The Last Train

It was almost 12 AM.

Dhaka's Dhanmondi Local Station—half of the lights were off, and the rest flickered faintly.

A light mist had settled behind, and with the breeze, there was a strange scent floating—like a mixture of old paper and smoke.

I was sitting on the bench, gripping my bag tightly.

My phone’s battery was completely dead...

The train was supposed to arrive at 11:45 PM, but now it was 12 o'clock.

No one else was around, no passengers, no staff.

However, a little far away, a person was sitting—

Quietly, head down, as if sleeping or lost in thought.

I walked over and asked,

“Hey, will the train come tonight?”

The person slowly lifted their face—

There were no pupils in their eyes,

And their skin was so pale it looked like it hadn’t seen light for ages.

They just said one thing,

“I board the last train… just like you.”

A chill ran down my spine, and I stepped back.

Suddenly, I remembered—

A moment ago, I had tripped while running down the stairs.

I had hit my head, bumped into the railing.

Then...

Everything went blank.

I took out my phone to check—

The clock had stopped at 11:49.

When I looked around again, I saw that the station had completely changed.

All the lights were off,

There was no one on the benches,

And the posters on the walls were all old—

One poster read, “Missing: Since 2017”—

And the missing boy’s face...

It looked exactly like mine.

My breath was stopping,

Just then—I heard a sound from afar:

Chii... chii... chii...

It wasn’t a whistle,

But it sounded like the noise of a train.

Through the mist, a train appeared—

There was no engine,

A red light hung in front,

And the inside was pitch dark.

The door slowly opened.

Inside, there were more people—

They were all hunched over, their faces hidden.

That person came up next to me and whispered,

“Once you board, you can never get off…”

I turned around—there was no one there.

I screamed,

“I’m not dead! I’m still alive!”

They smiled faintly and said,

“Yeah, you think so… but none of us realized when we died.”

And that’s when I saw my reflection in the window—

I had no eyes.

I understood—

This train never reaches its destination.

It only takes those who mistakenly think they are still alive.

And then the train's horn blared again...

The last train comes, but no one tells you where it’s going.

And those who board... never get off.