A Ride on the Ghost Train

Ch.3 Him

Crying is all I can do. I'm riding this ride and I'm scared to death and to add to it I feel like there is someone watching me.
"Hello love. Didn't anyone tell you not to ride the Ghost Train?" A husky voice sounded next to my ear. I turned but there was no one there.
"I-I-I jsst uh" I stuttered on top of my tears and trembling hands.
The evil laugh came from everywhere then settled next to me. "Oh dear, what shall I do with you." He whispered next to me. I was too scared to turn and look at him.
"Look at me!" His voice boomed. I didn't move and inch I was so scared. He grabbed my chin and pulled me to face him. I gasped when I saw his face. He was beautiful.
"Like what you see." he smirked. I looked down. He let go after a few seconds. I could feel his gaze on me.
"whats your name love?" He asked.
"Anna." I replied quietly. The carts stopped and everything got quite.
"Annna." it sounded heavenly coming from his lips.
He hopped out of the car and motioned me to follow. I sat there not wanting to move a muscle that's until I felt cold hands go up my back. I quickly jumped out and looked in the car but there was nothing.
"See something love?" He asked
"I-I u-uh ffelt hands o-on me." I stampeded over my words.
"I see," he said calmly turning on his heel and kept walking forward.
"I-is that normal. cause um I d-don't think it is. I-mean aren't we the only ones here?"
"What makes you think we are alone love. This is the Ghost train. Or as the people who come through it call it the Train to hell."