The train station had been empty for over 40 years. Dennis and I opened the front door and slowly entered. It was dark and very eerie. We took a few steps and the floor let out a loud creak. We came to the ticket booth in the middle of the room. It had bars over the windows that reminded me of a jail. I turned my gaze to the corner of the room. Immediately fear rippled down my spine. I so quietly asked Dennis, "What is that sitting in the corner?"