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The shouting had stopped. They all stood rigid, their faces up. I could only assume they were sniffing the air. Then suddenly they lunged forward between the trees, at first, luckily for me, hitting them, yet eventually getting round them, bringingMoreThe shouting had stopped. They all stood rigid, their faces up. I could only assume they were sniffing the air. Then suddenly they lunged forward between the trees, at first, luckily for me, hitting them, yet eventually getting round them, bringing their spades with them. I began running as fast as I could away from them, but, just as I thought I was out of their reach, Id get my foot caught in a root, or snagged on a low branch, so I sprawled on the ground. They looked like blind gravediggers- the box in their leaders hand looked like a tiny coffin. They were getting closer. Suddenly one of them was in front of me, lunging with a spade. I screamed . . .A narrator recollects his childhood spent in Englands Fen country, and what should have been idyllic becomes a waking nightmare- conference-goers notice strange occurrences in the apparently disused factory across the road from their lodgings- an amateur dramatics group gets more than it bargained for when the leading lady comes to town and mysterious deaths occur- a model railway enthusiast is alarmed when he recognises a strange correlation between events that take place on his layout and events in real life- and a traveller begins to notice something very odd about the man sharing his compartment, and the story he tells.Welcome to the strange world of Antony Oldknows THE PASSION PLAY AND OTHER GHOST STORIES: a sinister world of madness, tragedy, death, and worse, which is separated from our own existence by the thinnest of walls, and often overlaps and envelops it. Sometimes the protagonists survive- but those who do are not always the fortunate ones. . . .