Monday, 17 November 2014

Ghost Town



The train was late by two hours. He was getting worried. He had asked Ess to come to the railway station in his car for he was scared of traveling in a taxi late in the night.
The train should have reached the destination at 1030 PM; it was already 1230AM and the train was yet to reach.

“Ess would have gone back by now. How long could he have waited?” he said to himself. “If he is not at the station I will have to hire a taxi.”

His nervousness increased with passage of every minute, “It will be first time in my life that I would be travelling in a taxi in the dead of night.”

The train reached his destination. He quickly got off the train and rushed to the exit gate of railway station. But he was surprised to see that he was the only passenger who had got off the train.

“It is really unusual, I am the only person getting off and I thought that more than eighty per cent passengers were travelling to this place. But why are not these people getting off?”

Railway station was totally deserted; not even one person could be seen there. The silence of the railway station was loud and frightening. 

He almost ran and ran out of the station; hearing sounds of his own thumping heart and his fleeting footsteps.

Outside, the city was as deserted as the railway station was where he had got off. There was no one anywhere around. There were no vehicles on the roads. There were no voices or noises in the air. It was an empty city he had come to.

All lights were shining and shining brightly. But he did not find the lights heartening; the lights made the emptiness of the city stark and terrifying.

“Have I come to wrong place? It looks more like a ghost town,” he muttered to himself and rushed back to the railway station. He looked at the board on which name of the station was flashing.

He read the name and shrieked in horror.
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A post for Magpie Tales on a picture prompt

14 comments:

  1. This is a perfect episode for a mystery thriller. Great prose arora! A refreshing take from the usual poetry!

    Hank

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  2. So, where has he come? Hmmm! I thought he would wake up & realize that it was a dream!

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    1. no he was not dreaming, thanks for reading the post

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  3. Well thought out and well presented; good work.

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    1. thanks Berowne for your comments, they are so encouraging

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  4. The atmosphere for a ghost story is marvellously created. The reader can almost find him-/herself standing on a deserted street in the middle of an eerie night.

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    1. thanks Tomichan, nice that you liked it

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    1. well it is for the reader to imagine, thanks Theresa for reading it

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  6. Was it Dunwich , Kingsport or Innsmouth ? Yikes

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    1. well, its for the reader to imagine, thanks for reading it

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  7. This feels like a recurring dream I have...

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  8. thanks Tess for reading the post

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