Terror Train — 2

The first sign of trouble wasn't a scream. It was the silence of the dining car.

"The show must go on," the voice rasped over the intercom as the train accelerated toward a collapsed bridge at the edge of the canyon. "And for the finale... we’ll all take a bow." Terror Train 2

As the train pulled out of the station into a blinding mountain blizzard, the atmosphere was thick with forced cheer and expensive champagne. But in the shadows of the baggage car, a crate marked Industrial Medical Supplies sat empty. The first sign of trouble wasn't a scream

The conductor's radio crackled. It wasn't the police or the station master on the other end. It was the voice of the man who had supposedly died in the wreckage three years ago, broadcasting from the engine room. He wasn't looking for revenge; he was looking for an audience. "And for the finale