On a deserted highway outside the city stood an old toll booth, abandoned for years. Travelers avoided stopping there, especially at night, because of a chilling legend whispered among locals: “Whoever stops at that toll booth, never returns.”
One stormy night, a young truck driver named Arjun was running late. As he reached the broken toll gate, he noticed a dim lantern glowing inside the booth. Thinking it was a guard, he stopped his truck and stepped out to pay. Inside, he saw a pale, thin man in a dusty uniform, his eyes glowing faintly red. The man stretched his hand and whispered, “Your toll…”
Arjun hesitated but dropped a few coins. The moment the coins hit the counter, the booth turned dark, the lantern went out, and the man’s face twisted into a horrifying grin. Shadows swirled around Arjun, pulling him into the booth. His screams echoed through the night, but no one heard.
The next morning, villagers found his empty truck still running near the toll booth—engine humming, headlights on, but no sign of Arjun.
Since then, no one dares to stop there, for the toll booth still waits… hungry for its next victim.
