Detective Daniel Graves stood at the edge of the platform, his trench coat flapping gently in the breeze.

Known for his unique ability to communicate with the dead, he was no stranger to the supernatural.

"Here we go again," he murmured, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of the mysterious train rumored to appear only at midnight.

Detective Graves watched as the train pulled up to the platform, its doors opening with a creak.

Shadows flitted past the windows, and he could see the faint outlines of passengers, their expressions frozen in time.

A sense of urgency filled the air as he stepped aboard, feeling the weight of countless lost souls.

Graves followed the conductor, his footsteps echoing eerily. "Why do you haunt this place?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

The conductor paused, turning to face him with hollow eyes. The Conductor replied, "We seek closure, detective.

Help us find peace."

Detective Graves watched these spectral reenactments, piecing together the mystery of the vanished train. Each story was a fragment of the larger puzzle, leading him closer to the truth.

"I see it now," he said, understanding dawning on his face.

Graves stood resolute, feeling the energy of the restless souls around him. "It's time to end this," he declared, facing the dark entity that had trapped them in this endless cycle.

With determination, he began the ritual to release them, guided by the whispers of the spirits.

Detective Graves stood alone on the platform, his heart lighter with the knowledge that he had helped the lost souls find peace.

"Another mystery solved," he said with a hint of a smile, turning away from the tracks to face the new day ahead.