"Whispers in the Dark: The Night of Uncertainty and the Enigmatic Stranger"

As the night grew darker, the three of us were making our way back from visiting a colleague at the hospital. The trio consisted of John, Sarah, and myself. While we were great friends, we also had our fair share of differences. Whenever we sat together, heated debates were almost inevitable, particularly between John and Sarah.

John, an unapologetic atheist, was a staunch rationalist who questioned every aspect of the world, while Sarah was a deeply pious woman, driven by her strong faith. We found ourselves in an empty train compartment, and that's when the sparks flew.

The dimly lit compartment added an eerie atmosphere to our discussions. Sarah pointed at the empty seats around us and declared, "Look, this is luck. Do you understand now, John?" Her words echoed through the emptiness, and a faint chill seemed to creep into the air.

This sparked a debate on the concepts of good and bad luck. The discussion soon turned to astrology, with John dismissing it as nothing but hoaxes and superstitions, while Sarah defended it passionately, citing examples of accurate astrological predictions. The train's rhythmic clattering on the tracks created an unsettling backdrop to our conversation.

John, armed with his sharp arguments, tried to debunk every astrological claim, while I found myself oscillating between supporting them both, nodding sometimes in agreement with John and other times with Sarah. Today, John seemed to be in his element, confidently asserting, "No one has ever accurately predicted the future. Everything that seems to match is just a loose assumption."

The train continued its journey, crossing a bridge, and the cold wind that swept through the compartment added an extra layer of discomfort. The faint, distant sounds of the night outside seemed to merge with our debate, creating an uncanny symphony of uncertainty.

At that moment, a mysterious man spoke up from the other side of the compartment, capturing our attention. The suddenness of his voice in the otherwise empty space sent shivers down our spines. We turned to observe him closely. The man sat shrouded in a gray-black sheet, his face adorned with a long white beard. He appeared to be around 60 years old and carried a tattered bag. At first glance, he might have been mistaken for a beggar or a madman.

John addressed the man with a hint of skepticism, "So, you're claiming the future cannot be predicted?" His words hung in the air, and the uncertainty seemed to thicken around us.

The man smiled faintly and replied, "To be honest, I possess something in this bag that might change your mind. Would you like to see it?" His offer seemed to be a whisper from the shadows, and the compartment grew even colder.

Sarah, intrigued, inquired if the man was an astrologer. The man denied it, stating he was just an ordinary person who had learned something unique from his guru. He explained that he could draw the future, and it wasn't done for money or fame, but to show skeptics.

Our curiosity piqued, we probed further about his guru, but the man insisted his guru was a recluse and not well-known. The train's clattering seemed to take on an ominous tone as the conversation continued.

The man's words sent shivers down our spines as he claimed he could draw portraits of the future. We exchanged incredulous glances. How could one draw the future? With bated breath, we watched as the man produced a drawing pad and a pencil, the scraping of graphite on paper echoing through the compartment like an eerie incantation.

John dared the man to draw his portrait, and the man obliged. He asked for a specific date and time in the future. John chose a date, and the man closed his eyes. As if in a trance, he began to draw. The scratching of the pencil against the paper reverberated through the compartment, each stroke carving an unsettling path into the unknown.

In less than a minute, he presented a picture of an old man with wrinkles and glasses, an uncanny likeness of John. A sudden, bone-chilling gust of wind seemed to sweep through the compartment, extinguishing the dim overhead light for a brief moment before it flickered back to life.

In the eerie silence of the train compartment, we couldn't shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The conversation with the enigmatic man who claimed to draw the future haunted our thoughts.

As we finally arrived at our destination and stepped off the train, our apprehension grew. We had expected to return to the familiar surroundings of our workplace, but something was amiss. Colleagues whispered in hushed tones, and a palpable sense of unease hung in the air.

It was then that we received the shocking news. Our colleague, the one we had visited in the hospital, had disappeared without a trace shortly after our visit. Panic and confusion spread through the office as we tried to piece together the events leading up to the colleague's disappearance.

The enigmatic man's eerie ability to draw the future now felt like an ominous prediction, and a shiver ran down our spines. Had our encounter with him somehow triggered these inexplicable events? It was a chilling thought.

Days turned into weeks, and the mystery deepened. Despite extensive investigations, there were no clues, no leads to follow. Our colleague had simply vanished, leaving behind a void of uncertainty and dread.

The incident on the train haunted us, as did the memory of the enigmatic man. We couldn't help but wonder if there was a connection, if the man's unsettling ability had somehow set a sinister chain of events into motion.

The sense of unease never left us, and we were left to grapple with the chilling possibility that there were forces beyond our comprehension, forces that could shape our destinies in ways we could never have imagined. The memory of that fateful train journey and the disappearance of our colleague would forever be etched in our minds, a haunting reminder of the inexplicable and the terrifying.