As I was eating my dinner with my grandfather and younger brother, I asked my grandfather a question. It was to change my life forever.
"Grandfather", I asked as politely as possible,"What is the midnight express?"
My grandfather was the Station-Master in our village, so he should have known what went into the station and what went out of it again.
"How old are you, Brian?" he asked, gruffly.
"Ten, Grandfather", I reply, hoping that I didn't upset him.
"Well, it's about time you asked that question, isn't it?" As he said this, he got out of his chair and hobbled, without his stick, to the telephone.
"Hello", he said, after he had punched in the number,"Yes, I know it's of short notice and yes I do know what time it is, but this is important, alright, goodbye, Ms.Beecham.
"What's going on, Grandfather?" my little brother, Harold, squeaked.
"I am taking Brian to the station with me tonight, so you'd best to behave for Ms.Beecham when she comes, alright?"
"Alright, Grandfather", Harold replied, sheepishly.
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It was bitterly cold when we got to the station. The wind bit and clawed at my face as a feral cat would. Grandfather didn't seem to mind, he just did his duty for a few hours. He still hadn't answered my question and I was getting impatient.
"Grandfather, how much longer?" I asked, adding a moan to my voice.
"Why the hurry? There are things to be done, you know", he replied, as if I was getting irksome. He had done all the things a normal Station-Master did, without any difference at all. I yawned.
After a few hours, I was getting tired. I must have fallen into a deep slumber, because my Grandfather was shaking me where I lay.
"You wanted to know about the Midnight Express, did you not?" he asked, hurriedly.
"Yes, Grandfather, I do", I replied. I was half asleep.
"Well I have to tell you the rules. Right then, first of all, don't touch the lights", he said,
"Secondly, no matter who the passengers are, do not talk to them or touch them unless they want you too, got it?" he continued. I nodded.
"Good. It's set to arrive in about ten minutes. Oh, do not board the train, no matter who, or what, tempts you to do so"
I nodded again. All I wanted to do was to see it for myself. Excitement gripped at me. I was going to see it. After about five minutes, each minute feeling like an eternity, Grandfather checked his watch and said, in a hushed voice,"Remember rule one".
Suddenly, three balls of light appeared under the bridge and rushed down the rails, dodging each other and weaving, as if they were dancing in perfect harmony. They got to the station, if I had blinked, I would have missed it, the spectacular sight it was. They hovered close to me. I was trying to resist the urge to touch the single most beautiful things I had ever saw. My hand resisted me and was reaching out for them.
"NO!", Grandfather shouted and the lights returned to the rails and collided. After a blinding flash of white light, a massive steam engine appeared where the lights had been. It was the most magnificent thing I had ever seen on two rails. The way the metal work blended so well with that of the boiler. The wheels, created by the hands of a master, the carriages, things of sublime beauty, as if built for the Queen herself, or parhaps someone higher.
"Remember rule two, Brian, rule two", Grandfather whispered to me.
The air around us sharply dropped. The atmosphere changed from that of excitement to fear and nervousness. I looked behind me and saw people. But there was something not quite right about them. They walked at the same pace as a group of coffin-bearers at a funeral. Some wore rags and others wore clothes of the highest quality. They all were walking to the station at their eerily slow pace. When the first got to the gates, they ignored them and walked through them. It then dawned on me. They were all dead. Grandfather must have sensed my panic, so he said,"There is nothing to be scared of, young 'un, they cannot do anything to us. They are no longer a part of this world, they are a part of the next".
They kept on coming, droves and droves of them. Some looked as if they had died in their sleep, no wounds or imperfections of the skin, but others had wounds so horrendous that I do not wish to recall. Grandfather, whilst this was happening, told me that the Midnight Express only stays at this station for ten minutes and then has to move on and that was the reason for the amount of the dead. They always started for the oldest first and then move on to the youngest at the back. After eight minutes of this, this, spectacle, the children arrived. They all looked disheveled, half starved and nearly skeletal. As they boarded the train, I didn't recognise any except for the last.
"Billy!", I shouted. Grandfather looked at me with scorn.
"Rule two, Brian!", he snapped.
"But he's my best friend, he,he has Scarlet fever, he's at his house, in,in,in bed!" I protested.
"Wrong, Brian. He had Scarlet fever", Grandfather said. Billy simply waved at me and boarded the train. I tried to fight my Grandfather's grip, but it was too strong for me. He was making sure I didn't follow into the train. So, with tears falling down my cheeks, the almighty engine broke up into it's lights and speed ed up into the sky.
"You know ,the thing about the Midnight Express, is that it only picks up people who go to Heaven", he looked at me with shining eyes and I understood perfectly.

LOVE --ULTRAVIOLET