Station No. 76 – The Train of No Return | Real Ghost Train Horror Story in English

Late one stormy night, a young traveler named Arjun waited at a forgotten railway station — Station No. 76. The signboard was rusted, the lamps flickered, and the air felt heavy with silence. Locals had warned him never to board the midnight train, but he laughed it off as superstition.




At exactly 12:15 AM, a train screeched to a halt. Its compartments were old, covered in dust, yet inside sat passengers with pale faces and hollow eyes. Without thinking, Arjun stepped in. The door shut behind him with a loud thud. No one spoke. Only the haunting sound of wheels echoed through the darkness.




As the train moved, the world outside vanished — replaced by shadows and whispers. Arjun’s reflection in the window began to fade until it disappeared completely. Suddenly, the train stopped again at Station No. 76 — but this time, no one was there.




The next morning, villagers found his bag on the bench, but Arjun was never seen again. Some say his spirit now rides the ghostly train, waiting for the next passenger who dares to board.




They say, if you ever hear a whistle at midnight near Station No. 76... don’t look ba

ck. 🚂👻

Bloodthirsty Soul! A Chilling Horror Story

 

In a remote village, there stood an old well, hidden behind tall grass and broken stones. The villagers whispered of a bloodthirsty soul—a woman who had died there under mysterious and brutal circumstances. Since then, anyone who approached the well after midnight vanished without a trace.

One stormy night, a brave young man named Vikram, mocking the legend, decided to visit the well. He laughed at the warnings and walked up to its edge with a flashlight in hand. As he peered down, he heard a whisper:

"I've been waiting..."

Suddenly, a cold, skeletal hand reached out from the darkness and gripped his arm. He screamed, but no one heard him. The next morning, villagers found only blood stains near the well and Vikram’s torn scarf.

Since that night, strange things began to happen. People heard sobbing and laughter near the well at night. Some even claimed to see a woman with blood-red eyes and torn clothes, crawling along the ground, whispering:

"I’m not done yet…"

The well still stands, cursed and untouched. And every full moon, the bloodthirsty soul returns, searching for another victim to drag into the abyss.

Will you be the next to h

ear her call?