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Occasionally, a Ghost Tram could be seen running through the Edinburgh streets. The tram's passengers gazed vacantly from the carriage windows, seemingly unaware of the world outside. For the most part, the passengers seemed to be alone.
Although these Ghost Trams stopped at every station, no one ever seemed to get on or off; everyone waiting took the next tram instead.
One day, as I was standing on a platform, a ticket inspector explained the mystery.
“Ghost Trams take the souls of the departed to the terminus,” he explained. “You only make one journey.”
Then he added, “Here’s your ticket.”
Although these Ghost Trams stopped at every station, no one ever seemed to get on or off; everyone waiting took the next tram instead.
One day, as I was standing on a platform, a ticket inspector explained the mystery.
“Ghost Trams take the souls of the departed to the terminus,” he explained. “You only make one journey.”
Then he added, “Here’s your ticket.”
