In the depths of her childhood, at the tender age of 7, an unsettling gift awakened within her - the power to glimpse the impending demise of others.
Ghosts and ethereal apparitions became her companions, while the looming specter of death itself he...
The train's rhythmic vibrations sent shivers down my spine, the sound merging with the pounding of my heart. An eerie anticipation hung in the air as I sat in the dimly lit carriage, waiting for the impending halt.
Time stretched like a taut rubber band, refusing to release its grip. The sky above was a canvas of twilight hues, darkness bleeding into the horizon. Shadows cast by the dying sun began to embrace the city, cloaking it in a veil of uncertainty.
I huddled in the corner, feeling the weight of the world press upon my shoulders. A solitary old woman occupied a nearby seat, her presence amplified by the mechanical hum of the train. What drew my attention was the vintage analogue clock adorning her frail wrist, its hands ticking away at a time that defied logic.
"5:33 pm?" My thoughts echoed in disbelief. The incongruence was palpable, a subtle discord that whispered of impending disarray. My pulse quickened as I unraveled the incongruity; reality itself seemed to quiver at its core.
That's strange. Right now, the time should be approximately around 5:25 pm since I would arrive at my station at 5:30 pm.
A surge of urgency jolted me to my feet; my body stood up on it's own, but before I could react, a shrill screech pierced the air, dragging the train to an abrupt halt.
The force tossed me like a puppet, my hands instinctively clutching the train's strap, a desperate attempt to tether myself to reality.
"Why stop now?" I muttered, with my voice trembling in the tense atmosphere.
I addressed the driver's compartment with an unease that was shared by those around me.
Panic unfurled its wings, gripping the passengers as confusion gave way to mounting dread.
"No driver!" The child's voice cut through the turmoil, exposing the heart of our nightmare.
Shock paralyzed the occupants as the truth solidified before our eyes. The void within the compartment gaped like a portal to the abyss, void of life, void of answers. That child was telling the truth. There was no driver
Frantic fingers grasped for hope, dialing for assistance that eluded our grasp. But there was no salvation in technology - no signal, no connection, only an oppressive isolation.
Chug! Chug!
The metallic beast resumed its motion, a puppeteer's hand manipulating our lives. Collective uncertainty gnawed at our minds, weaving a tapestry of terror and the unknown. How can a train run on its own or stop without a driver?
The frantic prayers of the desperate echoed within the confines of our prison.
I moved to the center, drawn like a moth to a disconcerting flame. My eyes, riveted on the door, as though it held the answer to this unfolding nightmare.
The train's acceleration was a relentless pulse, like the quickening of an erratic heart.
In the reflection of the glass, darkness birthed a figure. A creeping dread wrapped its icy fingers around me as I watched the shadow's advance.
Cold sweat trickled down my brow, my trembling hands seeking solace in desperation.
The train entered the tunnel, plunging us into an abyss of obscurity. The door reflected back at me, its glass now a portal to an unfamiliar abyss.
My own reflection stared back, distorted by the pulsating darkness.
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The silhouette closed the distance, its ominous presence suffocating the air. I met my own gaze, only it wasn't my face that stared back - a chilling revelation that severed the last thread of reason.
It's..... not my reflection.... not my face...
An undeniable force seized my being, propelling me into a grotesque dance of transference.
Now I know for sure. The way my body moves on it's own, the way it moved not the way I intended too.... Everything.
It all makes sense now.
The world shifted, reality reshaping itself in the dark abyss, a tapestry woven with threads of unease, suspense, and a horror that defied comprehension.
I was watching someone's death.
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○↛Author's note ↚○
Hello there, I decided to rewrite this novel since when I read it, it feels that it has potential. I mean, I unpublished this one since I thought that it's not scary at all but cringe. So y'all, please help me or suggest. Give it a vote if you like it♥
