Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 1935: Chapter 1097: Road to Survival

"Hoo——"

"Hoo——"

Inside an abandoned station hidden within a mountain tunnel, a young girl gazed at the scene before her, on the verge of a breakdown.

She still couldn’t accept the reality of the situation.

Ogawa Haruka couldn’t understand what she had done wrong to end up on this death train.

Evidently, the person who received the Ghost Train Ticket tonight wasn’t her. After parting with everyone, she returned to her own residence alone.

Because Suzuki Takashi from her group had died, she was the only one left to keep watch tonight.

Ogawa Haruka didn’t dare to sleep during the long night. As soon as she closed her eyes, the gruesome image of Suzuki Takashi’s corpse appeared.

But not long ago, while forcing herself to stay awake, Ogawa Haruka suddenly heard a strange sound.

It was crying, low and hoarse, indistinguishable as male or female, nor could she pinpoint its source or direction.

Terrified, Ogawa Haruka covered her ears, trying to shut out the bizarre crying, but it was useless, and the crying became even clearer. fгeewebnovёl.com

A few seconds later, Ogawa Haruka shivered. She realized the crying wasn’t external; it came from within her.

It emerged from the depths of her heart, echoing in her mind like a deathly chant.

She instinctively stood up, wanting to escape, but after just two steps, her body betrayed her. Her legs weakened, her mind went blank, and she collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness entirely.

When she awoke, she was already on the Ghost Train, being jolted awake by its violent shaking.

Ogawa Haruka reacted quickly. She soon understood what had happened and forced herself to calm down, hiding among the ghost passengers in the carriage. But unexpectedly, she was found out and became tonight’s Substitute Death.

For Ogawa Haruka, everything tonight was a nightmare. She desperately hoped to wake up the next second, but it was inevitably futile.

The doors of the Ghost Train, stationed on the tracks, opened one after another with a harsh screech, and the passengers disembarked in sequence.

Staring at the ghastly, eerie faces of the dead, Ogawa Haruka’s tense nerves finally snapped. Fear overshadowed reason, leaving her mind blank.

Stumbling backward, she turned and ran the next second, driven by a single thought—run as far as possible.

As she rushed deeper into the station, disordered footsteps followed, and a glance back nearly stopped her heart with terror.

Dozens, even hundreds of ghost passengers were stiffly shuffling, huddling and jostling, pursuing her.

Fortunately, the station was large, and these ghost passengers weren’t fast, only slightly quicker than a walk, giving her time to catch her breath and escape into a room deeper in the station.

There was a row of rooms, but only this one’s door was ajar, easily pushed open. A wooden token hanging on the door read ’Lounge.’

The approaching footsteps left Ogawa Haruka no choice but to grit her teeth and enter the room, turning around to shut the door.

It was then she realized the door couldn’t lock; the lock had been violently broken, leaving only a damaged frame.

This was definitely bad news for her, as a broken lock might indicate something bad had happened here.

But now that she was inside, it was too late for regrets; the chaotic footsteps outside were already upon her.

The lounge was spacious, with several old-style long wooden tables against the wall, accompanied by wooden chairs with backrests. Tables and chairs were overturned, clothing, lunch boxes, and other debris scattered on the floor, showing signs of a hasty departure.

The lounge also had a glass window, stained with yellowish-brown grime from years of neglect.

Through the window, the station outside was visible, enshrouded in a blue-gray mist, visibility less than ten meters.

The environment was eerie and haunting, figures swaying vaguely in the mist, accompanied by rustling sounds from all directions, like a ghostly realm.

Oh no, this was indeed a ghostly realm, and Ogawa Haruka knew she had to find a way out if she wanted to survive.

But first and foremost, she needed to shake off the pursuing ghost passengers.

Ogawa Haruka surveyed the room. Despite its size, there weren’t many places to hide, so she hid beneath a wooden table.

One end of the table was against the wall, just below a dirty glass window, providing an excellent observation point.

The footsteps grew closer, and Ogawa Haruka held her breath, lowering her head, unable to stop hugging herself. She knew the moment that would decide her fate had arrived.

"Creak——"

The lounge door opened, the old hinges squealing painfully, "thump, thump, thump," as something entered. Judging by the messy footsteps, there were at least three, no, three ghosts.

The three ghosts immediately split up upon entering, each heading in a different direction to search. Hiding under the table, Ogawa Haruka dared not move, and soon, a ghost passenger in overalls and thick boots came near her.

Its heavy boots hit the ground with a "thump thump," accompanied by a rigid gait, exerting mountain-like pressure.

"Thump, thump, thump"

At that moment, Ogawa Haruka’s heart stopped because the ghost had halted in front of her. Due to the angle, all she could see were its overalls and boots.