Station Of The Dammed

The night was thick with an unsettling fog as the last train of the evening prepared to depart, a lone beacon against the encroaching darkness. Passengers, weary from the day's toils, hurried towards the train, their breaths visible in the chill air. Unbeknownst to them, a sinister presence lurked among them, ready to unleash a wave of terror that would alter the course of their lives forever. The station's dim lights flickered ominously, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with malevolence, amplifying the palpable tension that hung in the air.