The Train That Never Stops: A Scary Horror Story | DailyMuse
Story: "The Train That Never Stops"
It started as a normal train ride. Jason had taken the midnight express home a hundred times before, but tonight felt different. The air inside the car was unusually cold, and the passengers sat in eerie silence. No one spoke, no one moved.
He checked his phone—no signal. That was odd. The train usually had decent reception even in tunnels. He glanced at the digital screen displaying the stops, but instead of station names, it only showed a single word:
"DEAD END"
Jason’s stomach twisted. He turned to the woman sitting beside him. She was staring straight ahead, unblinking, hands gripping her purse so tightly her knuckles turned white.
“Excuse me, do you know—”
She snapped her head toward him. Her eyes were pitch black.
Jason recoiled in horror, but she wasn’t the only one. Every passenger now had the same dark, hollow eyes, their faces frozen in an expression of silent suffering.
The train lurched forward violently, moving faster and faster. Jason grabbed onto a pole to steady himself. The lights flickered, and when they came back on, the other passengers were gone.
The seats were empty, yet he could still hear breathing. Ragged, wheezing sounds filled the train car, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.
The screen above flickered again.
“LAST STOP: NOWHERE.”
The train rocketed through the darkness, and Jason ran for the nearest door, slamming his fists against it. The reflection in the window showed something behind him—something tall, with twisted limbs and an unnatural grin stretching from ear to ear.
A clawed hand clamped onto his shoulder.
And then—blackness.
The next morning, authorities found an abandoned train parked at the final station. The doors were open, the seats covered in a fine layer of dust, as if no one had ridden it in years.
Jason was never seen again.
But every so often, late at night, the train still runs. And if you ever board it… you may never get off.
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