Tom clattered his stick along the railings as he ran to the platform. The dark clouds passed the full moon, as a gaunt old man stood as a silhouette below the big white clock near the café.

The wind howled a lonely cry like an echo lost in time.

"Clear off," shouted an old man, "You shouldn't be here, it’s late".

Tom looked baffled and sat on a seat near the café. The old man paced up and down, his face was scarred by the ravages of time. Suddenly a lamp lit up the man’s face, it looked pale and haunted.

"Go home, it’s not safe", he shouted, waving his stick.

Then he walked away into the mist. Tom caught a glimpse of a figure looking at him in the café window. He walked over and peered inside. A Nun with a kind and serene face was sat staring at him. She smiled, and Tom smiled back.

Then suddenly, Tom saw a long shadow from behind him. He turned and saw the old man. His breath billowed in the night sky like the steam from the trains.

A train pulled into the platform and the man shouted, but the sound of the train swamped out his voice.

Tom looked round again and noticed that the Nun had gone. He walked into the café and saw a plump woman cutting a cake.

"Can I help you, son?" said the woman.

"A nun ... there was a nun sat there in the window, where is she?’" demanded Tom.

"Nun, what nun? There’s been no Nuns in here. Are you all right lad? Here, have a cup of tea, warm you up a bit".

"I saw her, she was sat there, right there." Said Tom.

"You must be mistaken young Sir, there’s been no nun in here."

Tom froze as he saw the old man staring at him through the window; he looked sad and tortured.

"Take no notice of him", said the woman. "He won’t hurt you".

"Suddenly a curt old man with a trilby hat who was sat minding his own business, slurped on his tea and turned round. "Nun did you say?" "Oh ... funny you should say that because that old man is John Clayton, he’s a strange old chap; years ago he used to court a young woman, a nun. Pretty thing she was. The local Nunnery didn't approve; she went mad one night after an argument and threw herself in front of a train. He never got over it; at this very station it was. They used to meet in here. Must be over thirty years ago now".

Tom looked stunned and pale ... the old man had gone.

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