Riya boarded the last train to her hometown. The coach was eerily empty, except for a man sitting across from her. He wore a dark coat, a hat that shadowed his face, and didn’t move a muscle, not even to glance at her.
As the train sped through the night, Riya felt uneasy. The man’s stillness was unnerving. She tried to ignore him, burying herself in her book. But every time she glanced up, he was there—staring directly at her with cold, lifeless eyes.
Suddenly, the train jolted. The lights flickered and dimmed. Her heart pounded as a chilling wind blew through the coach. The man was now gone. Confused, Riya stood up and looked around. The coach was silent, except for the faint sound of whispers. She strained her ears and followed the sound to an old luggage compartment.
Inside, she found an abandoned suitcase. Something about it felt off. Gathering courage, she unlatched it. The suitcase contained old newspapers with headlines that sent shivers down her spine:
**"Train Crash Kills 42 Passengers – Mystery of the Lone Survivor."**
**"Man in Black Suit Witnessed Moments Before the Crash."**
Her breath caught as she saw the date: *December 30, 1994*. Exactly thirty years ago, the same train, same route.
The train screeched to a halt, throwing her to the floor. When she looked up, the man was back, now standing over her, his shadow engulfing her. He tipped his hat, revealing hollow, sunken eyes.
“This train never reaches its destination,” he whispered.
The next morning, authorities found an abandoned train at the station. Inside was only a lone suitcase. Riya was never found.