S02 - EP14 - The Last Passenger by Iain Maynard | A daily commute turns to terror
Haunted UK Fiction: Tales of the Supernatural, Paranormal, and UncannyShow Notes
A late-night train. A silent passenger. Some journeys shouldn’t be taken alone.
“A faint suggestion of an arm could be made out from the folds and depressions in the blanket. Stranger still, Jake ascertained by its stance and posture that the figure was facing the wall, its nose all but touching it. As he looked at this shrouded figure the train had begun to move and leave the station. A few seconds into its movement, the car suddenly jolted, as though it had lost all power, the lights in the car also flickering out for a couple of seconds…”
What begins as an ordinary journey quickly turns into something far more unsettling, as one passenger notices something that doesn’t belong, and can’t be ignored. In a place designed to move people from one stop to the next, something else may quietly remain on board. This original paranormal horror story explores isolation, confined spaces, and the quiet terror of being trapped with something you don’t understand.
If you enjoy this story, continue your listening with: HMP Signal’s End (a claustrophobic and tension-filled tale where something refuses to stay contained) Blackdamp (a suffocating underground horror where unseen danger proves deadly) The Swaying Woman of Skelton Wharf (a haunting encounter where a single moment lingers long after it should)
About the Author Iain Maynard is a lifelong fan of the paranormal, with a passion for horror across books, film, television, and theatre. Drawing inspiration from real locations and lived experience, his work brings the uncanny into familiar, everyday settings.
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Credits: Story by Iain Maynard Narrated by Steven Holloway Script prepared by Melissa West Produced by Pink Flamingo Home Studio
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Enter the world of Haunted UK Fiction — a paranormal fiction podcast and sister show to the Haunted UK Podcast.We bring you original supernatural stories, ghost stories, and eerie fiction written by authors from the UK and around the world. From hauntings and poltergeists to strange creatures, folklore, and the unexplained, each episode features professionally narrated horror and paranormal fiction designed to unsettle, intrigue, and stay with you long after listening.If you enjoy atmospheric storytelling, dark fiction, and immersive audio experiences, Haunted UK Fiction is your home for weekly supernatural tales.
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