Midnight Chase on the Tracks

This story made me think that how big is it to be LOST. A kid sprints down train tracks at midnight and films the thing hunting him.

His flashlight cuts through darkness as something tall moves between the rails.

White eyes burn in the distance. He vaults over metal beams while freight trains scream past

inches from his body. The shadow gains ground with every blink.

He slides under barriers, gasping into his phone camera. The creature is

twenty feet back. Then ten. He ducks behind a concrete pillar, chest heaving,

trying to silence his breathing. His flashlight dies. Flickers once. In that split second

of light, the shadow stands directly behind him. The feed cuts to