Curious Spirit Courier
Ghost Train Show

The train arrived on schedule. It rained down hard. Ferdian stared out the window from the room where the driver was resting.

"Not coming home?" dimas asked Ferdian, who had not changed his position since he got off the locomotive.

Ferdian shook his head and let out a heavy sigh. Unpacked the cigarette he had just bought at the station cafeteria. Dimas noticed Ferdian's tired face and how to play with a cigarette that never lit.

"Mas can tell if you want, I'm ready to hear it."

Ferdian looked at Dimas for a moment, then said softly. "Nobody can help me, Di! My problem ... very complicated."

Ferdian lit a cigarette and sucked it deep. "Hospital admission, material possessions are exhausted, pursued by debt collectors who are unusually fierce to overdo our boss, let alone worse than that, Di?"

Dimas pulled a chair near Ferdian, "Humans live there is always a test of mas, patiently continue to pray and sincere."

Ferdian smiled cynically, "Yes, you actually continue to pray but ... who is the same? I'm tired of living in the same place, my prayers have never been heard by God. Not possible!"

"Astaghfirullah, never think so Ferdi. There is no prayer that God does not hear, even though it is an ugly prayer. All are translucent to the seventh heaven, especially if Ferdi prays sincerely and earnestly pleads for His help!"

"Yes, yes ..it was just said sir ustad in fact I have been praying for months but there was never an answer Di, the exam is getting heavier and more complicated! I ... don't believe in God!"

Suddenly the sound of thunder boomed so big that Dimas gasped in shock, "Woh right, Gusti Allah to be angry immediately! If by the way it is guarded mas, angels must be all you know not to mention if there are demons passing by, it can be dangerous!"

Ferdian smiled sinisterly as he stared out the window while smoking deeply his cigarette. His mind was dead, his heart was frozen and his brain could no longer think clearly. Lightning flashes and sounds that roll out no longer even feared him. The sound of nature's clear warning gave an omen, no longer able to disturb his conscience.

"How much will Mas Ferdi need to help me find a loan?"

"No need, you also need to make your wife who wants to be born, right? I can still handle everything myself!"

Ferdian replied without looking at Dimas. His assistant just let out a long sigh, their age was indeed three years and Ferdian was even younger than him but the household affairs of Dimas were still zero big. He was only six months married and his wife was three months pregnant with conditions that could be considered weak because many times had to go in and out of the hospital.

"Remain sure, I'm sincere in helping mas?" ask again to make sure.

"Yes, just go home. It's getting late your wife must be worried!" Ferdian cast out fine Dimas.

The exotic-skinned man with a fairly handsome face finally relented. He left Ferdian who was still staring at the rain.

"Not going to the hospital? See Mia's mother?" Dimas asked once more before he left.

"No, tomorrow morning! It's home! I want to be alone!" Ferdian closed his eyes with his legs crossed on the table.

Dimas gave up, he chose to leave to let Ferdian think and calm down.

Really it? Maybe but unfortunately not, Ferdian is increasingly overwhelmed with anxiety. The speck of rain that for some can be soothing to Ferdian is like a torment that hurts his ears.

"Aaaargh! Goddamn bum!"

Ferdian hit the table hard, he stood up and walked out of the room. The rain was getting heavier with the wind and thunder. Ferdian ruffled his hair in frustration. He walked along the rail road, not caring about the splashes of rain that hit his body.

For a moment he stood on the rail, thinking far ahead. "If I die too Mia and Agung still have to pay the debt" he said softly staring at the east side of the rail.

A very bright floodlight was suddenly visible from a distance. The signal sound of the lane displacement signal also sounded loud. Ferdian frowned, he glanced at the large wall clock right in front of him.

"One hour, no train schedule at this hour? Last time I entered, Pasundan I brought, what is it? Fad guy?"

The light seemed to be getting closer followed by a strong siren. The train with thirteen carriages pierced through the swift rain. Ferdian rubbed his face rough, he was surprised because there was no sign the train would stop and the speed was beyond the limits of the provisions when entering the station.

"Crazy, who's the driver? It can be bad if the train does not stop until the stop limit!'

Ferdian ran towards the empty traffic control room, quickly grabbing whistles and flags to signal the train driver who was now heading towards him. Many times he waved flags and blew whistles but there was no response.

Ferdian shuddered in horror at what happened, he again tried to stop the train by signaling a stop.

"Damn! The driver is blind what the hell!"

The train continued to accelerate, the wind gusts from the collision of the fast movement of the train body even felt up to where it stood, Ferdian closed his eyes with his arms because of the glare of the floodlights that felt brighter many times.

The sound of the engine roar sounded loud and rough, creaking and rubbing with the steel bearings of the rail, deafening. Ferdian almost fell when the strong wind that came along with the train hit his body. Ferdian who was still closing his eyes could feel if the carriage stopped completely from the heat energy that also felt greeting his skin.

He opened his eyes and opened his eyes, an ancient train with a Dutch-style steam engine stopped in front of him.

"What the hell! Is this a joke?!"

All his life he had only this time seen an ancient railway that could still run at an incredible speed. Ferdian only saw the ancient train in the railway museum. With Ferdian's thumping heart approaching the carriage, a thin mist enveloped the platform. No sign of passengers or drivers was visible.

"I'm mostly thought to be, to the point of hallucinating there's an ancient train here."

Ferdian stepped back and touched the nearest carriage. Strange carriages with unique silver paint, look luxurious but also a little old-fashioned. He wanted to make sure the car was there and real.

"Jeez, this is real." He knocked on the iron wall of the carriage, "Real!"

Suddenly the door of the car he knocked opened. Thin fog reappeared along with a man wearing a neat black suit complete with a federated hat.

"Good night sir" he said kindly to Ferdian.

The man stood before Ferdian, about 185 centimeters tall, with a European face, with a charming thin coat and mustache with silvery hair.

"Did you introduce my name, Thomas. The Dark Guard."

"W-what?" Ferdian stared in disbelief at the man who could speak Indonesian well.

"This train, from which station? I've never seen this car before" he asked hesitantly and a little fearfully.

The powerful aura that suppressed Ferdian's courage was so pronounced. His feathers bristled as Thomas' smile expanded beautifully like an arrow bow.

"Station? Hhm, this train has no origin and a definite stop station, but this train will stop in one place. The Death Tunnel."