The 11:47 Train

Every night at exactly 11:47 PM, a train appears where it shouldn’t. No maps show it.

No signs point to it. And if you miss it… it never comes back.

I don’t remember buying a ticket, but somehow, it was already in my pocket,

stamped and ready. The station had no name, and the clock above the platform was

frozen. Steam hissed from the tracks, and a conductor stepped out,

staring at me. “Once you board,” he said, “you don’t choose the destination.”

I hesitated, then stepped inside. The doors closed behind me. That’s when I noticed

the ticket had today’s date on it. Cliffhanger: I was about to ride a train I didn’t understand…