A diary entry by the signalman
Day 16
On that dark and somber Thursday, it was two minutes past midnight.
In the tunnel, there was a refreshing breeze that proved helpful as this area is consistently damp. While engrossed in my task, I suddenly caught wind of a voice emanating from the red light. As I glanced down the track, to my astonishment, I saw a man frantically waving as if to caution me. He yelled "Be careful! Be careful!" Without any hesitation, I sprinted towards him only for him to vanish just as I was about to reach him. When utilizing the telegraph for communication in both directions, I received an identical response: No danger. Initially, doubts arose that it might be my own imagination at play; however, it felt incredibly vivid and genuine.
After 6 hours, an accident occurred which
...I found to be a highly unusual coincidence. Upon contemplating it, I concluded that this occurrence was not purely accidental. However, logical reasoning leaves no room for any other explanation unless I consider myself mentally unstable.
On Day 192
The day was filled with sunshine that pierced through the darkness, and I had fully recovered from the shock of an incident that happened half a year ago. On foot, I made my way to the track where I unexpectedly saw the same apparition standing beneath the red light once again.
In a quiet setting, where the only noise was water dripping from wet stones, the environment underwent a dramatic change. It went from being lively to becoming completely hidden. Overwhelmed by surprise and doubt, I paused to take a seat. After about 5 minutes, I peered outside once more, but
it had vanished. Many hours later, while the train continued its journey, screams unexpectedly erupted from one of the compartments. I urgently motioned for the driver to halt and though he applied brakes, it was too late to prevent a catastrophe.
Upon reaching the train 150 yards away, I found that a stunning young woman had passed away. This subsequent occurrence has deeply provoked my thoughts. The two eerie events cannot be logically explained. I have deduced that whenever the apparition materializes, it foreshadows an impending death on the railway.
Day 259
The specter has been appearing for a week now, causing me great distress. It has returned to its usual spot, but this time it has regained its voice and urgently shouts, "For God's sake, clear the way!" I have been unable to sleep or rest for the past week, constantly vigilant for any imminent danger. I wonder why the specter cannot communicate the exact timing and details of these events. If it could, I could potentially save another innocent life. Sadly, I cannot transmit warnings through telegraph.
What evidence do I have that an accident will occur? They will simply deem me crazy and I will be fired from my job. I am left with no alternative but to wait for a death to occur. The specter, just standing there and yelling Danger! Danger!, how I curse it...
Day 261
Today, a representative from the Company paid me a visit. Initially, I mistook him for the specter, as he shouted "Halloa! Below there!" which is precisely what the specter says.
But he turned out not to be a specter. We had a talk about my job in which I
let my conscience take the better of me. I admitted that I was troubled. Instantly, he seized upon my statement and promised to pay me a visit tomorrow to discuss it. During the entire meeting, I heard the specter down at the danger light. He must have noticed my fear as I repeatedly looked down the track. My worry is growing and I contemplate whether or not I should tell the truth to the man from the Company tomorrow.
Day 262
The man arrived as he had promised. I shared my fears and recounted the coincidences to him. However, being a rational man, he did not trust my account. He relied on his logical reasoning and left without accepting my interpretation of the coincidences. Oh...
I hope the specter will reveal the forthcoming events - whether it is a train crash or another sudden passenger death. Currently, I am feeling nervous and uneasy. As the night draws to a close, I conclude with a melancholic remark. Perhaps nothing will transpire, and the specter will vanish by tomorrow.
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