🚂 Part 3: The Final StationThe train roared faster, its wheels sparking against the glowing tracks.Arjun clutched the doorway, his eyes wide with fear.“Why me?” he shouted at the mysterious man.The man’s grin widened. “Because you’re the only one who still remembers.”Arjun’s mind spun. Remembers what?Suddenly, flashes appeared outside the window—moments of the vanished passengers’ lives.A mother holding her child, a soldier waving goodbye, a student laughing with friends.Each memory flickered, then vanished into the darkness.The train screeched to a halt before a massive, ancient station glowing with pale light.Its signboard read in cracked letters: “The Last Stop.”Hundreds of shadowy figures waited on the platform—faces of the missing passengers.Arjun’s eyes widened—among them stood his own reflection, smiling coldly.The truth hit him—Arjun had been on this train long before tonight.He wasn’t a witness. He was one of the lost.The man tipped his railway cap. “Welcome home, Arjun. Your journey ends here.”As the boy’s scream echoed, the train doors slammed shut.The Coastal Express 789 was never seen again.But some nights, villagers swear they hear its horn—a scream rolling across the dark fields.

✨ The End… ✨-

By Sai Yaswanth