Eber's mobile phone clocked the time at 12:03. He cursed under his breath in German and turned towards the rest of the group.
"Enough of your bickering! ...We should all have known that this story was just that. A story. There are no trains running here tonight, and no wishes to be had!" The German scowled at being shown for a fool by a fictional object, "Let us return to bed, before we are all expelled!"
Expelled!
Expelled!
The word echoed through the stagnant air of the tunnels, bouncing off the walls and surrounding them as if to emphasize the degree to which the group was truly alone. Then there was something else. A thrum in the air. Yes--the vibration of movement. The tracks rumbled at the edge of the platform and a blazing white light, seeming all the brighter because of the din beforehand, approached them at a descending speed until a worn-down train, lacking even the paint on its metal walls, pulled into the station and screeched to a stop. There was a long whine as it settled, and then the sound of the pressurized doors releasing. They slid open, over the length of three separate cars, and thick white smoke rolled outward from them.
Eber nearly forgot to breathe. This is the ghost train... The one everyone said would grant your wildest wish!
What do you do?
