When people die, most expect the typical run of the mill experience. Ya know, the light at the end of the tunnel, the flashing memories, maybe all consuming darkness or the burning flames of hell, depending on your preference. I'm not sure what I was expecting. Guess I never really thought about it. But, I'm definitely certain that a ghost-train waiting to deliver the unfortunate passenger to their afterlife isn't that run of the mill experience everybody was expecting. Then again, neither was seeing demons, fae and every other kind of supernatural for the entirety of my life. In fact, I'm such a special brand of freak that when my train doesn't show, even Death himself and his other scythe wielding goons don't know what to do with me. Yep, like I said, definitely not the everyday ghost-train passenger.