The goods shed at Hamlet Railway Station was built in 1894 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And from its early days was quite busy as it handled bags of the new coal <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Which came from the K Phillips company in John Johnson <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was a slow burning fuel which was very popular <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then it was found to contain dangerous chemicals and was quickly withdrawn <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This was when the goods shed was earmarked for demolition <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As it had finished its useful life and was really no more than a shell <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I started working at Hamlet in the summer of 1972 as a porter <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And witnessed the early stages of the long awaited demolition of the goods shed<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Which came to a sudden halt when a mummified body was found in a drain cellar <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was soon determined that the unlucky man had died more than fifty years previously and was thought to be a tramp as he was shabbily dressed<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The remains of the mystery man were laid to rest in St Gregory’s with little ceremony <\/p>\n\n\n\n
After that the fuss died down and the whole incident faded slowly from memory <\/p>\n\n\n\n
By 1975 I had become the Station Master at Hamlet <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I had grown attached to this little country station <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I worked long hours due to the lack of available staff<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Which did not really bother me as I liked my job <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The November of that year was unusually cold <\/p>\n\n\n\n
With heavy frosts quite common in the valley area <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And because of this I made it my job to grit the car park <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Which had been built on the site of the Victorian goods shed <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because of a number of running problems this was often my final job before I closed the station for the night <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The ninth of that month was no different <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was as I reached the car park that I noticed that the gate light was defective <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Which was a slight problem as it was on the far side <\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I decided to return to the station to fetch a new bulb <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But before I went I saw something rather unusual <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As there appeared to be a figure by the gate just staring down the line<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I took little notice as I could hear the Tallac Express in the distance <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As the express passed by its illuminated carriages lit up the car park for a few moments<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The figure could no longer be seen so I gave it little thought <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A few minutes later with the bulb in my greatcoat pocket <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I walked down the platform towards the car park <\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I saw the figure again but it was much closer <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Close enough to see that it lacked form as it seemed to be constructed of dust <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A spinning screaming dust but what made it far more terrifying was that I could <\/p>\n\n\n\n
See its red eyes staring at me when not obscured by the black spinning dust<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I do not mind admitting that I ran back to my office and locked the door <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I dimmed the lights and hid behind a cupboard from where I could <\/p>\n\n\n\n
See the creature floating past the platform facing windows<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It seemed to be looking in and searching for me <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This carried on for about twenty minutes and then it vanished <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was so scared that I stayed the night in the office hardly moving <\/p>\n\n\n\n
At first light I met the Holborn train as if nothing had happened <\/p>\n\n\n\n
When it had departed I made my way to the car park to see if I could <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Find anything to explain what had scared me so much the previous night <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I found nothing and noted that the frost was totally untouched <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I found no corruption of the area at all everything was quite quite white <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But what I did find chilling was that the gate light was again glowing <\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the dullness of that frigid November morning <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Although I seriously considered quitting I thought ill of it <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And up to my suicide in 2000 I ran the station on my own<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I never met the creature again and even now in the afterlife<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There are no rational explanations to what I witnessed <\/p>\n\n\n\n
On that cold November night at Hamlet Railway Station <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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