Jake was waiting at the train station late one night. He had missed the last regular train home and sat on a cold bench, feeling tired and frustrated. The station was nearly empty, with only the flickering lights above him and the sound of the wind rustling through the trees outside.
Just as he was about to give up and call for a ride, he saw a train pull into the station. It was old and rusty, with faded numbers on the side. The lights flickered, and the doors creaked open. A thick fog surrounded the train, making it look even more mysterious.
Curious, Jake stepped closer. A conductor with a pale face and dark eyes stood at the door. “This is the last train,” he said in a low voice. “Where are you headed?”
“Home,” Jake replied, hesitating.
“Then hop on,” the conductor said with a strange smile. Jake climbed aboard, finding the inside dimly lit with empty seats. He sat down, and the doors closed behind him with a loud thud.
As the train began to move, Jake looked out the window and saw the station fading away. Suddenly, the other passengers caught his eye. They were all staring blankly ahead, their faces pale and lifeless. Panic set in as he realized that he was not alone.
The train rumbled through the dark, and the conductor appeared again. “This train doesn’t go where you think it does,” he said softly.
Jake’s heart raced. He understood now that this was no ordinary train. It was the last train to a place from which there was no return. Desperate, he tried to escape, but the doors wouldn’t budge. The whispers of the other passengers filled the air, and Jake knew he was trapped.
The train continued to speed through the night, taking him further from the life he knew, into the unknown.
