A/N: I am currently worshiping Mia because she let me have her Edgar Allan Poe book. 'Tis filled with a lot of stories, poems, and songs! Also: sorry this was late! I thought I had already updated, but the chappie stayed stuck in here!
The Spanish Train
Jack stretched, as if the whole affair was boring him, the looked back to Pebbles.
"Alright, here's what it is. YOU have to frighten ME with a story of some kind."
Holli shouted, "That's impossidible!"
Jack ignored her and went on, "Tell any one you want, but it must be something you know by heart; no using a book or any other reference."
Amanda looked from side to side, and then hid her own scary story book behind her back.
Pebbles made a face. (It's that expression where you kinda move your lower jaw to one side and look to your left, as if thinking.) She bit her lip in anticipation. "What's in it for me?"
"If you win, I'll do something for you. If you lose…"
Jack grinned, showing his teeth this time to prove his point.
"I'll give you time to think."
Pebbles held up her hand as she headed for the light switch. "That's alright. I already know what to do."
After making sure Victor was in between Erik and Amanda, she flipped the light switch, encasing the room with total darkness.
There was a long silence .
Cricket said, "So…"
But she was cut off by the sound of the screeching of a train on the tracks. The sound was not metallic, but instead deep and hollow.
Victor yelled, "The ground turned into dirt!"
The group heard a guitar as their surroundings started to emerge around them. Train tracks lay stretched in front of them, and an old wooden house lay nearby.
At a break, a small light seemed to be flicked, and Pebbles appeared in front of them, perfectly safe.
She took a deep breath, and began her story.
"There's a Spanish train that runs between…"
Two signs appeared, one on the left side and one on the right.
"Guadalquivir…" Pebbles pointed to the one on the right, "…and old Seville." She pointed to the other sign.
"In the dead of night the whistle blows, and people hear," she shrugged, "She's running still."
She made a shh-ing gesture with her hands. "Then they hush their children back to sleep." She snapped her fingers. "Lock the doors. Upstairs they creep…" Footsteps sounded overhead.
"For it is said that the souls of the dead fill that train…"
An old, rusty train rushed past them, ruffling the blankets (everyone had their sleeping bags and pillows) and everyone's except Jack's hair.
"Ten thousand deep!"
Pebbles switched to singing as a deathbed appeared near them and a family traveled over from the house, supporting a man who looked deathly ill. They were sobbing.
Pebbles continued…
A/N: Otay, this is just about the hardest chapter to write! I'm going to break this down over 3 chapters, since it's relatively long. I'm using the song "Spanish Train" by Chris De Burgh; every heard of it? (I DO NOT own it.)
I just thought that it tells a very bone-chilling story, so I used it!
