My Demonic Ghost- Page oneCHAPTER ONE: PAGE ONE
I use to not fear death but now it follows me behind every turn. I was nervous. Visibly nervous, my fingers didn't let my luggage handle go since the beginning of the trip. It must've been nearly two years ago when I last rode the Whitehaven train alone.
It was a two hour trip with the clattering and whinging of train wheels rolling over their tracks. But now I hardly noticed, I hardly noticed anything anymore. My eyes were glued to the endless passing of water down below, its navy glow reflecting off the orange and faded pink tinge spread across the sky. The sun, it was setting, tucking itself back into its slumber behind the lips of the far mountains. I had lingered on the edge of sleep through most of the trip.
My hard case luggage rocked against me as the slither of the train ducked its head into a nest of hills and houses. The stretch of endless blue sea vanished without a moment's notice as I entered the mouth of the tunnels. The silence of the v