Saturday 1st February 7pm

This Saturday at 7pm, the next extract will be uploaded; this time for episode 9 – ‘Terror of London’ – written by Lewis Wollington. Surviving the crash on the way to London, the team head out in search of a time crystal. On arrival, they discover a group of aliens who survived their own extinction using it. With a plan to colonise Earth and science beyond imagination, the paradox faces it’s greatest risk yet…

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The Fear by Lewis Wollington

Lewis ran into the room. It was dark and cold. He had no idea what was lurking there but he was almost certain he wasn’t going to like it. He could hear footsteps walking towards him. Slowly, with a similar sound to high heeled boots. Lewis stood frozen on the spot, not sure what his next twisted challenge would be. His jaw was twitching as he breathed heavily through his nose. The footsteps got closer and closer until a figure was stood in front of him. It was wearing a massive grey dress that looked like peasant clothes from the Medieval times. It drew a grey veil from over its face. It was a woman. Her face was ice cold grey and had a few strange patterns on it.
“Is this the exit?” Lewis asked, wondering why he wasn’t facing another of his fears.
“In your dreams, if you pardon the pun.” She said. She had an innocent voice yet it was evil and gave you shivers. It echoed eerily. Lewis was fearing her already.
“Where am I?” He demanded, “Who are you?”
“I am The Nightmare. I make people like you run round labyrinths containing their biggest fears. When it’s not lunch it’s entertainment.” She smirked.
“You’re sick.” Lewis spat.
“You’re scared of sick aren’t you?”
Lewis bent over and threw up just the once. He stood upright and wiped his mouth with a shaking hand, extremely scared of the power she possessed.
“Come on then! What’s it all for? What do you mean ‘lunch’ and ‘entertainment’?” He imitated.
“You see, I feed off fear. Your fear, Lana’s fear, James’ fear.” She listed.
“They’re alive?” He muttered.
“For now.” She smiled cruelly. “I like to get the most out of my meals. I let you scare yourselves silly first. Then I get my henchmen to discard of you.”
“Discard of us? Where?”
“Do you know where you are?” She quickly butted in.
“No.” He replied.
“You’re inside your head; I’m inside your head. All of this is going on… Inside your head.”
“I really don’t get it.”
“Let me tell you a little story. So I was a little peckish the other day and I hadn’t a proper meal in a while. So, I worked my magic and ‘crashed’ your train, putting individuals on board into comas. When in the coma, it enabled be to infiltrate your brain waves and feed off your living conscience.” She explained.
“In puny mind terms?!” He asked baffled.
“I create a living nightmare inside your head. There, I feed off your fear as you face your worst nightmares. My henchmen aren’t far behind you and when they catch up… Well, you are ‘discarded’. Forget your coma, you’ll be dead.”
“And… everyone from on board the train is in the same situation?”
“Some failed straight away of course and made lovely light snacks. Others on the other hand were too fearless and weren’t even worth a try. You and your friends however, you have stamina, but you also have your fears; making you lot the perfect feast!” She explained. Lewis heard some banging noises from behind him; he turned around worried.
“Is there a way…” He turned back around to find The Nightmare gone. “..out.” He sighed to himself.

* * *

“Hello? Can anybody hear me?” Shannon called down the aeroplane’s microphone. “Anybody? Please!” No one there. She looked up to see mountains in the distance, yellowed by a dying sunset. Mountains of rock and stone; mountains of death and destruction. Her death and destruction.

The Fear

My first Doctor Who convention experience.

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Firstly, thank you to one of my best friends, Lewis, for inviting me to go in the first place.

Yesterday, I went to Plymouth Who, a Doctor Who convention-thingy based in my home city, Plymouth. It was to celebrate Tom Baker’s 80th birthday. Happy birthday Tom Baker!

It was amazing!

For the first time I sat and watched an entire ‘Classic Doctor Who’ story, with Tom Baker and Louise Jameson. It was called the Horror of Fang Rock, and, surprisingly, I enjoyed it immensely. The first episode was a bit slow, and I found my thoughts wondering to more current events. But then the second episode came on. I was hooked on the story line! To those teens my age, who think Classic Who is boring because “the Doctor isn’t hot,” or “there’s not enough action,” the storyline is one of my favourites. Next to Blink, but then, I do…

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Saturday 25th January 7pm

This Saturday at 7pm, the next extract will be uploaded; this time for episode 8 – ‘The Fear’ – written by Lewis Wollington. When the team are involved in a train crash, they believe themselves to be in a run down future London. Separated from one other and each faced with their own worst nightmares, will they be able to work independently and make it out of a dark and twisted world?

The Ghost of Gallow House – by Lewis Wollington

A young woman in a red dress was stood all alone. She was pretty with soft brown hair in a 60’s inspired hair do. Lewis felt like she needed company and slipped away from the group to talk to her.
“Hi there, I’m Lewis. Are you… Are you here with someone?” He asked her, not wanting to look an idiot.
“No no, just… me” she laughed off. “Rachel Reid by the way, how d’ya do” she said shaking Lewis’ hand, a condolence he was still getting to get to grips with somehow.
“What brings you here then?” Lewis asked, curious if she was in a similar situation.
“I was invited.” She smiled feeling as if she was stating the obvious.
“Have you been here before?” He inquired.
“Yeah I have actually. Well, not like this, I actually came here to research the history of the house and… here I am having a dinner party!” she beamed.
Lewis pulled out an envelope; his invitation. “You received one of these then?” He asked suspiciously.
“Yeah. Well, Don’t… tell anyone else this but… I’m actually a bit worried to be honest with you.” She said quieter than normal, rubbing her left arm nervously.
Lewis recognised her situation.
“Oh yeah? How d’ya mean?” He asked not letting anything slip yet.
“Well, I received the invitation, only yesterday as it happens and, it had no address on it. Someone must know where I live…” She explained. Lewis grinned. “Same here! I hardly ever disclose where I live and I certainly didn’t when I was at Gallow House. Which means… someone must be spying on us.” He leaned in closer. “Keep this between you and me for now, okay?” Lewis whispered.
“Okay!” She nodded. Lewis gave a reassuring wink and a smile and rejoined the others again. Rachel, feeling more comfortable, followed Lewis over to where he, James and Shannon were talking to an odd looking man. She thought Lewis’ clothes were a little odd but this was beyond it, this was weird. He looked almost futuristic. She arrived at the group nervously and slotted into their mini circle discretely. Lewis turned his head and saw her.
“Ah Rachel, nice of you to join us! Everyone, this is Miss Rachel Reid; Miss Rachel Reid, this is everyone!”
Shannon smiled. “Hi, Shannon Brown” she said, shaking her hand.
“James Hardy.” James introduced himself, bored of introducing himself to seemingly everyone he ever meets these days. Rachel turned to the futuristic man. They stared into each other’s eyes in pure awe. He reached for her hands. Not wanting to look away from her beautiful eyes, he kissed her hand.
“Jolton Hines.” he introduced himself. Rachel just smiled, a little embarrassed.
“Nice to meet you, Jolton Hines.”
Lewis muttered into James’ ear, “Oh please.” Shannon, obviously enchanted by the moment, gave Lewis a death stare. He looked away and pulled is ‘oops, sorry not sorry face’.
“Look at their clothes.” James pointed out to Lewis. Shannon joined in.
“If we look at her, it’s like looking at a gorgeous girl from the sixties; then you look at him and goodness knows what era you’re looking at.” It suddenly dawned on James.
“Oh my god.” He quietly exclaimed.
“What is it?” Lewis asked.
“Rachel Reid.”
“Yeah?”
“That’s Rachel Reid!”
“And?”
“Don’t you remember?” Lewis looked at him blankly. He made eye contact with Shannon who was stood behind James, she just shrugged. James explained.
“When we came to Gallow House, for the first time, remember? We went to see May in the retirement home; she kept hold off all those newspaper clippings. People going missing at Gallow House?” All three of them had similar flashbacks. They remembered.
“1962” Shannon muttered almost solemnly. “Rachel Reid disappeared, in 1962.” Lewis walked forward and grabbed Rachel’s arm firmly, taking her to one side. He whispered harshly in her ear, not letting go.
“Now I’m about to ask you a very serious question and you must answer properly. It’s very important and I need you to answer with no hesitation. Understood?” Rachel looked at him, scared and slightly concerned. She swallowed.
“Okay.”
“What year do you think it is?”
“I’m sorry?”
“ANSWER… the question.” He calmed down.
“1962, now please, let go of me, what’s going on?” She demanded. He let go off her arm and sighed ashamedly.
“Sorry. I needed to know, like I said, it’s very important and, for now at least, please, you have to trust me.” Rachel was a little reluctant at first; until she remembered the envelope, the secrecy. A fellow investigator? She felt safe for now and nodded in approval. She smiled to reassure him. He did the same back.
“Jolton Hines, could I have a word please?” Lewis called out. Jolton saw Rachel by his side and walked over a little concerned.
“Is everything okay?” He asked, holding a drink in his left hand.
“No, not really.” He replied. “I’m about to ask you a serious question and I need you to stay serious and answer truthfully and honestly.”
“Okay?” He almost laughed.
“I’m serious!”
“Okay! What’s the question then?”
“What year do you think it is?”
“I’m sorry… What? Are you alright mate? Is it past your bed time or something? I did think you looked a little too young for this.”
“Mr Hines please, just answer the question! For his sake, your sake and mine.” Rachel pleaded, not exactly sure what the hell was going.
“Please, call me Jolton.” He inappropriately flirted.
“Mr Hines, answer the question!” She snapped.
“2105, alright!”

Saturday 18th January 7pm

This Saturday at 7pm, the next extract will be uploaded; this time for episode 7 – ‘The Ghost of Gallow House’ – written by Lewis Wollington. When Lewis, James and Shannon are invited back to Gallow House, they become suspicious someone has been watching them. Slightly reluctant to leave Lana at the HQ-in-progress as a potential target, they go along anyway. There, the team meet fellow investigators from different periods of time, each at the same point of their investigations as they are. Hunted by ‘witches’ and killed off one-by-one, will the deadly secret of the house kill them all?