Rohan never believed in ghost
Woring the the night shift at the old 'RAILWAY CONTROL OFFICER', he heared the dozens of ghost stories from the guards and cleaner. They all talk about the same thing- THE LAST TRAIN ARRIVED AT FLAT FORM 7 AT EXACTLY 2:17AM,even though no though train was no sheduled at that time
Rhoan always laughed it all.
"Probably some freight train", he said
But one rainy night, everything is changed.
THE ARRIVAL
The station was totally empty rain tapped on rusted roof and light flicked the occasionally
Rohan check sheduled again.
No Train.
Yet suddenly, the loudspeaker crackled:
Attention please...train arriving at platform
7."
Rohan frowned
"Impossible."
The he heard it.
The distant rumble of a train.
Slowly... the headlight Appeared through the fog.
An old black train roled into platform 7.
The metals looked decades old, and every window was dark.
The strangest thing?
No passengers got down.
The Woman
Curiosity pulled Rohan toward the platform.
The train doors slowly opened with a long creeeeeak.
Inside sat dozens of passengers.
Completely still.
Not moving.
Not blinking.
Like statues.
Rohan felt a chill run down his spine.
Just then, a woman standing near the door whispered:
"Don't board."
Rohan turned to her.
She looked pale, her eyes filled with fear.
"Why?" he asked.
She leaned closer and said softly:
"Because everyone inside… is already dead."
The Truth
Before Rohan could react, the train conductor stepped out.
He wore an old uniform from decades ago.
"Last call," the conductor announced. "Passengers must board."
The woman grabbed Rohan's arm.
"Listen to me," she said. "This train crashed 25 years ago near the tunnel. Everyone died."
Rohan laughed nervously.
"That's impossible."
The woman pointed at the train.
"Look carefully."
Rohan looked again.
The passengers' faces were pale…
Some had blood on their clothes.
Some had broken necks.
One man's head was tilted at an impossible angle.
They were all staring at him.
Smiling.
The Twist
Suddenly the conductor looked directly at Rohan.
Then he checked a paper list.
"Rohan Sharma," he called.
Rohan froze.
"How do you know my name?"
The conductor slowly smiled.
"Because you're on the passenger list."
Rohan stepped back.
"That's impossible!"
The woman beside him whispered something that made his heart stop.
"Didn't you hear the news tonight?"
Rohan shook his head.
She slowly pointed at the station television behind him.
On the screen was a breaking news report.
"Late night accident… a control room worker named Rohan Sharma died in an electrical fire at the station earlier tonight."
Rohan felt the world spin.
"No… that can't be…"
The woman looked at him sadly.
Then she said the final words:
"You never left the control room."
Rohan slowly looked down at his hands.
They were transparent.
The conductor blew the whistle.
"Time to go."
The train doors opened.
And this time…
Rohan stepped inside.
The train left Platform 7 at 2:17 AM.
Right on time.
But the real horror?
Every night since then…
the loudspeaker still announces:
"Attention please… train arriving at Platform 7."
And sometimes…
there's one more passenger on board. 🚆👻