It was a chilly winter night as I traveled from Punjab to Odisha on a nearly empty train. Most passengers were asleep, and the rhythmic clatter of wheels was the only sound. Around midnight, I felt the seat beside me shift, as if someone had just sat down. Startled, I turned, but no one was there.
A cold breeze brushed past my face, and a faint, mournful whisper reached my ears: “Take me to my destination…” My heart pounded. I looked into the window’s reflection—and froze. A dark, human-shaped shadow stood directly behind me, its face blurred, its eyes glowing faintly red.
I couldn’t move. The air grew heavier, and the temperature dropped further. I closed my eyes, praying for morning. The moment the train slowed for the next station, I bolted out. Standing on the platform, I turned back for one last look.
In the last compartment’s doorway, the same shadow figure stood still, watching me with unblinking eyes—its whisper echoing in my mind. That night, I realized some passengers on the train never reach their destination… and they keep looking for someone to hel
p them.
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