At the outskirts of Lucknow, beyond the old rail yard, stood a train that had not moved in decades. Its coaches were sealed, its paint peeling like dead skin. Locals claimed it appeared only on certain nights, especially during heavy fog.
One winter evening, Sameer, a travel blogger, followed the tracks and found the train waiting silently. The doors creaked open as if inviting him inside. The air smelled of rust and cold iron. Inside, seats were neatly arranged, yet covered in dust, as though passengers had vanished mid-journey.
Suddenly, the train lurched forward without a sound. The windows showed no scenery—only darkness. Whispering voices filled the coach, speaking in an old dialect of Lucknow. Shadows sat in the empty seats, staring at Sameer.
A conductor appeared, faceless, holding a torn ticket. “This train never reached its destination,” he said. “Neither will you.”
Panic surged as Sameer ran through endless coaches. The train screeched and stopped abruptly. Morning light flooded in.
Sameer awoke near the tracks, the train gone. In his pocket lay a rusted ticket stamped with today’s date. Since then, he avoids foggy nights—because sometimes, from far away, he still hears the whistle calling him back.
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