Ghost story - the derilick fairground

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The Derelict fairground

It was dark, the cold harsh sea air and spray whipped across his face. He was standing alone on a cliff over looking the roaring, treacherous sea. He heard a movement behind him; he felt a hand on his back and the next thing he knew he was falling, falling down into lashing sea.

He sat up sweaty faced. He fumbled for the lights. He looked around, he was sitting up in bed in his room, and it was 5.30am. The morning sunlight was pouring though the curtains and everything was very normal.

He often had these dreams due to his absolute phobia of heights. He despised aeroplanes, tall buildings and even going over bridges in the car. The whole ‘height hatred’ had started when he was three and he had fallen painfully out of an upstairs window. No real physical harm was caused but he had loathed heights from then on.

Neville was an typical 10 year old boy, he had short red brown hair and electric blue eyes. He was small for his age and had freckles all over his pallid little face. He was not a very courageous young man; he was relatively tense and agitated and hated doing new things. He loved swimming and reading but was petrified of the dark and heights.

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One day in early November Neville and his family went to a travelling fairground situated in a local park. Neville was reluctant to go, as he wanted to stay at home and play computer games. He moaned, whined and complained all the way there about how none of his friends had to go to stupid, babyish fairgrounds and ramble around with their annoying little sisters.

When they arrived, even Neville could not conceal that he was having fun! There were loads of chilling rides, hilarious shows and frustrating stalls. The park was packed with people so queues ...

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