Every night at exactly 11:47, the old train passed through the silent station.
No one ever got on. No one ever got off.
People in the village said it hadn't been in service for years.
But one night, Rahim decided to wait.
As the clock ticked closer, a cold wind filled the platform. Then—right on time—the train arrived. Its doors slid open with a slow creak.
Inside, the lights flickered. Empty seats. Silence.
Rahim hesitated… then stepped in.
The doors shut behind him.
The train began to move—but not along the tracks he knew. Outside the window, the village disappeared. Instead, he saw places he had never been… and people he thought he had lost forever.
At the end of the carriage, someone stood.
It was his grandfather—who had died years ago.
"Come," he said softly.
Rahim felt his heart race.
Was this a journey… or a goodbye?
The train never returned to that station again.
But sometimes, late at night, villagers say they still hear its distant whistle.