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Ghost Train
Prologue
The countryside of 1920's Yorkshire was deep in darkness as the late night train steamed towards the city of York. It was a dreadful night. The rain was battering the ground and drops were bouncing of the shiny green metal of the magnificent steam train. On board, most of the passengers were trying to sleep despite the noise. They slept with their head rested either against the glass of the windows or the back of the seats. One person however wasn't sleeping. Roland Howard was a journalist for the Yorkshire times and was investigating a mystery that had gone on unsolved.
Twenty years earlier, a girl had been travelling on the very train Roland was travelling on. She had been a promising young lady. She was born in to a wealthy family, was very pretty and very sociable. The day she was on board she had been with a gentleman who her family trusted. But part way through the journey, she disappeared. She was found only by staff. But she was dead. There was no sign of how and by whom. The police decided she had committed suicide. However, Roland Howard was sure there was more to this story. Hence, twenty years later, he was aboard the train now to explore.
The train was long with five passenger carriages, the green locomotive at the front and one luggage carriage bringing up the rear. Being in the second carriage, Roland set to work looking for any details that could be important. He measured the height and width of the doors and windows, experimented with viewing angles and used a magnifying glass to look for any missing clues. Once he explored carriage two, he moved to carriage three.
Each carriage was lit up by candles in glass containers and the passengers could block out the light to their compartments using the blinds. At this time all the blinds were down. As Roland walked through the carriage, he felt the air go cold. His hairs on his arms and neck stood on end. Suddenly, the lights went out and the air whistled. Roland felt stiff as he turned around to where he had come from. But there was nothing there.
"Just my imagination." He thought to himself.
Then he turned back to the way he was going. He saw her. Before him was stood a girl. She looked in her late teens and was wearing short sleeved dress with a skirt all the way to the floor, a style seen twenty years previously. But there was one thing Roland was stunned by. He could see right through the woman. She was a ghost. She hadn't spotted him yet as she gazing out of the window.
Then Roland recognised her. He pulled a photo. He glanced from the photo to the ghost a few times then gasped. It was the same girl. Suddenly she looked up and stared him.
"My name is Roland Howard," He nervously said, "I'm trying to find out about how you died."
The ghost said nothing but started to walk towards him. He froze with fear as she got closer. Once she less than an arms length from him, she stopped. He watched as she gazed over his body looking at him. He was quite young, early twenties, with short brown hair and grey eyes. He was quite handsome, dressed in a grey pinstripe suit. He stayed still waiting to see what the ghost would do.
Suddenly, the train was filled with a scream. Staff and passengers were woken and the guardsman ran through the train to the third carriage. There he found Roland flat on the floor. The young journalist was alive but he was stiff with fear. His eyes were wide open and his skin was pale.
"What happened sir?" The guard asked.
"T-the g-ghost," Roland replied shakily, "It just flew at me!"
The Guardsman looked up at the rest of the crowd in shock. What did this ghost want?
So what's going on? Don't worry, the Doctor will get on the case.