The story of the haunters.

A train shoots down the tunnel every night for one man. This is not a real train. This train carries the dead on an endless journey. Pale faces staring out of the windows at the same station night after night, year after year.

They come for one man.

He is living, but they want him. They need him.

He sees the faces. Every night, waiting to go home, he sees them. No one else notices the ghastly carriage screaming past, between worlds. He has learnt to control his fear others don't question him, but the terror feels just as fresh whenever the oncoming wind takes on that unearthly chill.

He has spotted her. One of the pale faces has features. She does not wail like the others, she just stares sadly out at him, hands pressed against the window. How did she end up traveling the eternal rail with the faceless horrors screaming through the night?