Chapter Six - The Monsters are Loose
Stella couldn't sleep. The purple lamb couldn't get her mind off the train crash.
She was tossing and turning for the past few hours. She had no bed, so she always slept
on the floor. She rolled over and starred up at the ceiling.
'What happened out there?' she wondered. 'What was the cause of that crash?
And the Porter is dead.' She got up and walked over to her window. She could see the
train wreck from outside, and saw Bookum laying by the station.
"How could anyone sleep at a time like this?" she asked herself outloud. She
then blushed, "Oh look, now I'm talking to myself." She then heard a noise outside that
made her jump. It was coming from outside. Someone was walking through the snow,
very slowly.
Stella checked the time and it was 1:30 AM. "Who would be wandering around
outside at this hour?" She then thought, maybe it was an animal trying to sneak to the
train to see what happened.
Stella walked to her door and opened it ever so slightly to take a quick peek
outside. She saw no one.
She decided to walk outside and look around to see if anyone was around. But
she couldn't find anyone. She heard someone walking, but couldn't spot them. She
walked back inside her house, feeling unsafe to be outside. Stella had a sixth sense about
these things.
When she walked inside, the noise of someone walking continued. Stella walked
over to her window again, but jumped back in an instant. She saw the person making the
noise. It was the Porter! The Porter had walked right past her house, right before her
very eyes.
'What the hell?!' Stella thought to herself, too shocked to actually speak. 'Was
that the Porter?'
She tumbled back and bumped into her piano, which made her come to her
senses. She shook her head, and sat down.
"Of course not..." she told herself, "that wasn't the Porter. The-the Porter is dead.
I'm just over-tired, that's all. Yes, I'm seeing things. This whole train business has
gotten me so scared, I'm thinking I'm seeing zombies and ghosts and what-not."
Stella laid back down to try to fall asleep.
"You're just seeing things, Stella." she told herself. "Just seeing things."
Stella couldn't sleep. The purple lamb couldn't get her mind off the train crash.
She was tossing and turning for the past few hours. She had no bed, so she always slept
on the floor. She rolled over and starred up at the ceiling.
'What happened out there?' she wondered. 'What was the cause of that crash?
And the Porter is dead.' She got up and walked over to her window. She could see the
train wreck from outside, and saw Bookum laying by the station.
"How could anyone sleep at a time like this?" she asked herself outloud. She
then blushed, "Oh look, now I'm talking to myself." She then heard a noise outside that
made her jump. It was coming from outside. Someone was walking through the snow,
very slowly.
Stella checked the time and it was 1:30 AM. "Who would be wandering around
outside at this hour?" She then thought, maybe it was an animal trying to sneak to the
train to see what happened.
Stella walked to her door and opened it ever so slightly to take a quick peek
outside. She saw no one.
She decided to walk outside and look around to see if anyone was around. But
she couldn't find anyone. She heard someone walking, but couldn't spot them. She
walked back inside her house, feeling unsafe to be outside. Stella had a sixth sense about
these things.
When she walked inside, the noise of someone walking continued. Stella walked
over to her window again, but jumped back in an instant. She saw the person making the
noise. It was the Porter! The Porter had walked right past her house, right before her
very eyes.
'What the hell?!' Stella thought to herself, too shocked to actually speak. 'Was
that the Porter?'
She tumbled back and bumped into her piano, which made her come to her
senses. She shook her head, and sat down.
"Of course not..." she told herself, "that wasn't the Porter. The-the Porter is dead.
I'm just over-tired, that's all. Yes, I'm seeing things. This whole train business has
gotten me so scared, I'm thinking I'm seeing zombies and ghosts and what-not."
Stella laid back down to try to fall asleep.
"You're just seeing things, Stella." she told herself. "Just seeing things."