It was almost midnight when Rahul arrived at an old railway station to catch the last train home. The platform was
completely deserted except for a woman sitting beneath a flickering lamp.
She wore a long black coat and stared silently at the railway tracks.
Rahul asked, “Are you waiting for the train?”
The woman slowly turned
toward him.
“Yes. But my train never arrives.”
Her voice sounded strangely distant.
A few minutes later, the station clock stopped at exactly 12:13 AM. Suddenly, the woman pointed toward the tracks.
“There
it is.”
Rahul looked ahead and saw a train approaching without making any sound. Its windows were completely dark.
The woman stood up and whispered, “You must not board this train.”
Before Rahul could ask why, the train stopped.
Every door opened simultaneously.
Inside, dozens of
passengers sat motionless, their faces pale and expressionless.
Rahul stepped backward.
Then he noticed something terrifying—the woman was no longer beside him.
She was sitting inside the train.
She looked
through the window and whispered, “I told you not to come.”
The train disappeared into the darkness.
At sunrise, the stationmaster found Rahul unconscious on the platform. When Rahul described the woman, the stationmaster showed
him an old photograph.
The same woman had died in a train accident thirty years earlier at exactly 12:13 AM.
Since then, Rahul never traveled at midnight.
But every year, on that same date, he receives a silent phone call.
And hears a woman's voice whisper:
“Your seat is still waiting.”
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