The Boy on Platform Four

Home-made Creepypasta Story #103: The Third Story from Home-made Creepypasta 2, The Second One Hundred Stories by Mark Watson. Collecting NOW...

The Boy on Platform Four

They say train stations never really sleep. Even when the last train has gone, when the lights hum with that dying-bulb flicker and the air is thick with oil and dust, there’s always something moving, rats in the shadows, a sudden gust of wind through the tunnel, echoes of footfalls that don’t belong to you.

I had heard the stories about Platform Four, of course. Everyone had. A boy who had died there, pushed beneath a train years ago. Some said he’d been running from bullies. Others whispered it was a friend, a jealous classmate. Nobody could ever prove it. But what made the story worse wasn’t the mystery of how he died, it was that he still waited.

I thought it was urban legend nonsense. Until the night I missed my last train.