At the stroke of midnight, a ghastly fog rolls in, and with it, the blast of a haunting train whistle that sounds more like a choir of wailing souls. When the old black locomotive rolls out of the gloom, you know deep in your trembling heart that you have a one way ticket to the afterlife. The Ghostlight Express thunders its call, and it’s time for you to hop aboard. You’re off to Druskenvald.