Adam Blaize
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Presswick train station was old, far removed from the ones you'd see in the big cities today. The white paintwork on the platform walls was chipped and cracked, whilst the damp stench of the local sewer works lingered in the air. The station inhabited a town that looked like a lot of other small towns, though if you dug deep enough you would find a wealth of dark stories buried beneath. Stories of an evil surrounding the old cotton mill and the faces of the dead at the bottom of the local swimming baths. These are the tales that were passed down from parents to their children without hard evidence and truth. You'd be forgiven for thinking the worse of the town that it inhabited. After all, this was a place that had seen better and busier times, before the days of industry and holiday makers disappeared and people discovered more exciting climates. You'd find no designer clothes shops or coffee houses here. This was a place that people used in order to vacate the town for work and brighter places. No-one came to this place unless it was absolutely necessary and in spite of social media and all those town summer campaigns, it had been a long time since anyone had made the decision to holiday in a place such as this.
By Adam Blaize7 years ago in Horror