Every evening at sunset, a motorbike appeared on the same empty rural road.
No rider.
No sound of arrival.
It was just… there.
Parked exactly at the same spot near the old bridge.
People in the village started noticing it after a few days.
At first, they thought someone was playing a prank.
But the bike never moved during the day.
And every night at sunset, it reappeared again.
Clean.
Rested.
Like it had just been used.
One evening, a young mechanic decided to stay and watch.
He hid behind a broken wall near the road.
The sun began to set.
Wind got stronger.
And then he heard it.
A faint engine sound.
Getting closer.
But there was nothing on the road.
Then suddenly…
The motorbike appeared again.
But this time, the engine was still running.
And the headlight was pointing directly at him.
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The mechanic stepped out slowly, hands shaking.
The motorbike didn’t move.
The engine was still running.
Then his phone vibrated.
A message appeared from an unknown number:
“Don’t be afraid. I’m trying to get home.”
Confused, he looked around the empty road.
No one was there.
Then he noticed something strange.
The bike’s fuel tank had a small engraved name.
It belonged to a man who had disappeared on that same road during a storm five years ago.
Search teams never found him.
But his motorbike was never reported missing.
The mechanic slowly sat down beside it.
And for the first time…
The engine stopped.
As if it had finally arrived where it was supposed to be.
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