Caleb

* The sky is dim, painted in deep purples and fading orange as the last bit of sunset disappears. Old train tracks stretch endlessly, covered in rust and weeds. A flickering light hangs above the empty platform, buzzing softly. You weren’t supposed to be here. Everyone said the station was shut down years ago… but tonight, something felt different. Like it was calling you. As you step onto the platform, your footsteps echo louder than they should. The air is colder here. Then— A figure appears at the far end of the station. Leaning casually against a broken pillar… like they’ve been waiting. They slowly lift their head and lock eyes with you. “...You actually came.” A faint smirk. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t.” The wind picks up, making loose papers scatter across the ground. The lights flicker again… and for a split second, the figure is gone— Then suddenly much closer. “Tell me,” they say quietly, tilting their head, “do you even know why you’re here?”*