ff000)
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The Escape
A(caps)nd now, here he was, running for his life with nothing but a trail of blood behind him. The dimly lit station, long abandoned and overgrown with weeds, had become his last refuge. He arrived here without understanding the reason—possibly due to desperation or possibly due to instinct. (getButton) #text=(Read Full Chapter) #icon=(link) #color=(#ff000)
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Whispers Of A Hollow Heart
S(caps)he commanded respect, not because she was pious, but because she held the keys to influence and wealth. Her role in the church had given her access to the highest echelons of society, where she had rubbed shoulders with powerful figures, cut backroom deals, and syphoned church funds for her personal gain. It was all too easy to justify—God wanted her to have a good life, didn’t He? (getButton) #text=(Read Full Chapter) #icon=(link) #color=(#ff000)
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The Unbreakable Bond
W(caps)inter was setting in, and the chill in Peter’s bones was harder to ignore this year. He felt it more deeply than before, as though the cold was wrapping itself around his very soul. He wasn’t afraid of much, but the thought of leaving Buck and Olive behind weighed on him, gnawing at his heart. What would happen to them when he was gone? (getButton) #text=(Read Full Chapter) #icon=(link) #color=(#ff000)
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The Butcher
T(caps)ime appeared to stop on the Midnight Train; hours could have gone, or perhaps it was just minutes. Reliving in his mind the faces of his victims and the instants he had them under his control, pleading for compassion, Derrick kept to himself. His most valuable belongings were those recollections; they were the only things that gave him a sense of aliveness.(getButton) #text=(Read Full Chapter) #icon=(link) #color=(#ff000)
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The Hollow Man
H(caps)is wife, young and beautiful, materialised before him, her lips moving, but her words carried no warmth. She laughed cruelly, mocking him. Then came his kids, lining up beside her. Their eyes were glazed with entitlement and avarice, and they didn't even glance at him. With each reproach and contemptuous look, their words pierced him more deeply than blades.(getButton) #text=(Read Full Chapter) #icon=(link) #color=(#ff000)