Late one winter night, Ravi, a railway guard, was stationed at a remote junction. The platform was empty, shrouded in thick fog, when he heard the distant whistle of an approaching train. As the sound grew louder, an old, blackened steam engine emerged from the mist—its design unlike any in service for decades.
The train screeched to a halt, yet no passengers stepped out. Curious, Ravi climbed aboard. Inside, he found dimly lit compartments filled with pale, silent people staring blankly ahead. Their eyes glowed faintly, and the air felt icy.
When Ravi tried to speak, no one moved. Then, the door behind him slammed shut. The train jerked forward, moving faster and faster into the darkness. Through the windows, he saw flashes of eerie landscapes—ruins, graveyards, and burning fields.
One passenger finally whispered, “You boarded the train of the dead. There is no way back.” Ravi’s scream was swallowed by the roaring engine.
By morning, the train had vanished. The station master found only Ravi’s cap lying on the tracks. Some say, on foggy nights, you can still hear the whistle of the ghost train—and if you see it, you must nev
er board.
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