Late at night, a man walked alone along an old, abandoned railway track. His name was Koji Miura, a freelance writer with a passion for urban legends. His goal was to witness the rumored “Ghost Train” and uncover its truth for his next article.
The silence was shattered by the distant sound of a whistle. Through the mist, an antique train emerged, its outline barely visible in the haze. Though fear and excitement coursed through him, Koji hid in the shadows, waiting for the train’s doors to open.
When it came to a halt, he gathered his courage and leapt aboard. The interior was eerily pristine yet untouched by time, with frosty patterns on the windows and dusty, vacant seats neatly arranged. As he surveyed the ghostly carriage, his eyes caught a notebook lying in a corner.
Opening it, he discovered entries written in an aged hand. The dates spanned back to August 15, 1945. The notebook chronicled the train’s use during wartime evacuations and detailed how it mysteriously vanished that very day, filled with passengers. The final entry read, “It was my sin that took the passengers’ lives. Forgiveness will never come.” It seemed to be written by the train’s conductor.
Suddenly, a dull thud echoed through the car. Turning around, Koji froze. Standing there was a man in a tattered conductor’s uniform, his form flickering like a mirage. Koji’s heart raced, and he realized he couldn’t move.
“What are you seeking here?” the figure asked in a low, resonant voice.
Koji trembled but managed to answer.
“I want the truth. I want to write about it so people will know.”
The conductor’s expression tightened with pain.
“Will that atone for anything? But… if you write, do not distort the truth.”
The train began to move, its windows revealing a surreal, flowing landscape outside. Before Koji could fully comprehend what was happening, he found himself standing back on the railway track where he had started. In his hand was the notebook, the only tangible proof of his experience.
The article Koji wrote sparked widespread interest, helping to shed light on the ghost train’s mystery. Yet, he could never be certain if the conductor found peace. What he did know was that his commitment to the truth had set something in motion—something that could not be undone.
