Screech! The train’s rusty wheels made a high-pitched sound as it stopped at the station. There was noise and commotion everywhere. There was a great rush at the doors. Many passengers disembarked and many more got in. People were seen carrying heavy bundles of luggage on their heads. The dusty air filled my nostrils as the train's fists slammed together when the doors closed. Mist swirled gently across the now empty track, covering it in a foggy blanket. The silver glow of the moon struggled to peer through this shield. Now, nothing could be seen, nothing could be heard.

Suddenly something penetrated the pitch-black dark, its cycloptic eye pierced through like a needle through silk. A new train had arrived. The mist fled in its presence, running away from the gleaming structure, away from the station,  and off into the night to haunt elsewhere.

The once welcoming voice from the announcing speaker above was now the enemy. She brought the news everyone frustratingly and frighteningly feared. This train would not be taking any passengers and the next train would be delayed by up to 50 minutes. People began to move away from the once busy platform towards the bus station where hopefully a bus would take them to their eventual destinations. With all finding other forms of transport, the train station was once again empty, and the mist could return to its vulnerable victim.