We walk further down the cold dark road of ghost city and come to another  building standing in the distant fog  of the city skyline.  The horses walk towards the old run down black building opening the door. 

After entering the cold dark building  we see lots of old  washing machines and dryers around with an old office standing in the corner of the room.  The walls around are  painted  blue  and a old  Victorian table stand in the centre of the dark cold room. 

The horses walk towards the old wooden office while me and luitenant megs stand shivering with terror at the dark small office.  At that moment a light suddenly comes on in the office and figure  emerges from the darkness and walks  out of the office.

We stand in amazement while the figure  dressed in white clothing walks towards us at a very slow pace across the red tiles on the floor. The figure looks at us with its deep cold smile and  sunken eyes of terror. 

The horses tell s to run so we hide behind a washing machine  of terror.  at that moment the figure walks towards us and open ups its arms  towards the sky while its hands hang down from its cold body.

We start to run towards the entrance but other figures appear in the  We walk further down the cold dark road of ghost city and come to another  building standing in the distant fog  of the city skyline.  The horses walk towards the old run down black building opening the door. 

After entering the cold dark building  we see lots of old  washing machines and dryers around with an old office standing in the corner of the room.  The walls around are  painted  blue  and a old  Victorian table stand in the centre of the dark cold room. 

The horses walk towards the old wooden office while me and luitenant megs stand shivering with terror at the dark small office. 
At that moment a light suddenly comes on in the office and figure  emerges from the darkness and walks  out of the office.

We stand in amazement while the figure  dressed in white clothing walks towards us at a very slow pace across the red tiles on the floor. The figure looks at us with its deep cold smile and  sunken eyes of terror. 

The horses tell s to run so we hide behind a washing machine  of terror.  at that moment the figure walks towards us and open ups its arms  towards the sky while its hands hang down from its cold body

We run towards the door but other figures appear in the room and stand in front of us while the horses push towards the door.  A large gust of wind suddenly swirls  around the room and all the machines turn themselves on and dance around the dark blue room of terror.

The horses manage to push open the door and we all fall out onit the cold dark  path of ghost city listening to the noise of ghost running about launderette.  We start to wlk off down the cold road while the sinister laughter comes from the dark building of hell.

written by wayne mockler
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