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I opened the front door of the old house where I grew up and felt the odd aroma of dust rush into my nose. The first step I take makes a rickety board beneath me creak eerily. I make my way towards the stairs and begin to walk up them. The entire house was only a shell of the once lively abode that previously stood, only a distant memory of good times and bad, only a reminder to me of the Train Man. One day when I was just a boy and I still lived in the old house, me and my brothwer decided to investigate a tree house my mother breifly mentioned that our uncle had built out in the woods. I entered the woods that day not knowing what I would find, or who I would see. We roamed an old trail for close to and hour before the surroundings around us became greatly unfamiliar. I knew not to panic so not to frighten my younger brother. I quickly began to assess the situation. All around us tall trees stood, peaking through the clouds and faintly touching heaven. Out of the corner of my eye I see a wooden building in the trees and without acknowledging my brother I began to walk towards it. There sat the tree house in the forest, high in the sky ever so powerful. We climbed the ladder on the tree and entered the tree house. Inside on the walls were posters that told stories of my uncle's past, the ground, full of toys of a childhood. On a desk inside, sat magazines and books almost falling apart from age. I notice one of the books was a private notebook left behind my my uncle. Everything in here was full of wonder and me and my brother thought of this place out very own sanctuary, our very own Mount Olympus. Our immersion ended as quickly as it began with my mother's voice beckoning through the trees, for us to return home. Me and my brother slowly left the place where my uncle's childhood lives and I allowed my younger sibling to race ahead of me home. As I slowly walked towards the back of my house the faint crushing of leaves behind me startled me beyond comprehension. I spun around swiftly to see only the trees and the cold dead ground. I shot my eyes all around the area and saw nothing until I looked back up at my uncle's tree house. In the small window hole I saw a glimpse of a man more than three times my age staring down at me hauntingly. Dark,dead black eyes, wild hair held only back by a train conductor's hat, and dark green disgusting teeth, that slowly grew into an grisly smile. The Train Man's grin threw me backwards and tripped me on a tree root. I could barely climb the tree back onto my feet to sprint back towards my house, not even daring to look back at the demon that lived in my uncle's past. Later at my house I hugged my mother harder and with more fear in me than ever before, and when I told her about the Train Man she got angry with me and told me never to bring him up again. I stood shocked that she would ignore my childhood fear so evilly, and do little to console me on the traumatic experience that I was just dealt. My brother looked at me like I was crazy and did not believe me when I told him a man was in our uncle's tree house. I was worried that I had not really seen the Train Man, that I did not really see a figure ominously smiling at me from an old tree house. I was worried that I was crazy, but even more so that he was going to get me. While fear blocked most of all the thought in my mind about the Train Man, curiosity also lurked within me. I wondered if my uncle knew about the Train Man, if my mother secretly knew about the Train Man. I had no proof of his existence, but maybe something in the tree house could help me in discovering more about him. It took almost two weeks for me to even pull together enough courage to even step foot into the deep and mysterious woods behind my house, but when I did an invisible force made me continue onward towards the tree house. I had no memory of how to get to there, but somehow I found my way through the shadows of the trees. I stood under the tree house and it looked down on me like a powerful demon, ready to strike my well being at any moment. I cautious
Punam verma
12-Sep-2022 09:12 AM
Nice
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