Every night I hear the train tracks. Every night, I hear the whistle, the engine, the wheels... every night, without fail. But the thing that concerns me most is... the train tracks have been closed for years.
Not just one or two years, but many. Maybe even ten! I'm not really sure, but I know it's been a while. A long while. I live far away from most other cities and towns, so there's no one I can complain to.
One night I decide to stay awake for as long as possible, watching the train tracks. I check my watch... 2:59. Just one more minute to wait... And... 3:00am. The Witching Hour.
I look up at the sound of the distant whistle, seeing smoke on the horizon. Aha! There it is! I quickly stand up, maybe a little too quickly, and look at the tracks again. There before me... is a train.
It's stopped on the tracks, resembling a steampunk train I've seen in movies, except... it's a pale blue, and appears to be ghostly and glowing. What is this? I stare in shock and horror... as the doors open.