“She Waited for the Bus, But a Ghost Train Arrived Instead—What Happened Next Will Haunt You!"

**The Ghost of the Train Station**

It was the kind of night when a heavy, chilling fog enveloped the town. In Arbovale, people rarely stayed out late, especially in the area around the former rail station. Everyone agreed that the station should have been demolished long ago, but nobody could quite recall when the trains ceased running.

Maya tightened her cloak around herself as she stood at the platform. She was skeptical of the legends surrounding the station, including the murmurs of a ghost that prowled the platform in search of a missing person or something. Something like that was only seen in movies. Even yet, she felt concerned about the strange silence.

She looked at her watch. 11:55 at night. It was expected to take another ten minutes for the bus to arrive. With her breath apparent in the cold air, Maya gazed out into the mist. She jumped at the sound of a train whistle in the distance.

Here, a train?

Maya narrowed her eyes as a shadow appeared through the mist. A train was approaching the station at a leisurely pace, seemingly having never stopped. There was a squeal of wheels on the rails, but no one got off. With a gentle hiss, the doors opened to show a dimly lighted interior that was deserted save for a lone person seated by the window.

Although a shiver ran up her spine, her curiosity overcame the feeling. With her boots resonating on the platform, she approached the train with caution. The figure rose as she got closer to the open door. A man emerged from the carriage wearing an antique outfit. His eyes were empty and dark, and his face was pallid.

Maya asked, her voice quivering a little, "Excuse me, is this train... running?"

The man grinned, but there was a strange quality about it. His eyes did not quite meet his smile.

"No longer," he murmured, his voice low yet strangely resonant in the deserted station. It has been a while since anyone has traveled on this train. But I've been holding out.

Maya felt her heart race. "What am I waiting for?"

"For someone to cherish," he said, his smile diminishing. "A person similar to yourself."

Maya retreated a step. "I don't get it."

A grief began to seep into the lifeless eyes of the man as his gaze softened. "That's not necessary. All you have to do is move on.

Maya's heartbeat accelerated as she shook her head. "I won't be leaving. I'm holding out for the bus.

The man's figure blinked, like a lamp that was about to go out. The bus is not coming. Not in my presence here.

A heavy silence descended upon the station as the fog grew thicker around them. Maya's heart was thumping in her chest as her breath came more quickly. She'd heard the tales, those of witnesses to the ghost who never returned.

"I won't," she said as she took another step back.

Though there was a glimmer of something in his eyes that seemed to be disappointment, the man's countenance remained composed. "The train will then depart."

The doors behind him slid shut as if on cue. The whistle blew once more, sending echoes through the deserted station. The train slowly started to move away as the fog engulfed it.

Maya froze, staring at the spot where the train had vanished. A peculiar serenity descended onto the platform. Her watch showed 11:55 p.m. this time. By now, the bus ought to have arrived.

However, it never did. And Maya didn't ever get off the train.

Years later, the young woman who had vanished that evening would come up in whispers among the residents. There were those who claimed to have seen her at the former station, waiting for a bus that never arrived while standing on the platform.

And long after the trains had ceased to operate, you could hear the distant sound of a train whistle if you paid close attention.