“Be careful, it’s quite slippery.”
“I will. You taking photos?”
“Nah, i’m hoping to see a ghost.”
The man’s camera flash echoed through the tunnel.
“Yeah, I’ve been here before, but didn’t see anything. How long have you been in here?”
“I only just arrived.”
The abandoned train line was still and quiet. It was beautiful in the day and ominous at night. People often came to take photos or go on guided ghost tours.
“Why do you want to see a ghost?”
“Because I’ve never seen one before.”
The flash echoes down the tunnel.
“What will you do when you find one?
“Probably run away.”
“Ah, so you are just thrill seeking.”
The flash echoes.
The woman slips on some mud and grabs the strangers shoulder to prevent herself falling down.
“I’m sorry, it’s so slippery.”
“It’s okay. How far down are you going to go?”
The darkness was thickening around them as they walked.
“As far as I have to to see a ghost.”
The man stopped in his tracks.
“Well, you had better stop walking.”
The tunnel was silent but for a few drips of water. The mancontinued:
“This tunnel used to have trains passing through every hour full of different people. People in the rat race on the way to work, old men on their way to see their granddaughters and young children on their way to school.”
“For a time they were all together in the same carriage passing through the same tunnel. On late mornings they would have to run to make their train and on late evenings they would rest their heads agains the glass window and stare out into the darkness of this tunnel.”
The man turns his camera off.
“We are the only ghosts in this tunnel.”
– By Randall Evans.