I heard this story from someone who commuted to work on a regional railroad in the Kanto region.
The person commuted from the first station, N City, a private railway with a short operating section, and the ride was less than 20 minutes long.
It was a rare chance to sit down in the train, so he fell asleep.
When I woke up, I found that I was in the same train car, but in a strange countryside.
The person was in a daze.
“I wonder if a branch line was built without my knowledge and I got on the wrong train…”
The person continued to ride the train without thinking too much about it.
I casually listened to the conversation of an elderly couple sitting next to me.
I was listening casually to the old couple sitting next to me.
They were talking something like, “No, no, don’t worry about it.”
The high school girls standing in front of me were also saying something along the lines of.
“Come to think of it, I would have liked to have gone to a few more places.”
They were talking about how disappointed they were.
After running for a while, we stopped at a station with a difficult name (he says he can’t remember it) that has about 7 or 8 kanji characters in the old alphabet.
Three or four people get off at the station.
At an unmanned station in the countryside, the conductor receives the ticket, and the train departs again.
The disembarked passengers walk much farther down the single track of the rice field.
‘Where are they going in the morning without work…?’
I wondered, watching from the train.
After running for a while in the same way, a station with a strange name appeared, where several people got off one by one.
Soon it was completely evening.
(According to his memory, the train was running into the sunset without any lights on.)
By that time, the elderly couple next to us were gone, the high school girls in front of us were gone, and the train was only two or three people.
The train ran through the scenery of the countryside at dusk, as if it were a local train in a rural area.
Somewhere along the way, he must have thought, “I have to go to work.”
He went to ask the conductor.
“When are you going to arrive at M station?”
The conductor replied, “Sir, let me see your ticket.”
(He had a commuter pass.) For some reason, he looked for his ticket.
But no matter how much he looked for the ticket, he could not find it.
The conductor became furious.
He said, “Sir! You can’t get on the train without a ticket!
This train is chartered! Get off the train! Get off!”
The conductor grabs him by the collar and drags him inside the train.
The conductor rattles open the running door and throws the person out of the car.
As he is thrown from the train, he falls through the darkness onto a railroad bridge spanning a river.
He fell through the dark. “What is this place?”
That was the first thing he said.
When he came to, he was in a ward of a city hospital, with several tubes inserted into his nose and trachea.
It was already around 9 pm.
The train he was on had crashed into a station depot, killing and injuring many people.
He had been unconscious since the morning, and finally returned to life after being in a critical condition.
This was an actual accident that occurred about 10 years ago on a railroad near the Kanto region.
This is a precious story from a survivor of this accident.
