On the northern outskirts of Kolkata, there is an abandoned railway station no train has stopped at since 1998.
Its official name was removed from railway records long ago.
But locals still whisper about it.
They call it The Midnight Platform.
Because every night at exactly 12:00 a.m., a train arrives there.
Part 1
Arnav was a content creator who explored haunted locations for his channel.
When he first heard about the Midnight Platform, he dismissed it as another urban legend.
But the story had one detail he couldn't ignore:
No one who boarded the midnight train was ever seen the same again.
At 11:55 p.m., he stood before the broken station sign, barely readable under thick fog.
MIDNIGHT PLATFORM.
His camera light flickered on.
"Alright guys," he whispered to his viewers, "we are standing at one of the most haunted stations in eastern India…"
Then he heard it.
A train whistle.
Long. Distant. Echoing through empty tracks that hadn't carried trains in decades.
Arnav froze.
There were no operational routes here.
And yet—
The ground began to tremble.
Part 2
At exactly 12:00 a.m., headlights cut through the fog.
A train emerged.
It looked ancient. Rusted metal. Dark windows. No visible driver.
It made no sound as it stopped.
No steam. No brakes screeching.
Just silence.
Then the doors slid open on their own.
Arnav swallowed.
Every instinct told him to leave.
Instead, he stepped inside.
Part 3
The air was freezing. Not winter-cold—
but lifeless.
Like the inside of a morgue.
The carriage was empty.
Rows of old seats covered in dust.
Except—
At the far end sat a woman.
Long black hair covered her face.
She wore a white saree.
Her head hung low.
Arnav approached slowly.
"Excuse me… are you aware this station is abandoned?"
The woman did not respond.
His camera began to glitch.
Static filled the screen.
Slowly—
Very slowly—
Her head lifted.
Her hair parted.
There were no eyes.
Only hollow black sockets staring directly at him.
The lights inside the carriage burst off.
Darkness swallowed everything.
Part 4
distorted announcement echoed through unseen speakers:
"Next station… Final Destination."
The train suddenly accelerated.
Outside the windows—there was nothing.
No city lights.
No tracks.
No sky.
Just endless blackness.
Arnav ran toward the door.
Locked.
Behind him—
Footsteps.
Soft.
Wet.
Tok… Tok… Tok…
He turned.
The woman was gone.
But the aisle floor was now covered in small, soaking-wet footprints.
Dozens of them.
Children's footprints.
They surrounded him.
And then he heard the whispering.
Not one voice.
Hundreds.
"Take us home…"
"We never arrived…"
"You will stay…"
Cold fingers wrapped around his throat.
His camera fell.
The last recording captured heavy breathing—
And then complete silence.
Part 5
The next morning, railway workers discovered a broken camera near the abandoned tracks.
The footage was corrupted.
Except for the final frame.
Arnav stood alone on the platform.
Smiling.
His eyes were completely black.
And the station sign—once faded and broken—now looked freshly painted.
It read:
NEXT PASSENGER ARRIVING
Epilogue
Since that night, a rumor has spread online.
Anyone who watches Arnav's final uploaded video receives a notification at exactly 12:00 a.m.
Train Arriving…
And if they look out their window—
They can hear a train approaching.
On tracks that do not exist.