The Amazing, Strange and Unthinkable: If You Dare.

By Dawn Robertshaw

This book is about mind-blowing fiction on horror, crime, fantasy, and ghost short stories. It contains crime stories that will shock you, horror stories that will scare you, fantasy stories that will open your mind, and some ghostly tales that will leave you wanting more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Feb 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9781546297758

Dawn Robertshaw

Dawn has been writing since 2000. She has 4 children and 2 granddaughters and married to Neil Robertshaw for 20years. An inspired author of Steven King and late James Herbart. Passion in writing is one of her interest. She love swimming, cross stitching and her favourite part is to spend time with her family. This is dedicated to her late sister Heather Pullan and her Husband Neil Robertshaw. Thank you to Jonathan Munn and Marci Hertliein for helping me with my book.

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© 2019 Dawn Robertshaw. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse  02/05/2019

ISBN: 978-1-5462-9776-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-9775-8 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2019901381

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Contents

Dedication

The Last Train

Life Is A Game And Someone Is Cheating It

The Big Oak Tree

Lost Soul’s

The Headless Horseman

My Nightmare

The Gypsy Curse

The Albino Man

There Is Something Fishy

Surgeons Big Day

Murder In The Village

A Night At The Wax Works

The Vision

Taxi Driver Witness A Murder

My Computer Is Alive

The Family Reunion

The Curse Of The Vase

Tinsel Terror

Fortune Telling Camera

The Zombies Wedding

The Living Portrait

The Angel Of Death

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my husband and our four children:

Neil

Peter

Ian

Stuart

All my love for all

Also to my dear sister Heather who died in 2002 age only 36.

Also my brother in law Ian who died in 2003 age 51.

You are forever in our hearts.

Also for Jonathan Munn, who help with my book.

The Last Train

It was a cold winters night, when Jack was getting ready to go to work. Jack works as a signalman in a signal box, in the middle of nowhere. Jack is of average height, slim build,an older man, with his hair now going grey. Jack has a long walk ahead of him too get to work. The only light he sees is from the moon, shining down on him. Jack always takes a flask of rum with him to work, just to keep out the cold, especially in the winter time.

Jack has worked here for a long time now,and likes his work as he dose the night shift. Three mouths ago Jacks wife died and all he has for company now is his dog Rover, who will not leave his sight, he even goes to work with him.

On one particular night after the last train had gone, there was a strange noise coming from the tracks. The noise was like as if another train was coming. At first he thought that he had too much rum, as his flask was now empty. But in fact it was a train. A grand steam train. Coming as fast as the steam would let it. As the train came towards the signal box, Jack got a very cold feeling, and went as cold as ice. In fact he shivered from head to toe. Jack bravely looked out of the window of the signal box, he saw the train. Then it just disappeared. He turned to put on his coat then the lead on Rover ready to go home. They went to the door of the signal box. Jack opened the door and they went into the cold morning air. He shut the door behind him and locked it, ready for the next shift to start at 6am. Jack finished at 2am. Then Jack and Rover went down the steps, but as they got to the last step, there was a young girl, all dressed in white. The girl was crying.

Are you alright? What is your name, and where did you come from asked, Jack to the girl.

The girl said nothing, but reached out her hand and went to put it into Jacks hand. But her hand just went right through his hand. By now Rover was barking and barking at the girl. Jack looks down at Rover then back at the girl. He thought that she was not real, perhaps even a ghost.

Yes that is it she is a ghost. He said to himself.

He wondered what she was trying to tell him. Why had she come on this cold winters morning. Then he remember about a young girl that had died on the tracks, by a steam train. He had read it in a newspaper about ten years ago.

Was this that girl? Was it that steam train that had killed her? Had she come from the steam train, and why did the steam train just disappear. Jack said to himself.

Jack looked back at the young ghost girl but she too had disappeared.

Jack and Rover went back home, he tried not to think about the ghost girl. Once they where back home Jack made himself a cup of cocoa and gave Rover some water then he went to bed, but he could not sleep, as every time he closed his eyes all he could see was the ghost girl. Jack shouted out loud.

What do you want from me, why don’t you just leave me alone.

Then Jack finally went to sleep. When Jack had got up later in the day, he went down stairs and made himself a sandwich and a cup of tea. Then he sat by the window and saw the fields of white as it had been snowing, while he had been in bed. He had a bath then got ready to go back to work. He put on his Wellington boots and his big thick winter coat on then Rovers lead then back, outside into the cold again. As Jack walked on his way to work, he wondered if he would see the ghost girl again.

But before he knew it he was already at work.

The time had gone so fast, as he had got to the steps to the signal box. The first thing he did was to make himself a cup of tea, and poured out some water for Rover.

The trains came and went and not a sign of the ghost girl. It soon was nearly the end of his shift, the ghost girl had not reappeared again that night. Not for the next ten years. She comes every ten years with her steam train on the date she had been killed. She still comes today, to that