Ali sat at the study table in his room, unable to concentrate.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEpIvPelQn9
He leaned back, then a moment later, leaned forward again. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNUQLyHv3xR
The chair wasn't uncomfortable; his thoughts were.
Sajjad's account refused to leave his mind, closely followed by his mother's. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ75QN2xHhoi
Two people, entirely unrelated and separated by decades, had described the exact same impossible encounter. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8FfG1X25F6
That was what truly unsettled him.
Fear could distort memory, time could alter details, and stories usually grew with every retelling. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUmW3HxmsnB
But not this one. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQlGtWZE1rT
The deserted road, the drifting head, even the whispered name—everything matched perfectly.
Ali rubbed the stubble along his jaw. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpLR23TRkst
Except for one thing: the train horn.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ16aBr1sSgY
His mother had heard it, but Sajjad hadn't mentioned it. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2vm6P5DK5E
How could two people who had never met describe almost the identical supernatural event, yet differ on that one vital detail?6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk6wAw6jssZ
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. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWG0jxzqYQP
It did nothing to quiet his mind. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBTloTU2QmZ
Another thought struck him: 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiFM1BHFOlR
What if there were others? 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Rhje7izBN
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. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKkV4MkvLqV
His fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard, typing out queries: 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5a92wZGPOK
Old Airport Road hauntings6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFLPUMCh0ZE
Old Airport Area paranormal sightings6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIZLjbajqmI
1980–1989 unexplained incidents.
Search after search produced next to nothing.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgIDngBtu84
There were only a few anonymous forum discussions and old warnings advising people not to drive through the area after midnight. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ84YW6zjGsb
Nothing more. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRMIBh1JGN8
No drifting head, no impossible train horn, no whispered name.
Ali frowned and changed the keywords, trying different years and combinations. Still, nothing. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjPxpLM0Vj9
It was almost as though the incident had never existed—or perhaps it only revealed itself to a chosen few. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbPIREAVH3H
His mother, and now, Sajjad.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsGj14bcvZ7
Sajjad's name flashed on the screen. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSGtJlvVPlt
Ali answered immediately. "Sajjad?"
"Ali..." Sajjad sounded completely exhausted.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr7yZhxf3ix
"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.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFGwI6SAY39
"There was a train horn."
Ali’s grip tightened around the phone.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo1yvbliP8h
For one uncanny second, he could almost hear the blare himself.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyRi3Zcf3yf
His sea-green eyes drifted toward the bedroom window.
"It was so loud," Sajjad whispered. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9yHoCjbhlk
"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. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYvMg4Cwmrg
The missing piece was no longer missing.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp8YCN4H0vN
Sajjad had heard it too—the impossible train horn on the same deserted road.
Perhaps it wasn't really a train horn. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAkVocLpHsr
Perhaps the human mind simply interpreted it that way. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXe7Ge8AArH
He had once read about strange atmospheric sounds, low-frequency vibrations, and acoustic anomalies, but those scientific explanations belonged elsewhere.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkfSIHj7pz4
Not here. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD01K6EH72v
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. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKhClinqt4G
"I asked you another question."
Silence lingered on the line. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC5Qyrm8dAy
"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. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHrabGHy8oB
"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. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDbC5tiheus
Raza. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVvV7hR3Coc
His uncle's name.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzpPY78BsbO
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. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNmiEY7O1hW
"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.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1hEnSBUsZv
His gaze drifted toward the glowing laptop screen as cold perspiration broke out across his forehead.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg9KyTt4sfK
Sajjad wasn't Raza—not officially.6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ42Jhck5Rbc
Yet, whatever haunted that deserted road had called him by the one private name almost nobody knew.
Why?6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQwrVKbp0oP
Ali's mind raced. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOaCizGxeTp
Ali walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water over his face. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4kkj9uJeLi
When he raised his head, his reflection stared back at him. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcuj787Xr0l
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. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPrbwDJvKsh
Sleep refused to come. 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL2JbH03JTQ
Only one question echoed relentlessly in the darkness: 6Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQwVixMY8DM
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.