I am travelling in train yesterday after seeing everyone in white sheet at night felt like I'm in morgue so this came in my head what if
I wake up at midnight. The train is moving, but it feels wrong. The rhythm of the wheels is too slow, like it’s dragging itself through something thick. The air is cold enough to sting my teeth when I breathe.
The entire coach is silent.
Everyone is lying under those white sheets… perfectly still. Not even the subtle rise and fall of breathing.
I reach out and tap the shoulder of the person beside me.
Their body shifts… but not naturally. More like a bag of bones settling. No response.
I try another. My fingers meet skin.
It’s ice-cold.
Then I hear it , the slow metal screech of the compartment door sliding open.
A figure steps in.
The TT. But his head is down. Face hidden in shadow. The yellow emergency light flickers behind him, stretching his shadow across the floor , too long, like it’s reaching for me before he does.
He doesn’t walk.
He drags one foot. A long, uneven scrape.
thump… scrape… thump… scrape…
I wake up at midnight. The train is moving, but it feels wrong. The rhythm of the wheels is too slow, like it’s dragging itself through something thick. The air is cold enough to sting my teeth when I breathe.
The entire coach is silent.
Everyone is lying under those white sheets… perfectly still. Not even the subtle rise and fall of breathing.
I reach out and tap the shoulder of the person beside me.
Their body shifts… but not naturally. More like a bag of bones settling. No response.
I try another. My fingers meet skin.
It’s ice-cold.
Then I hear it , the slow metal screech of the compartment door sliding open.
A figure steps in.
The TT. But his head is down. Face hidden in shadow. The yellow emergency light flickers behind him, stretching his shadow across the floor , too long, like it’s reaching for me before he does.
He doesn’t walk.
He drags one foot. A long, uneven scrape.
thump… scrape… thump… scrape…
