"The Last Train at 12:07" 🚆🌑
In a small town called Raghunathpur, there was an old railway station that almost nobody used anymore. The tracks were still there, rusted and silent… but one thing was strange.
Every night at exactly 12:07 AM, the station bell would ring.
Even though no train ever came.
People said it was just the wind… but the old station guard, Hari Da, knew the truth.
Because he had seen it.
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"The Last Train at 12:07" 🚆🌑
In a small town called Raghunathpur, there was an old railway station that almost nobody used anymore. The tracks were still there, rusted and silent… but one thing was strange.
Every night at exactly 12:07 AM, the station bell would ring.
Even though no train ever came.
People said it was just the wind… but the old station guard, Hari Da, knew the truth.
Because he had seen it.
One night, a college boy named Arjun was returning home late. His phone battery was dead, and the last bus had already left.
So he walked toward the railway station, hoping to find someone.
The station was dark. The only light was a flickering yellow bulb hanging from the ceiling.
And then…
DING… DING… DING…
The bell rang.
Arjun froze.
He looked at his watch.
12:07 AM.
Suddenly, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold…
Chak… chak… chak…
A train was coming.
But it wasn't normal.
The train was completely black, with no headlights, no engine sound… only the wheels screeching like someone was dragging metal across bones.
The train stopped.
The doors opened slowly…
CREEEEEEK.
Inside, there were passengers.
All of them sitting still.
No one moved.
No one blinked.
And all of them had their heads turned toward Arjun.
Smiling.
Arjun stepped back.
Then a voice came from behind him.
A weak, trembling voice…
"Don't look inside the train."
Arjun turned and saw Hari Da, the old station guard, holding a lantern.
His face was pale like he had seen death too many times.
Arjun whispered, "What is this train?"
Hari Da swallowed hard.
"That is the… last train."
Arjun asked, "Last train to where?"
Hari Da replied in a broken voice:
"Last train… to the place from where nobody returns."
Suddenly, the train conductor stepped out.
He was tall, wearing an old uniform, and his face was covered in shadows.
He held a ticket in his hand.
And spoke in a cold voice:
"Arjun Sen… Seat number 13."
Arjun's heart stopped.
"How do you know my name?!"
The conductor lifted his head.
And Arjun screamed.
Because the conductor had no eyes.
Only two dark holes, dripping black liquid.
Hari Da grabbed Arjun's hand and pulled him away.
"RUN!"
They ran into the station office and slammed the door.
Arjun was shaking.
"What does it want?!"
Hari Da opened an old dusty register book and pointed at a page.
There were names written.
Hundreds.
All crossed out.
Hari Da said, "Everyone who boards that train… disappears."
Arjun looked carefully.
Then his breath stopped.
Because on the last line…
His own name was written.
ARJUN SEN
And beside it…
12:07 AM
You said:
Give me a haunted story
ChatGPT said:
Sure 😈👻
Here's a haunted story for you…
"The Last Train at 12:07" 🚆🌑
In a small town called Raghunathpur, there was an old railway station that almost nobody used anymore. The tracks were still there, rusted and silent… but one thing was strange.
Every night at exactly 12:07 AM, the station bell would ring.
Even though no train ever came.
People said it was just the wind… but the old station guard, Hari Da, knew the truth.
Because he had seen it.
One night, a college boy named Arjun was returning home late. His phone battery was dead, and the last bus had already left.
So he walked toward the railway station, hoping to find someone.
The station was dark. The only light was a flickering yellow bulb hanging from the ceiling.
And then…
DING… DING… DING…
The bell rang.
Arjun froze.
He looked at his watch.
12:07 AM.
Suddenly, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold…
Chak… chak… chak…
A train was coming.
But it wasn't normal.
The train was completely black, with no headlights, no engine sound… only the wheels screeching like someone was dragging metal across bones.
The train stopped.
The doors opened slowly…
CREEEEEEK.
Inside, there were passengers.
All of them sitting still.
No one moved.
No one blinked.
And all of them had their heads turned toward Arjun.
Smiling.
Arjun stepped back.
Then a voice came from behind him.
A weak, trembling voice…
"Don't look inside the train."
Arjun turned and saw Hari Da, the old station guard, holding a lantern.
His face was pale like he had seen death too many times.
Arjun whispered, "What is this train?"
Hari Da swallowed hard.
"That is the… last train."
Arjun asked, "Last train to where?"
Hari Da replied in a broken voice:
"Last train… to the place from where nobody returns."
Suddenly, the train conductor stepped out.
He was tall, wearing an old uniform, and his face was covered in shadows.
He held a ticket in his hand.
And spoke in a cold voice:
"Arjun Sen… Seat number 13."
Arjun's heart stopped.
"How do you know my name?!"
The conductor lifted his head.
And Arjun screamed.
Because the conductor had no eyes.
Only two dark holes, dripping black liquid.
Hari Da grabbed Arjun's hand and pulled him away.
"RUN!"
They ran into the station office and slammed the door.
Arjun was shaking.
"What does it want?!"
Hari Da opened an old dusty register book and pointed at a page.
There were names written.
Hundreds.
All crossed out.
Hari Da said, "Everyone who boards that train… disappears."
Arjun looked carefully.
Then his breath stopped.
Because on the last line…
His own name was written.
ARJUN SEN
And beside it…
12:07 AM
Outside, the knocking started.
THUD… THUD… THUD…
The door was shaking.
The lantern light flickered.
And then…
Silence.
Arjun slowly peeked through the window.
The train was still there.
But now…
All the passengers were standing.
Right outside the office.
Their faces pressed against the glass.
Smiling.
Their mouths opened unnaturally wide.
And they all whispered together:
"Come with us…"
Arjun covered his ears.
Hari Da began chanting prayers.
The clock ticked loudly.
12:08…
Suddenly, the train whistle blew.
A long, painful scream.
And the train started moving.
Slowly… slowly…
Until it vanished into the darkness.
The station lights came back.
Everything became normal again.