Hororr story

The Last Train Home

Lena hurried down the dimly lit subway stairs, her breath visible in the cold night air. The station was eerily empty, save for the flickering overhead lights that buzzed like distant whispers. She checked her watch—11:57 PM. If she missed the last train, she'd be stuck in this desolate part of town all night.

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Here's a short horror story. The last train home. Lena
hurried down the dimney lid subway stairs, her breath visible
in the cold night air. The station was eerily empty,
save for the flickering overhead lights that buzzed like distant whispers.
She checked her watch, eleven fifty seven pm. If she
missed the last train, she'd be stuck in this desolate
part of town all night. The train's distant rumble echoed

(00:23):
through the tunnel, and she sighed with relief as it
screeched to a halt. The doors slid open with a hiss.
She stepped inside, noticing the strange stillness. There were no
other passengers, just rows of empty seats and a faint
smell of mildew. Lena sat near the middle, clutching her
bag tightly. The train jolted forward and the lights flickered.

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She felt a sudden chill, like a draft brushing against
her neck. She turned around, scanning the empty carriage. Nothing
minutes passed, and the train's rhythm lulled her into a daze.
The windows outside were pitched black, offering no indication of
where they were. Then she noticed something unsettling her reflection
in the dark glass. Her reflection sat still, staring straight ahead,

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even though Lena had turned to look at it. Her
pulse quickened. Lina sat near the middle, clutching her bag tightly.
The train jolted forward and the lights flickered. She felt
a sudden chill, like a draft brushing against her neck.
She turned around, scanning the empty carriage. Nothing minutes passed,
and the train's rhythm lulled her into a daze. The

(01:27):
windows outside were pitch black, offering no indication of where
they were. Then she noticed something unsettling, her reflection in
the dark glass. Her reflection sat still, staring straight ahead,
even though Lena had turned to look at it. Her
pulse quickened. She waved her hand. The reflection didn't move.
She stood up, heart pounding, and moved closer to the glass.

(01:50):
Her reflection slowly turned to face her, its mouth curling
into a sinister grin. Then it stood up too. Lena
stumbled back, the train lurching beneath her. The reflection didn't
stop smiling. It raised a hand and placed it against
the glass. Lena gasped as the surface began to ripple,
the glass melting like water.