🎧 Shraapit – नारकपुर की आखिरी ट्रेनPart 4: “संचिता का फ़ोन कॉल”
Subah ke 3 baje the.
Sanchita apne hostel ke kamre me akele thi.
Bahaar tez hawa chal rahi thi, aur purani khidki thak-thak kar rahi thi.
Wo apne phone me horror podcast sun rahi thi —
title tha, “Narakpur Ki Aakhiri Train – Part 3.”
Usne half suna hi tha ki phone hang ho gaya.
Screen black.
Aur thodi der baad...
ek unknown number se call aaya.
Number ke last 4 digits the — 1942.
Usne call uthaya, par kuch suna nahi.
Sirf ek train horn…
aur halki si faint voice:
“Sanchita...”
Wo shock me uth baithi.
Phone cut ho gaya.
Usne socha koi prank hoga.
Par jab phone dubara dekha, call log me likha tha —
“Incoming Call – Narakpur Station.”
Uska dil tez dhadakne laga.
Usne phone switch off karna chaha…
par phone apne aap se AI voice play karne laga:
“Train aa gayi hai… tumhara naam likha ja chuka hai.”
Room me light blink karne lagi.
Mirror ke paas khadi thi, aur uske peeche kuch hilta dikhai diya.
Wo palti — kuch nahi tha.
Phir phone screen khud se on hua.
Ek notification pop hua —
“Welcome aboard, Sanchita.”
Aur background me wahi diary khuli hui dikh rahi thi,
jis par likha tha —
“Agla safar… ab tumhara hai.”
Wo chillai aur phone farsh pe gira diya.
Screen crack hui —
par us crack me reflection me ek chehra tha...
station master ka.
Usne dheere se kaha —
“Agla station... sirf maut ka hota hai.”
Sanchita behosh ho gayi.
Aur subah jab hostel ke log uske kamre me aaye,
to room andar se locked tha…
aur bed par ek train ticket pada tha.
Date likhi thi: आज रात 12:00 AM – Narakpur Express.
Passenger name: Sanchita Mehra
Seat Number: 13.
Aur diary ke ek naye page par likha tha —
“Agle musafir ke liye jagah ban gayi hai...”
Train horn bajta hai… aur kahani ek aur raat me chali jaati hai.
(Sound fades — door slam, distant scream, silence.)
