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Phantom Coach My name is Maria. Now I am going to tell a story. I know it’s true. It happened 20 long years ago in 1887. And I have never told anyone before. This story brings back terrible memories, so I will only say this once.

On cold, moonlit night I had gone for a walk. But shortly after I had set out the moon went behind a big grey cloud. The world around me became pitch black, soon I was lost. It began to snow. I saw a small light in the distance. Slowly I made my way towards the light. The light had come from an old and battered, small and paint peeling house. Soon I was by a blazing fire with delicious food and a snug bed.

The old kind owner of the battered house was very strange. But I listened wide eyed when he told a story that had happened three years ago. An old mail coach had been travelling in a snow storm. Suddenly the slender, white horses slipped on the ice and the mail coach had toppled over a steep, rocky cliff. The two drivers and the four men had died.

In the morning the weather was better so I decided to set off to home. The owner of the house had told me I will meet the mail coach if I set off now and walked past the steep, rocky cliff onto the crossroads. It would take me about a hour, but the mail coach would stop there and I could get a lift.

So I set off the sun beat down on my back but I felt strange and frightened. I lost track of the time it began to get darker and shadowy. When I got to the crossroads there was no sign of the mail coach, had the owner of the house tricked me. I thought what could happen to me now. Suddenly I heard the distant clip, clop...Could it be…yes it was……the mail coach. The mail coach stopped and the mysterious two drivers nodded when I asked for a lift.

I got into the coach although it was dark I could see three shadowy men inside. I tried to make conversation but the men stayed dead silent. I realised something was wrong I tried to get out but I couldn’t. I WAS CAUGHT!!!

I then heard a terrible screaming, I felt as I was flying through the cold night air and then I passed out. I woke up in bed two days later someone had found me exactly where the coach had crashed three years ago, nothing else was found there. Had I really met the phantom of the mail coach?

I’ve come to the end of the story , I hoped you were listening….

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