The Last Train

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The last train pulled into the station at exactly 11:59 PM. You were the only one on the platform. No announcements. No staff. Just the low hum of flickering lights overhead and the distant howl of wind slipping through the empty tunnels. The doors slid open with a long, tired hiss. Inside, the carriage was almost empty—except for one person sitting at the far end. They didn’t move. Didn’t look up. You hesitated… but it was cold, and this was your only way home. So you stepped inside. The doors shut behind you louder than they should have. You sat halfway down the carriage, trying not to stare—but something felt wrong. The air was thick. Heavy. Like the train was holding its breath. Then you noticed it. The reflection in the window. You… were sitting alone. You froze. Slowly, carefully, you turned your head toward the far end. The person was still there. Sitting. Head down. Not moving. Your chest tightened. You looked back at the window. Still just you. No one else. A soft sound echoed through the carriage. A whisper. “…you can’t see me there.” Your blood ran cold. The voice didn’t come from the reflection. It came from right behind you. You spun around. No one. The seat behind you was empty. Your breath came fast now. The train lights flickered once… twice… Then went out completely. Darkness swallowed everything. For a few seconds, there was nothing but the sound of the train moving through the tunnel. Then— A hand brushed your shoulder. Cold. Too cold. The lights snapped back on. You were alone. Completely alone. Heart pounding, you looked toward the far end of the carriage. Empty. The person was gone. You let out a shaky breath, trying to convince yourself it was your imagination. The train slowed. Your stop. The doors opened. You rushed out onto the platform, not daring to look back. But as the train doors began to close, you caught a glimpse of the window. Your reflection stared back at you. And just behind it— Something was sitting in your seat. Smiling. And this time… It was looking straight at you.