00:00The Last Train to Cars Part 3 For several seconds I couldn't move, couldn't
00:06breathe, couldn't even process what I was looking at.
00:10The photograph lay in my trembling hands.
00:15There was no mistake.
00:16The man in the picture was me, the same red jacket, the same bike.
00:24The same camera hanging from my neck.
00:27Even the scratch on the left landscape was visible.
00:30The photograph had been taken from a hillside overlooking the railway.
00:35Yet I had never stood there, at least not that I remembered.
00:39A date was written on the bed, December 14, 2019.
00:45Three days in the future, I dropped the photograph.
00:49My pulse hammered in my ears.
00:51The room suddenly felt smaller.
00:53The walls seemed closer.
00:55Every photograph around me showed the same train, the same impossible locomotive.
01:01Decade passed in those pictures.
01:04People aged, buildings changed, landscapes transformed, but the train remained exactly the same.
01:11Like it existed outside time, and now somehow, I was part of the collection.
01:18I left the station immediately.
01:21I didn't run, but I wanted to.
01:24Every instinct screamed at me to get away.
01:26The sky had darkened.
01:29The sky had darkened considering me.
01:30Snow clouds rolled over the mountains.
01:33Another storm was approaching.
01:35As I hurried along the tracks, I kept glancing over my shoulder, half expecting someone to emerge from the abandoned
01:42station.
01:43Nobody did.
01:44Yet the feeling of being watched remained, persistent, unshakable.
01:49The sensation followed me all the way back to the maintenance shed.
01:53That night, I locked the door.
01:56Then I pushed a heavy cabin against it.
01:58I was not taking chances anymore.
02:01The whistle came at 11.48 p.m.
02:04Exactly.
02:05Not approximately.
02:07Exactly.
02:08The sound jolted me awake.
02:11For a moment, I considered ignoring it, pretending it was not there.
02:16But curiosity can be stronger than fear, especially when fear has already taken hold.
02:22I looked through a crag in the boarded window.
02:26The train was already approaching.
02:28Its headlights cut through the darkness.
02:32There's no shield around it like ghosts.
02:35The locomotive moved silently at first.
02:38Then came the familiar metallic rhythm.
02:41The grinding of wheels.
02:43The distant hum of machinery.
02:46Everything sounded real.
02:48Too real.
02:48The train drew closer.
02:50And this time, I noticed something different.
02:53One carriage stood out from the others.
02:55It was darker.
02:57Older.
02:59The windows appeared black.
03:01No light inside.
03:02No visible passenger.
03:04Just darkness.
03:05The 13th carriage.
03:07I don't know why I thought that.
03:09But the moment I saw it, I knew.
03:12That was the missing carriage.
03:14That one never recorded after the derailment.
03:17The one absent from official records.
03:19The one that should not exist.
03:21As the train passed, something moved inside that dark carriage.
03:25A shape, then another.
03:27Human silhouettes.
03:29Standing motionless behind the glass.
03:32Watching, waiting.
03:33The train continued rolling past.
03:36Carriage after carriage, disappearing into its top.
03:39Then for the briefest moment, the dark carriage aligned perfectly with my window.
03:43A figure stepped forward in sight.
03:47A man, tall, thin, wearing an old railway conductor's uniform.
03:52His face remained hidden in shadow.
03:55But I could see one thing clearly.
03:57He was smiling.
03:58And he was looking directly at me.
04:01The train vanished seconds later.
04:03Yet long after it disappeared, I remained frozen beside the window.
04:07Because just before the carriage passed out of the side, the conductor had raised one
04:13hand and pointed toward the door of my shed.
04:17Three knocks came minutes later.
04:19Sulu measured, deliberate, the sound decode through the building.
04:23My bullet turned cold.
04:25Nobody should have been there.
04:28No roads.
04:28No villages.
04:29No travellers.
04:30Just miles off.
04:31No covered wilderness.
04:33The knocking come again.
04:36Three solo taps.
04:38I remained silent.
04:39The room felt impossibly still.
04:41Then a voice spoke from outside.
04:43A man's voice.
04:44Calm.
04:45Polite.
04:46Ticket, please.
04:47Every muscles in my body tightened.
04:50The voice sounded close.
04:52Just beyond the door.
04:53I didn't respond.
04:55Several seconds passed.
04:57Then the voice spoke again.
04:59Exactly the same tone.
05:01Exactly the same words.
05:02Ticket, please.
05:05Something about the repetition felt wrong.
05:07Mechanical.
05:08Practiced.
05:09As if the speaker only knew a few phrases.
05:13I stayed perfectly still.
05:15Minute passed.
05:16No further sound.
05:18Eventually exhaustion overtook fear.
05:20At some point near dawn, I fell asleep.
05:25I woke to silence.
05:27The storm had ended.
05:28Sunlight reflected brilliantly off Krishna.
05:32For a brief moment, everything felt normal again.
05:36Then I noticed the footprints.
05:39They surrounded the shed.
05:41Hundreds of them.
05:42Not one shed.
05:43Hundreds.
05:44The snow around the building looked trampled.
05:48As though dozens of people had stood outside during the night.
05:52I stepped outside carefully.
05:55The footprints circled the structure repeatedly.
05:58Some approached the windows.
05:59Others stopped near the walls.
06:02One trail led directly to the door.
06:05Then ended.
06:05The night.
06:06No written footprints.
06:08No written footprints.
06:10Just an ending.
06:12As though someone had walked to the door and simply ceased to exist.
06:17That afternoon, I drove back into cars.
06:21I needed answer.
06:23The local railway archive occupied part of an aging government building near the station.
06:27Most records had been digitalized years earlier.
06:32The archivist seemed surprised by my questions.
06:35Especially when I mentioned the derailment.
06:40He disappeared into a back room and returned carrying a thin folder.
06:44Not much survived, he said.
06:46Many documents were lost.
06:48I opened the folder.
06:51Inside were newspaper clippings, investigation reports, victim list, photographs.
06:58One article immediately caught my attention.
07:01A witness statement.
07:02According to the report, several survivors described an unidentified railway employee walking
07:10through the train shortly before the accident.
07:12The man reportedly asked passengers a strange question.
07:16The same question repeatedly.
07:18Passengers after passengers.
07:20Carriage after carriage.
07:21The article quoted one witness directly.
07:23He kept asking us to look out the windows.
07:27My heart nearly stopped.
07:29The notebook.
07:30The sentence from the suitcase.
07:32The same word.
07:33The same man.
07:35The archivist noticed my reactions.
07:37You have heard the story?
07:39I shook my head.
07:41The old man lowered his voice.
07:43People around here still talk about him.
07:46Who?
07:46The conductor.
07:48I stared at him.
07:50The train didn't have a conductor.
07:51It did in order slowly.
07:54But according to regard, the conductor died three months before the accident.
07:59Silence filled the room.
08:01Neither of us spoke.
08:03Finally, I asked the question I had been avoiding.
08:05What happened to the missing carriage?
08:08The archivist looked uncomfortable.
08:11Very uncomfortable.
08:13There was not one.
08:14Officially.
08:15Officially.
08:17Officially.
08:18The distinction was not lost on me.
08:20What do you mean?
08:21He hesitated.
08:22Then leaned closer.
08:24Some recovery workers claimed they counted thirteen carriage after the crash.
08:29I felt my stomach tighten.
08:31The records only list twelve.
08:34Correct?
08:35Then where did the extra carriage come from?
08:38The old man looked away.
08:40For several seconds he said nothing.
08:43Then he whispered.
08:44That is the problem.
08:46He met my eyes.
08:49No one could ever find it again.
08:52That evening I returned to the railway.
08:55Not because I wanted to.
08:56Because I needed to know.
08:57The photographs from the station still haunted me.
09:01The date.
09:01The future date.
09:02December 14.
09:03Tomorrow.
09:04Whatever happened next.
09:06I knew it would happen soon.
09:08As darkness settled across the mountains.
09:10I reached the location shown in the photograph.
09:13The same hillside.
09:14The same angle.
09:15The same view overlooking the tracks.
09:18I stood exactly where the features version of myself had stood.
09:22The snow drifted quietly around me.
09:24The valley below was empty.
09:27Silent waiting.
09:28Then.
09:28Far in the distance.
09:30A whistle port through the night.
09:32This time it sounded different.
09:33Closer.
09:34Hungrier.
09:35And for the first time since arriving in cars.
09:38I realized something terrifying.
09:40The train was not following the tracks anymore.
09:42It was following me.
09:46The final part would reveal what happened on December 14.
09:50The truth about the 13th carriage.
09:51This is my stock overda exposed.
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