Secrets of the Night

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Secrets of the Night

The white mist glistened in the moons sparkly light and the tracks rumbled as the old dark train sped nearer. As the rumbling became louder the lights from the front of the train could be seen. The blinding lights suddenly flashed past then there was a huge roar as it rushed on through the tunnel and out the other side, then there was total silence.  There was not even a sign that the train had even been past. The air was still for a long time with no sound apart from that of an owl’s occasional hooting. But then a few minutes later there was a sign of movement on the opposite side of the bank as somebody in a black cloak scrambled up it. The bushes moved as they made their way away from the track as fast as possible.

It wasn’t until a good hour later that Tom Duck stirred from his hiding spot. All night he had been sitting there in the damp hoping that he would get a glimpse of the mysterious person in black that the village people knew so little yet talked so much about. But as in their stories the mist came and he stood little chance of seeing the figure but he remained there just in case it returned. As soon as it was light enough he decided to make his way down the bank and inspect the old and supposedly unused track. It took him a good fifteen minutes to make his way down the steep sides trying not to slip but when he reached the bottom he gave a great sigh of relief. He picked his way along until he reached the tunnel mouth, being careful not to trip on the uneven and uncared for sleepers that with many years of no use were now rotting.

The tunnel mouth towered above him, its red brick looking like a huge giant’s mouth with a bottomless hole in the middle. He stepped into the dim light of the tunnel looking around him for any clues as he went.  There was a flapping sound which startled him but when some pigeons flew out he just kept on going, every now and again stumbling on the uneven surface that he could hardly see because of the eerie light. He passed man holes and dark passages in the walls, which looked as if they were endless. He kept on going cautiously looking down them in turn so that nothing could jump out and scare him. After a few minutes of walking he saw a mysterious glimmer of light coming from one of the holes a few metres ahead. He thought it looked like moonlight and told himself that it was, as it was so white but all the while at the back of his mind he knew that it couldn’t be as by now, the top of the hill was along way above him.

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As he neared the light he began to get suspicious. Instead of being the moonlight he first thought it was it turned out to be of a red colour. He just couldn’t understand it, he was so sure it had been white but now it was red. Was it his imagination or had the light changed and if it had, why? He decided he wanted to know where the light was coming from. Before looking down the passage from which it was shining he carefully looked around him to make sure no one was watching. When he ...

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