The Whispering Train

I live in a small village where a railway line used to run. The station is still

there, but it’s been closed for more than thirty years. People say it was

too expensive to keep open, but strange stories have always gone around.

Kids claim they’ve heard voices there, and some villagers swear they’ve seen lights burning inside

late at night. Last night, I decided to go in myself. Just… because I’ve

always been a skeptic. The building is half-collapsed, windows boarded up,

the air inside damp and heavy, like time itself had stopped. As I walked past

the shattered ticket counters, I suddenly heard a crackling sound. A voice,