#horror train

Horror train….

“I think we should also walk to the station Papa”, I said. It was 12:10AM and I was with my father in the Varuna express . The train arrived at the outer side of the station Varanasi and was standing there from almost an hour. Everybody was getting restless. It was a journey of not very long but exhausting in summer nights especially in the general compartments of the train. Due to non-availability of the seats in AC, I was travelling with my father in general compartment from Lucknow to Varanasi. Month of June in North India, No fan, more than 10 people around, anyone who experienced it can understand how pathetic it feels. It was like we all were sitting in a boiler and getting boiled with every second. It was all dark outside the train. The visibility was till the point where the train’s light was reaching from the window.

Some of the co-passengers decided to leave the train and walk till the station. It was a KM walk only. So I was asking my father to leave with them. The nearby compartments were empty. It was just our compartment and some were in the last two compartments we guessed. So we all left and I was the unlucky one who was the last person to deboard the Train. I was just so excited to reach home that I ignored this fact that I am the last person and it’s just the lonely track behind me. We were walking towards the station with the light coming from the windows of the train. It was a railway track we were walking on, so a little uncomfortable.

I was wearing Jeans . Before I could try to walk fast and come parallel to my father, I felt something wrap around my leg, for a complete 1 minute, which was pulling me back. No . It wasn’t because of the tight jeans. I felt the appalling fingers around my legs just below the knees. It was holding it like it was stopping me to go away. My father was not far from me but I was tongue-tied, I wasn’t able to scream or say anything but just walk with heavy legs. I was feeling like I have tugged something with my legs, like a heavy wooden rod. And all of a sudden the train’s engine blew it’s whistle and the train started moving slowly. It distracted me and we started to walk fast so that it won’t be completely dark .

It was around 1:15AM we reached home. I was all excited to meet my mother so I forgot what happened and slept after some gossips.

I remember the most fiendish morning of my life when I woke up and remembered the last night. It forced me to look at my legs where I felt those hands.  With a deep breath, uncertain what horror I would face next. I rolled my payjama.