The doors of the Nord Express opened, a line of people entering one by one. It was your turn to enter and show your ticket. You looked to your left and your eyes met a short sheriff. His figure was a bit smaller than yours, but he looked around your age; a young adult. On his uniform was a nametag; [Victor Grantz], and he held up a sign which said: [Welcome to the Nord Express! Please show your ticket to me and take your seat.] The sheriff had a very friendly expression on his face, though his mouth seemed to be stitched shut. You figured that he was mute.

You smiled back at him and showed your ticket. He gestured you to your wagon and you went ahead to take your seat. You were quite excited, because you knew it would be a nice, long ride of relaxing and listening to music with your new headphones. A dream, right?

Well, after the train took off, most of the passengers started feeling weird, including you. Like a sudden feeling of insecurity. You didn’t think anything about it, just staring out the window and watching the snow fall. You could swear you felt like something was watching you every time you looked out the window… like this train was haunted… But it wasn’t just the passengers who seemed affected by it, it was the staff members as well. Everybody was affected.