My mom hates when I travel alone. She's worried that I might get into trouble. But I always assure her that I will be safe and I won't do anything bad. I am not a super friendly person with strangers, so she doesn't have to worry about me getting kidnapped. I always bring my pepper spray and other things that will keep me safe.
Well, she's not convinced. One day, she told me a story.
Lucia and her friends decided to take a train home after a Halloween party. The train was old and creaky, but it was the only ride available at that time of night. As the train started to move, it became apparent that something was off. There were strange noises coming from the walls, and the lights flickered unpredictably.
Lucia started to feel uneasy, and she asked her friends if they felt it too. They brushed it off, but Lucy couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching them.
That's when it happened. The train suddenly screeched to a halt, and the lights went out completely. It was pitch dark, and Lucia could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
Then she heard it, a faint whisper in her ear. "You should never have boarded this train." She turned around, but no one was there. By the time the lights came back on, Lucy was alone in the carriage.
No one knew what happened to her, but the legend says that if you board that train alone at night, you'll never come back. People still hear whispers echoing in the empty carriages, and strange noises coming from the tracks.
Some say it's Lucia's ghost, still trapped on the train, waiting for someone to set her free.
Off course, I didn't believe it. I still travel alone after hearing that story.
I was traveling alone on a train one winter night to visit my grandparents for Christmas. The train was moving at a steady pace. The atmosphere in the carriage was relaxing, and I leaned back with a book in my hand. As I read, I started to feel a strange presence, as if someone was watching ne.
I looked up to see if anyone was staring at me, but the carriage was empty. The temperature in the carriage dropped suddenly, and the air became icy cold. I shuddered and wrapped her coat tightly around ne.
That's when I heard it, faint footsteps slowly getting closer. My heart was racing as the footsteps grew louder, but no one appeared. The footsteps stopped right beside me, but there was no one there.
Suddenly, the train came to a sudden stop, and everything went dead silent. My eyes widened as I felt something cold touch my neck. I turned around to see a ghostly figure staring right at me.
I screamed at the top of my lungs as the figure disappeared, and the train started to move once again. When the train conductor came to check on me, I told him what had happened, but he didn't believe me.
It wasn't until they arrived at their destination that I found out the truth. The train I had been traveling on was infamous for the ghost that haunted it. It was said that a woman had died on that train years ago and that her restless spirit still wandered the carriages.
I never traveled on a train alone again, and every time I heard footsteps or felt a strange presence, I would look over my shoulder, expecting to see the ghostly figure staring back at me.
To this day, I still don't know if that was Lucy's ghost or not. One thing is for sure, I am so sure of what I saw that night.
