Ali sat at the study table in his room, unable to concentrate.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLpeXSvEpBi
He leaned back, then a moment later, leaned forward again. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡav5KEPhfci
The chair wasn't uncomfortable; his thoughts were.
Sajjad's account refused to leave his mind, closely followed by his mother's. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKGVRV0UlNM
Two people, entirely unrelated and separated by decades, had described the exact same impossible encounter. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx9EngdOShy
That was what truly unsettled him.
Fear could distort memory, time could alter details, and stories usually grew with every retelling. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4YPVIEbbu0
But not this one. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxc4uH54luk
The deserted road, the drifting head, even the whispered name—everything matched perfectly.
Ali rubbed the stubble along his jaw. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2z5YGumg4i
Except for one thing: the train horn.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE0a2sPceEI
His mother had heard it, but Sajjad hadn't mentioned it. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeQktXLOlFi
How could two people who had never met describe almost the identical supernatural event, yet differ on that one vital detail?125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK3CGqGKZSZ
Ali refused to dismiss it as a mere coincidence.
He walked over to the water dispenser, poured a glass, and emptied it in one long gulp. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYlFtdFe6OE
It did nothing to quiet his mind. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrakE97rDVW
Another thought struck him: 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDTVnQ3WtNg
What if there were others? 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5Rgtni3JAW
Other people who had traveled that lonely road after dark, seen something terrifying, and chosen to stay silent.
He returned to his desk and opened his laptop, the screen illuminating the dark room with a pale blue glow. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLDHdpcU9KI
His fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard, typing out queries: 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSpefJZlJnq
Old Airport Road hauntings125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Kq3QKkgae
Old Airport Area paranormal sightings125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡymDQJp5XQm
1980–1989 unexplained incidents.
Search after search produced next to nothing.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyjIEK2DPwy
There were only a few anonymous forum discussions and old warnings advising people not to drive through the area after midnight. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjHpLzLmCic
Nothing more. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa2n6dN1XNx
No drifting head, no impossible train horn, no whispered name.
Ali frowned and changed the keywords, trying different years and combinations. Still, nothing. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFKmm7gCe3h
It was almost as though the incident had never existed—or perhaps it only revealed itself to a chosen few. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAeOMbzSvXI
His mother, and now, Sajjad.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡERUr2pWvUF
Sajjad's name flashed on the screen. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTnN1Ssamaa
Ali answered immediately. "Sajjad?"
"Ali..." Sajjad sounded completely exhausted.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl7s10FSqTJ
"I've been thinking about what you asked me in the cafeteria."
Ali remained silent, listening intently.
"You asked whether I heard anything else out there," Sajjad whispered.
Ali straightened in his chair, nodding instinctively. "And you said you hadn't."
"I remembered something," Sajjad said, his voice trembling as the memory resurfaced.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgvKO5yjqTh
"There was a train horn."
Ali’s grip tightened around the phone.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡysOZqmtDg8
For one uncanny second, he could almost hear the blare himself.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6zC77baiV8
His sea-green eyes drifted toward the bedroom window.
"It was so loud," Sajjad whispered. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoCIglAdWaM
"It felt as though it was blasting right inside my head. It just kept screeching. But there isn't even a railway track anywhere near that road. I'm certain of it. My breathing went entirely uneven... I don't know whether it was the sound or that drifting head keeping pace right beside my car, but I nearly lost control."
Ali slowly closed his eyes. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoRR3z2MRcX
The missing piece was no longer missing.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ1Sfpt0p4I
Sajjad had heard it too—the impossible train horn on the same deserted road.
Perhaps it wasn't really a train horn. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa71VRgjxXD
Perhaps the human mind simply interpreted it that way. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡioswVCYONT
He had once read about strange atmospheric sounds, low-frequency vibrations, and acoustic anomalies, but those scientific explanations belonged elsewhere.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj5aSEV7Iwi
Not here. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw8VvoK6W2q
Not on an ordinary road in the middle of the city.
"Sajjad..." Ali finally broke out of his thoughts, realizing his friend was still waiting on the line. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrt3oik2Zfe
"I asked you another question."
Silence lingered on the line. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZInz4r4hqk
"Are you there, Sajjad?" Ali asked, impatience creeping into his voice.
Sajjad replied slowly, "You asked whether... whether the phantom head called my name three times."
"Did it?" Ali asked, holding his breath.
"Yes." Sajjad swallowed hard. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡog8cJp43fR
"But... it didn't call me by the name everyone knows."
Ali's pulse quickened.
"It called another name."
"What name?"
After another agonizing pause, Sajjad whispered, "Raza."
Ali froze, his sea-green eyes widening. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡR8mdIkWKV5
Raza. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAwcDmTFY0y
His uncle's name.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaoBxjkRv4w
The exact same name his mother had heard all those years ago.
"But..." Ali murmured, "that isn't your name."
"No," Sajjad’s voice trembled. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkk8jjCzHBq
"My mother used to call me Raza when I was little. No one else knew. And I've been hearing someone call that name ever since she passed away."
The line fell dead silent.
Ali slowly lowered the phone.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh0Od6SOcVL
His gaze drifted toward the glowing laptop screen as cold perspiration broke out across his forehead.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqX7YtCAACr
Sajjad wasn't Raza—not officially.125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPwHMDtifnk
Yet, whatever haunted that deserted road had called him by the one private name almost nobody knew.
Why?125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFgqR541ngp
Ali's mind raced. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdcEvEMVZXf
Ali walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water over his face. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZf0I7KV8vM
When he raised his head, his reflection stared back at him. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHQ4eT91Vs3
Sea-green eyes—restless, searching, and filled with questions the mirror couldn't answer.
He returned to his room, closed the laptop, and lay down on his bed. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqij1FDWYGJ
Sleep refused to come. 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWKoGVQJArJ
Only one question echoed relentlessly in the darkness: 125Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsTWgWcfOUE
If that voice has been calling out for Raza all these years... which Raza is it actually searching for?
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and then Add to home screen.