I'd always been fascinated by the abandoned subway station on the outskirts of town. Rumors swirled that it was haunted, that anyone who ventured too far into the tunnels would never return. But I didn't believe it. I had to see it for myself.
As I made my way down to the platform, the air grew thick with the scent of decay. The walls were covered in graffiti, the windows shattered, and the trains long gone. But I wasn't alone.
I heard the sound of footsteps, echoing off the walls. At first, I thought it was just the wind, but then I saw her. A woman, dressed in a long coat, standing on the platform. She didn't seem to notice me, just kept staring down the tunnel.
I tried to approach her, but she vanished into thin air. I was left standing alone on the platform, wondering if I'd really seen her at all.
But then, I heard the sound of a train. It was distant at first, but growing louder. I looked down the tunnel, and saw a light in the distance.
The train roared into the station, and I stumbled backward. But as I looked into the windows, I saw something that made my blood run cold. The woman was on the train, staring back at me.
And then, the train disappeared into the tunnel, leaving me alone on the platform. I stumbled backward, tripping over my own feet. As I fell, I saw something that made my heart stop.
The woman was standing over me, her eyes black as coal. And then, everything went black.
When I came to, I was lying on the platform, my head throbbing with pain. The station was empty, the train long gone. But as I stumbled to my feet, I saw something that made my blood run cold.
A sign, hanging on the wall. "Last Station," it read. And then, I realized the horrifying truth. I was trapped in the station, forever doomed to ride the train to nowhere.