Chapter 1: The Last Train Home
In 2013, I was working night shifts in a small town near the India–Bangladesh border. Every night, I took the last train home at 11:40 PM. The station was always empty—except for one old woman who stood near the banyan tree.
She never boarded the train.
She never spoke.
She only stared.
At first, I thought she was homeless. But something felt… wrong. No footsteps. No shadow under the streetlight.
One night, the station master whispered,
"Don't look at her eyes. She died here ten years ago."
I laughed it off. I shouldn't have.
Chapter 2: The Rental House
A week later, I rented an old house near the railway line. Cheap rent. No questions asked.
The first night, at exactly 3:07 AM, I heard the sound of bangles clinking in the hallway.
Chink… chink… chink…
I opened the door.
No one was there.
But the mirror in the hallway was fogged—as if someone had been breathing on it. Slowly, words appeared:
"Why did you leave me?"
I didn't sleep after that.
Chapter 3: The Photograph
Digging through old newspapers at work, I found a black-and-white photo from 2003.
A woman had died after being pushed from a moving train by her husband. The incident happened at my station.
My heart stopped.
The woman in the photo was the same old woman from the platform. Same eyes. Same twisted smile.
On the back of the photo, someone had written:
"She comes home with those who see her."
That night, the bangles returned—louder than before.
Chapter 4: She Was Standing Beside Me
At 3:07 AM, I felt someone sit on my bed.
The mattress sank.
Cold breath touched my ear.
"Look at me," a voice whispered.
I was frozen. I couldn't move. Slowly, I turned my head.
She was standing beside me—not old anymore, but young, with blood running from her eyes. Her neck bent at an impossible angle.
She smiled.
"I followed you from the station."
The lights went out.
Chapter 5: The House Still Breathes
I woke up in a hospital two days later. They said I was found unconscious near the tracks.
I quit my job. Left the town.
But sometimes, at exactly 3:07 AM, I hear bangles.
And when I check the mirror, there's fog.
Because some houses don't get abandoned.
They wait.