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It was at 3 a.m. when the silence of the tunnel was broken by a shiver. The technicians, sent to repair a fault, froze as they heard a faint whisper that cried out “...mom...”.
In the background, a small figure began to walk toward them. It was a lone child who, in a trembling voice, implored to find his mother lost on the train.
His desperate cries echoed off the walls as his silhouette faded into a spectral haze.
Although they tried to get closer, the little boy vanished before their terrified eyes, only to reappear motionless in the darkness of the tunnel. A sinister, indescribable presence that shook them to the bone.
They gathered their tools and fled from that cursed place. Later they would discover the tragic story: years before, a mother and her child fell on the tracks in that same station.
She died, but the child disappeared without a trace, condemned to wander eternally in search of his mother.
Since then, rumors persist in those tunnels: the spirit of the little boy wanders tirelessly, begging in the gloom to find the lap of his lost mother.
A heartbreaking lament that haunts those who dare to disturb his endless search.
