It was a quiet Tuesday night during the Lunar Ghost Month when Alex found himself waiting for the last train at Bishan MRT station. The platform heading towards Ang Mo Kio was unusually deserted, the echoes of the day’s hustle and bustle long gone. The cold air wrapped around him like an unwelcome embrace, sending shivers down his spine. He dismissed the chill, attributing it to the empty platform. Perhaps it was due to the Lunar Ghost Month, when parents would urge their children to go home early, leaving the station eerily quiet.

Alex had always heard whispers about the station’s eerie reputation. Built on the grounds of a former cemetery, Bishan MRT was infamous for its ghost stories. Skeptical yet intrigued, Alex had never truly believed in the supernatural until that night.
As he paced along the platform, Alex’s eyes were drawn to a figure standing very close to the glass platform door. The person was dressed in white, leaning in and staring intensely into the glass. The strange behavior immediately caught Alex's attention, his curiosity piqued and his nerves on edge.

Confused and slightly unnerved, he squinted, trying to make out more details. The figure’s long hair obscured any facial features, and there was something unsettling about its stillness and the way it seemed almost transfixed by its reflection.
Alex glanced around, hoping to see someone else on the platform, but he was alone. The cold seemed to intensify, making the hairs on his arms stand on end. He checked his watch, noting that the train was due any minute. His attention returned to the figure, curiosity getting the better of him.

He took a few hesitant steps closer, the sound of his footsteps echoing eerily in the empty station. The figure didn’t move or acknowledge his presence. As Alex closed the distance, a sense of dread washed over him. The figure’s white attire seemed almost luminescent under the harsh fluorescent lights, casting an ethereal glow.
Suddenly, Alex noticed something that made his blood run cold—there was no reflection of the figure in the glass platform door. He blinked, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. The figure was there, solid and real, yet the glass showed nothing but the empty platform behind it.

Without warning, a loud shriek pierced the silence, reverberating off the walls of the station. Alex froze, his heart pounding in his chest. The sound was otherworldly, a mix of anguish and fury. Before he could react, the figure at the glass platform door began to dissolve, disappearing into the glass itself as if merging with it.

Panic surged through Alex as he stumbled backward, his eyes wide with terror. He spun around, desperately seeking any sign of another person. The platform remained empty, the silence now oppressive. The train’s distant rumble snapped him out of his daze, and he rushed toward the approaching lights.

When the train arrived, Alex boarded hurriedly, his mind racing. He found a seat and stared out the window, his reflection pale and shaken. As the train pulled away from Bishan, he couldn’t shake the image of the figure in white or the haunting shriek that still echoed in his ears.