Last ticket for station no. 13

Last Ticket to Station No. 13

It was late night. It was raining lightly and a cool breeze was blowing on the deserted tracks of Station No. 13. Vishal and his friends, Rajat and Rohan, were heading towards this station. There was silence all around which was occasionally broken by the sound of the old train horn, but there was no train.

"Yaar, this station is no longer operational, yet people say that a train passes through here every year?" Rajat asked in a skeptical tone.

"Yes! And they say that whoever buys a ticket for that train never comes back," said Rohan with a slight shudder.

Vishal did not believe much in these things. He was just thinking it was a joke. But then his eyes went to the ticket counter, where an old ticket master was sitting, with a mysterious gleam in his wrinkled eyes.

"Do you want the last ticket for today?" the old man asked staring at Vishal.

Vishal unconsciously extended his hand and took the ticket. As soon as he touched the ticket, he felt a strange tingling sensation, as if some invisible force was pulling him.

At exactly 12 o'clock at night, a train arrived at the station—black, filled with smoke and surrounded by a ghostly atmosphere. Vishal did not understand where it came from, but his feet automatically started moving towards the train.

As soon as he entered, he realized that there was something strange in this train. The passengers were completely silent, there was a strange fear in their eyes.

Just then, a man sitting next to him said softly, "You also made the same mistake that we all made. Now there is no return."

Vishal's hair stood on end. He started looking out of the window nervously, but there were no trees, no roads outside, only dense darkness and mysterious lights.

The digital clock inside the train was showing time backwards, as if it was a journey to another world.

After some time, a woman slowly walked towards him. There was a strange mystery hidden on her face.

"If you want to get out of here, you have to reach the last station," the woman said in a low voice.

"The last station?" Vishal asked in a panic.

"Yes! This train is of dead souls. People who come here cannot go back. But if you take the right step at the right time, you might be able to survive."

Vishal's mind started turbulent. He remembered an old book in which it was written that if someone gets stuck in this train, he has to jump at the last station, otherwise he will disappear from this world forever.

"But how are you here?" Vishal asked the woman.

She took a deep breath and said, "I was also a passenger like you once, but I made the mistake that could have saved you."

The train started running faster now. There was fear in the eyes of every passenger.

Vishal decided that he would jump at the last station. He slowly started moving towards the door.

"If you fall, you will cease to exist forever," the mysterious woman said again.

The last station of the train was about to come. Vishal gathered all his courage and stood near the door. As soon as the train stopped, he jumped with all his might.

But as soon as he jumped, time stopped for a moment. The air around him stilled and an echo rose—

"Your ordeal is not over yet."

When Vishal woke up, he was lying outside Station No. 13. The train had disappeared, and his friends were nowhere to be seen.

He ran to the ticket counter, but there was no ticket master there anymore.

His hand reached into his pocket and the ticket was still there, but now it read:

"You've got a second chance. But next time, you won't be able to escape!"

Vishal tore the ticket up in panic, but his anxiety grew.

He realized that his clock was running backwards.

Had he really escaped, or was there more mystery to be revealed?

The station clock had stopped time—at exactly 12:00.

Had he been trapped in a time loop?

Vishal tried to find his friends again, but neither Rajat nor Rohan was there. The station was as deserted as before, but one thing was different—

The old ticket master was now standing at the main entrance of the station. His eyes had the same mysterious gleam.

"Do you really think you are saved?" the old man said in a low voice.

Vishal took a deep breath. Maybe it wasn't over.

Maybe it was just a new beginning…