It was a dark and rainy night when Matías arrived at the train station, a desolate place that seemed to have been forgotten by time. The lights flickered, casting elongated shadows over the empty platforms. The rain pounded the ground fiercely, creating countless puddles that reflected the dim lights. He had lost his job, and his relationship had crumbled. The train he was waiting for was his last hope, a journey to a place where he could restart his life.
As he looked at the station clock, he felt a chill run down his spine. The hands seemed to be moving faster than normal. The air was thick with palpable tension, as if the world was holding its breath. He approached the platform, where an old train suddenly came to a stop, the whistle of the locomotive echoing in the darkness. The doors opened with a creak, revealing a worn but warm interior.
Without thinking, Matías boarded. Instantly, he felt that something was not right. In the compartments, other passengers stared at him, their faces pale and empty. He sat in an empty seat and forced himself to breathe calmly, trying to ignore the strange feeling of unease that enveloped him. As the train began to move, the lights flickered again, and a distant laughter echoed in the air, causing his heart to race.
As the train progressed, the outside landscapes turned into a blurry mantle of darkness. The shadows seemed to stretch and twist, as if they wanted to enter the carriage. A man in the seat across from him, with deep, dark eyes, began to speak to him. His words were unintelligible, but Matías felt a strange connection, as if they were sharing a secret.
We are all here for a reason, the man said, smiling unsettlingly. This train takes us to a place where the truth is revealed. Matías frowned, feeling uncomfortable. He didnt want to be there, but he felt trapped.
Suddenly, the train came to a screeching halt. The lights flickered before going out completely, plunging everyone into darkness. The murmur of the passengers turned into screams, and the air became heavy. Matías tried to stay calm, but panic began to take hold of him. What was happening? An ominous silence followed the storm of voices, and when the lights returned, he discovered that some passengers had disappeared.
The atmosphere became oppressive, and every time the train moved forward, Matías could feel something lurking. A dark shadow seemed to be present in every corner, whispering in the ears of the other passengers. The man across from him, now with an even wider smile, whispered, Madness is not a destination, its a journey.
Terrified, Matías looked around and realized that the faces of the other passengers were beginning to distort, their expressions becoming grotesque and delirious. He felt like he was losing his mind, trapped on a train that was taking him toward an unfathomable abyss. The lights flickered again, and before he could react, the train stopped once more.
This time, the doors opened to a landscape that seemed straight out of a nightmare. A path filled with fog and shadows stretched before him, and the laughter of the disappeared echoed in the distance. Matías understood that there was no way to escape, that he had entered a cycle from which he could not emerge.
As the other passengers began to disembark, he remained seated, paralyzed by horror. Suddenly, the man across from him leaned toward him and whispered, Theres no turning back, my friend. This is the last train to madness. With a flick of his hand, the train lights went out again, and Matías felt the darkness enveloping him.
When he finally woke up, he was lying on an empty platform, with the distant sound of a train fading away. Shadows moved around him, but he was alone. Not knowing if he had been dreaming or if everything had been real, he realized that madness had begun to infiltrate his mind. The station was deserted, and around him, the thick, cold fog advanced, as if it were claiming him. The echo of laughter and whispers lingered in the air, reminding him that sometimes, the most terrifying thing is not what lies outside, but what is hidden in the depths of the mind.