OK ATS, this is my first attempt at any kind of story, please be kind. haha.

OK ATS this is my first EVER attempt at any kind of story. I'd really like to start writing them, so please be nice haha

The Other Side of the Tracks

Over the years a story developed around my area. It was a rather strange one, it involved a stretch of railroad tracks in the middle of a field. These tracks went straight through my town. I'd always been interested as to where the tracks led to, but what was beyond them was more of a mystery. My dad told me there was a child snatcher that would come into our town and kidnap kids, then take them back over the tracks. I kind of believed him, but to be honest, there were too many stories to believe.

In the summer of 1995 me and a few friends decided to find out what was over them tracks. We made a plan, it involved us gathering up supplies of candy and soft drinks, telling our folks we were staying at each others houses, setting up a campsite then heading over there in the morning. We all agreed morning was best, none of us admitted we were too afraid of the dark.

Night time approached and we set off into the field, we made our camp then fell straight to sleep. All we could think about was finding out the truth. While we were trying to get some rest, my friend Jimmy asked each of us what was beyond the tracks. We all made up fantastic ideas, so we didn't scare ourselves.

Morning crept onto us and before we knew it, it was almost noon. All of our parents would be wondering what we were up to by now. So we packed up our stuff and headed out. We walked onto the tracks, hesitated, then carried on walking. We were men. No longer did our childhood fears consume us anymore. Strutting along with sticks for guns we came to a stop. An old cottage could be seen in the distance, the child catchers house ran through our minds. We each looked at one another and with a gulp, carried on.

We entered the house. A stench of sour milk filled the air, halfway through the house it got worse. I gagged and ran toward the back. I opened a door to another room as quick as I could, and there I seen them. My parents. Everyones parents. Dead.

The End.