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smiled
playfully.
    “ And that’s
what I’m talking about,” the man nodded as he spoke making his hair
fall back into his eyes which he flicked away as before.
    “ How what does
he do?” asked one of the thin man’s companions bringing loud
laughter from Micky and the brown haired man.
    “ What doesn’t he do?” Andy joined the fun as he’d heard
plenty of tales from the maintenance cre w over the past week or two at
lunch.
    “ And another thing,” the thin man began, “if your in the
park on you’re day off, don’t
go on the ride he’s on.”
    “ Why?” Asked
a young slip of a girl with large brown eyes which caught Micky’s
for a moment as she smiled up at him.
    “ Don’t listen
to him,” Micky poked his thumb at the slight figure in front of
him, “he’s just getting old and can’t keep up with us younger
ones.”
    “ Younger ones,
well that rules you out then,” the slender man said,
smiling.
    “ I resent
that,” joked Micky.
    “ What, the
truth hurt,” the other man continued the pretence.
    All those
gathered joined Micky in his laughter. “So where were you at the
induction?”
    “ I had other thing s on
so couldn’t make it but then they asked me to come in today to
clean some of the rides for tomorrow,” the brown haired man
answered Micky.
    “ And there I
was hoping you’d come to help me and Andy here,” Micky nudged
Andy.
    “ I bet you
do,” he started, “and you watch he doesn’t leave it all for you,”
he said to the taller man.
    “ I’ve noticed
he was a bit of a lazy sod,” Andy cheerfully put in.
    “ Don’t listen
to them,” Micky said to the other two trying to catch the girl’s
eye again without success. “Anyway what time is this to be
starting?” Micky asked looking at his watch which stated it was
just going onto twenty to ten in the morning.
    “ Cocopops told us just
to come in for half nine till two so,” shrugged the other
man.
    “ A short day
then,” Andy stated.
    “ Yeah, how
long have you’s been in for?”
    “ Since eight,
and we’re not sure when to,” Micky said a little
wearily.
    “ Hopefully not
to late though as I don’t fancy walking through the woods in the
dark,” Andy gave a nervous smile.
    “ Somebody’s
scared of the witchy house,” Micky poked fun at his friend with a
gesture of the head.
    “ What house?”
asked the thin man’s companions in unison.
    “ Oh, it’s just an old dilapidated cottage in the woods
everyone thinks is haunted around here ,” Micky explained almost laughing out loud at the
thought.
    “ Ah, right,”
the others smiled back.
    “ You can mock
all of you if want but I don’t think many folks about here would go
near that place at night,” defended Andy.
    The rest of them smiled at
him.
    “ Well I
suppose we better get on a lot to do unlike you part timers,”
quipped Micky after a moment.
    “ Listen to
who’s talking,” Micky’s friend replied, “but I think we’d better
get on with it as well. If I don’t see you later I’ll see you
tomorrow then.”
    “ Yeah, no
doubt,” they shook hands before parting company. The three new
comers heading for the rides at the top of the park as Andy and
Micky headed down towards the cabin, the walled garden; then the
office.
    “ You fancy a cuppa tea?” Micky asked as they
g ot closer to the canteen
building.
    “ Why not,”
replied Andy suddenly feeling a little parched. They quickly turned
into the gateway.

    C hapter 8

    She watched as
her captives swam around the inside of the jar . like fish in a bowl trying to find their way
out to freedom. Some of the spirits seemed brighter than others to
her sensitive eyes; she knew this was because they hadn’t been in
there for as long as those dimmer, weaker souls.
    She noticed
one that was barely visible to her. She knew this to be the fat,
arrogant sheriff that had sentenced her to death; knowing her
innocence. Why, she had only found out the night she had finally
caught up with him, to bring