The Ghost Train Demon

By Adam Newton

The cart brought the boys back out onto the original entry platform they had used earlier when they first came aboard as a squad of five. They all breathed a sigh of relief. There was definitely one major problem the trio noticed when they emerged; it was deathly quiet. There was nobody left in the carnival. A car moved on the roads surrounding the park, but there was definitely no obvious signs that there was anyone around.
What time do you make it, Dave? Garth asked after a brief silence, through tears and a large lump in his throat. As soon as the bars lifted they stepped out, weak at the knees from the exhausted adrenaline. Dave lifted a weakened, quivering arm to his face.
Its half one, according to my watch.
All they could do with their remaining energy was to climb down from the platform. They looked around, through tears, trying to rearrange their minds and figure out what to do next. Dave slumped to the ground, resting against one of the posts elevating the platform. Garth joined him. So many questions spun round in their heads, making them all nauseous. Had they really woken a sleeping demon? Had they really just seen two of their best friends get murdered in cold blood? Why had they been chosen to wake it? Had they even been chosen, or were they in completely the wrong place at the wrong time? What could they do? Where would they go next? Would anyone even believe anything came out with? They couldnt go to the police. They simply wouldnt believe their story. So that was already a couple of questions answered.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Apr 17, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481787413

Adam Newton

Adam G Newton was born in the East Midlands of England in 1975, and enjoys entertaining people and telling stories. He also enjoys drawing people with big noses.He once won money in a competition on the back of a pizza box, and possesses a certificate that proves he knows how to search on Google.He was once in a theatre group. And a band. At the same time.He currently lives in Derbyshire with his wife, two dogs, and a variety of plants, some of which are dead (the plants, not the wife or the dogs). He writes for a selection of websites and endures walks in the countryside.

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Published by AuthorHouse 03/12/2013

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CONTENTS

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Chapter 1    Petty Squabbles

Chapter 2    The Ride

Chapter 3    The House

Chapter 4    Death’s Pursuit

Chapter 5    Operation: Cover Up

Author Bio

CHAPTER 1

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PETTY SQUABBLES

F RIDAY NIGHT, SCHOOL finished just over five hours ago and a group of friends from the local secondary school have met up to go to the travelling carnival that had visited town. There were five in the group, each person was different in many ways and came from all sorts of backgrounds, this was what made them appreciate their friendship so much, and no one definitely passed any unwanted judgments. They all stuck with each other and supported each other, even in the hardest of times. Tonight would be the ultimate test for this bond.

It was just after nine thirty in the evening, and the autumn air was chilly, yet fresh. The night had begun to close in the hour beforehand, and the cloudless sky gave an almost uninterrupted view of the canvas of stars sparkling above them. The carnival itself wasn’t too big but was good enough to entertain the whole of the local area. The local park, large and oval in shape, was situated in the suburbs and was surrounded on all sides by black metal fencing with arrows atop each of the spokes, intersected by brick columns. On the outside a road ran the entire circumference of the park, flanked by trees and street lamps. Residential streets branched off from the park in different directions. There were four entrances to the park, located directly opposite each other, connected to each other by clean, brick paths that crossed in the centre of the park around a small fountain, which was only ever turned on during the summer months. The carnival itself was set up in the eastern half of the park, and even before they had entered the park through the opposing entrance, they could hear the sound of the music and the people enjoying themselves, and they could feel the warm, welcoming glow of the lights, spewing an attractive aurora around the surrounding houses.

Mate, I can-not wait to get some fairground hot dogs inside me. I-am-starving" Announced Dave. Dave was considered a city boy, with a slight cockney accent. He wore faded jeans, a baggy Tottenham Hotspur football shirt, white trainers and a black Nike baseball cap. He had an unpredictable mood, particularly with people he didn’t know; otherwise he was happy around his friends.

You’re always starving! And the fact that you only ate a few hours ago just makes it sound even more pathetic! countered Nick. Nick was an average lad, he had no interest in fashion and simply wore what made him feel comfortable; jeans, combat trousers, t-shirts, whatever, and he certainly didn’t let anyone pass any unwanted judgments about his personal likes and dislikes. Tonight he had gone with basic dark jeans, a t-shirt he had bought on a family trip to see the D-day beaches in Normandy, and a pair of grey casual trainers.

"Yeah, but it wasn’t much