A Strange Midnight Arrival
It was a night of Winter Season. I was standing on Platform 11. My hotel was just few meter away, but i had the curiosity which kept me there. The timetable of platform showed no late-night trains that day.
Then, it was around at 12:15 a.m., a soft voice came over the PA system:
“The 12:15 train to Carlisle is approaching Platform 11 soon.”
I got astonished. That train shouldn’t exist. The Carlisle route hadn’t run since decades. Yet the announcement echoed through the fog.
Then I heard it, a soft chug-chug-chug, like a old steam engine coming from a dream. I looked through the mist and saw it: it was a black steam train, moving silently along the tracks. There was no driver in it. Shadows sat inside the windows of the train.
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Shadows in the Windows
I held my breath in fear. The figures didn’t move at all. The train rolled past with a strange, quiet precision. The air felt colder. Time seemed to slow.
I grabbed my camera, but the screen showed nothing—just fog. This was not an ordinary train. It was something else, something from the past.
The Train Disappears
As it passed closer, I thought I heard whispers, faint voices inside. But when I listened carefully, there was only hiss of steam and the distant sounds of the city .
Then, suddenly, the train disappeared. No sound, no lights fading—just gone into the fog.
I checked my camera again. Nothing. Just empty tracks and cold air. But I knew I had seen something.
What the Locals Say
The next day, I asked the station master. He smiled.
“It happens every few years. People see it. Some say it’s the lost Waverley Express from 1923. Others say it’s just fog and imagination. But it’s become a legend.”
Even the guides on Edinburgh’s ghost tours talk about it as one of the city’s most famous paranormal stories.
Fact or Folklore?
So, i asked myself, what did I see? A ghost train or it was a trick of the fog?
There is no official record of a ghost train at Waverley Railway Station. Railway archives and historical documents did not give adequate information about it. Yet the story lives on in local tales and ghost tours. In Edinburgh, legends like these blur the line between reality and imagination. For me, the memory of that black train sliding silently through the fog will always remain. Real or imagined, the Waverley Station ghost train is now part of my travel story, and part of Edinburgh’s midnight magic.