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The bus sped down the narrow winding road, its tires screeching in the gravel below. Inside, a group of teachers were chatting energetic, laughter filling the air. They were on a picnic, a well-deserved break from the stress of the classroom. Little did they know that their day off would soon turn into a nightmare. The bus driver, Mr Manoj, crossed the dangerous road with proven ease. He had been driving for two decades now, transporting students and teachers to various destinations.  However, today was different. They had decided to go to a lesser known picnic spot in a reserve forest outside the city limits. The drive was fun, while the teachers laughed and chattered, gossiped. Dark clouds gathered above them, casting an eerie shadow over the dense forest around them.  As the bus climbed a ramp, the engine squealed with tension. The teachers looked at each other nervously, but Mr. Manoj reassured them: " Don't worry, just step back a little. " We will be at our picnic a...

An abandoned railroad station was located far from the town, hidden away in the middle of a forest. However, a strange train would occasionally arrive at the station at the stroke of midnight once a month. The Midnight Express was so named because it was supposed to grant its passengers whatever that they wished. Sarah, a keen teenager with a fascination for the paranormal, heard rumours about the Midnight Express. She made a terrible decision to go to the isolated station that fateful night because she was intrigued and lured by the possibility of getting her greatest wish. The wind howled through the desolate train station, rustling the leaves and sending chills down the spines of those who dared to wait on the cold, dark platform. The only source of lighting was a flickering lamp hanging over the solitary ticket counter. In the tiny, remote hamlet of Black Hollow, the Midnight Express was known for arriving late, and tonight it was doing what it always did. The distant sound of an a...