It was a summer weekend in 2011, and I was on the train to New York City, a little over two hours from my hometown.

I had a ticket and was about to go to the movies.

It was late and the train was in the dark.

I didn’t have any snacks, and the lights weren’t on.

I looked at the ticket window and thought, ‘What is this?

This is a horrible thing.

They are going to charge me money.’

The ticket was for $3.25.

It said ‘tickets available’ on the back.

And I thought, How the hell am I going to get on this train to the Empire State Building?

So I just stared at the window and said, ‘Oh my God.

This is the train.’

I looked out and saw the Empire.

I walked out on the platform and started to go toward the front of the train.

I was shocked.

It’s like a ghost train.

You don’t know where it is.

I don’t think I’ve ever been on a train before.

It really is a ghost.

It looks like a train, and you know it’s there, but you don’t feel it.

And then I got out of the car and walked towards the back of the carriage.

I just sat there for like an hour, just staring at the ceiling.

I couldn’t see anything, but I was so focused on not looking that I forgot that there were other passengers and that they were standing there, too.

There was a young man sitting on the front.

I got up and walked over to him and I said, “What’s wrong?”

And he said, “[My mom] just died.”

I said [to my mom], “Where are you going?”

And she said, [to me], “I’m leaving the house for three weeks.”

I was like, [To my mom] “You know what?

You’re right.

You’re not going to come back.

You have to go.”

But I couldn`t say no.

I wasn`t going to.

So I went and sat in a corner, staring at that ceiling.

That was it.

I felt like I was a ghost, staring into nothing.

I thought for a second, and then I was back on the subway and I got on the bus and I just started walking toward the subway.

I saw the train coming, and that`s when I saw it, and my life changed.

It didn`t feel like a movie anymore.

I could walk right through it.

That night, I went to a film festival, where I got to meet David Mamet, who was my childhood hero, and he was a director who was directing me.

And he asked me, ‘Are you a ghost?’

I said no.

And a week later, he told me, “Are you on a ghostly train?'”

I was, like, “You have a great story.”

I didn`ve heard of ghosts.

I hadn`t heard of trains that had ghosts.

But David Mamat was very gracious and kind and told me to stay in his apartment.

He told me he had a haunted house.

And for two years I stayed there and worked as a ghost writer.

And one day, my wife and I decided to do some research.

We went out to see a movie.

And the first thing we saw were ghosts.

It turned out to be a horror movie called The Devil`s Daughter.

The story is about a family that is trapped in a mansion and are haunted by ghosts.

They had a ghost that was coming to kill them.

So the family had to get rid of him.

I loved that story.

And that`ll always be my favorite horror movie.

But I did have a ghost in my life, too, so I was looking for another story that I could tell.

So when I found this story about ghosts in New York, I thought that I was going to be able to do something.

So, I started writing and then one day I was at a party in Manhattan.

There`s this woman who was dancing with her friends, and there was this ghost that had been following her around.

So she had this ghost, but she wasn` t really interested in her ghost.

She didn` t want to have anything to do with it.

But then, she said to her friend, “Well, I don`t want to be haunted by my ghost.”

And her friend said, “‘Oh, well, we have to do a ghost story.'”

And she went up to her apartment and she put a big cardboard box on her front porch and wrote a ghost tale.

And she put it up in the window, and it just sat in there.

I wanted to tell it to my daughter, so she told me.

She`d never read it.

So that`d been my experience of ghosts in America, and they`re the most amazing things in my world