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 The Phantom Choach He was very strange, he told me a spooky story that had happened that very night 3 years earlier. The story was about 6 men that had died because the horses had slipped in the snow storm and the mail coach had toppled over a long misty cliff. The weather was a bit better so I set off in the shadowy darkish night again, but just before I set off Brain said to me you did the right decision by going now because you would meet tonight’s mail coach if you walked past the cliff which would be 1 hour to walk. Brain also mentioned that they would probably give me a ride. Terrified, petrified, horrified I set off quickly in the blurry, dusky night. I lost track of time it became darker. The mail coach was coming behind me I could hear the big wooden wheels squeaking and the horses galloping, they stopped right beside me and when I looked at them I got a big fright. They looked scruffy with their scarves around their neck. I asked them if they could give me a lift and the two men nodded. I climbed in although it was dark I could see 4 men inside. I tried to make a funny conversation but none of them would talk they were all silent. It was like they knew what was going to happen. I realised that something was going to happen and I tried to get out but I was going through the air…. I heard screaming from the men and suddenly everything went black. I woke three days later in my bed, I had been found in a snow storm exactly where the mail coach had crashed three years ago. I was confused and my head was sore. Nothing was found there again….. Article posted June 27, 2010 at 06:17 PM • comment • Reads 278 • see all articles |
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