On the Black Train

For some reason the camera is at a train station. It's a dark foggy night and singing can be heard. It's getting louder and louder to the point where the lyrics can be heard and the footsteps can be heard on coming up from the other end "There's a little black train a coming, set your business right. There's a little black train a coming, and it maybe here tonight." As he comes to the last words a man in an all black conductor's outfit is standing in front of the camera. "Ah" he winds up saying almost giving a happy exhale. "What do you call them now? Artists? Vocalists? It doesn't matter, what matters is people should really pay attention to their words." The man before the camera is speaking with a southern aristocratic accent. As if he wouldn't be out of place at an old southern ball.
"However enough pleasantries let's cut to the chase shall we? Let me explain why I'm here. You see I'm here to collect. Every time I step into that ring win or lose I take something precious from you, something eternal. I take a part of your soul, which in turn goes to power the train. Simple really. I don't take much and the only way to get that piece back is for to burn your ticket before you cash it in for your final ride. Funnily enough I will probably be seeing at least one of you by the end of the night" An almost hellish scream echoes through the night as if a train is approaching the station, but no train is scheduled for this time at night.
"Ah unfortunately I must cut this interview short as my ride is here. Unfortunately camera [girl] it's not your time otherwise I would be taking your ticket and you would be joining me. Ta-Ta."
A black blur blows by the track as a train powers through the station. Jack Miles the Conductor being no where to be found. The camera looks toward the tracks as if to see any remanence but both the conductor and the train was gone no trace of either of them being there. Although the melody of the song rings through the camera man's ears
 
(written by eevee2tails)