The Waiting Room - F.G. Cottam The retired rock star, Martin Stride, lives a blissful happy family life with his beautiful wife and children on their sprawling rural estate. On the very edge of their grounds stands the waiting room, an old run down building…all that remains of Shale Point Station a reminder of a long since vanished railway line that runs thought the property.

Everything is perfect …until the sounds and smells of a steam train and the refrain of men singing a WW 1 song drift through the night followed by the sightings of a malevolent figure near the waiting room begin to terrify the family.

The family turn to the famous TV psychic investigator Adam Creed for help and he agrees to investigate the waiting room.

What they don’t know is that Adam Creed is a fraud and a charlatan and what Creed doesn’t know is that his first night spent in the waiting room will change his life for ever.

Creed calls in his hard working researcher, and long suffering ex girlfriend Elena Coyle for her help in unravelling the mystery. As Creed and Elena dig deeper into the history of the waiting room, they are drawn into a terrible story from the past that has its origins in the slaughter on the fields of France during WW1 and now threatens the present.

This genuinely creepy story is heavy on atmosphere especially in the scenes that take place out of doors where the threat and dread are somehow amplified by the idyllic setting of the sprawling country estate. The waiting room itself is a unsettling, claustrophobic almost dreamy experience both for the characters and the reader.
As the author says: “

There is something intrinsically sinister about old waiting rooms. They are repositories of hopes and fears and anxieties with nowhere to go because their owners have moved on. The old ones tend to have a peculiar atmosphere of transience and listlessness.”

Over all this hangs the poem, ‘A Strange Meeting’ by Wilfred Owen, which appears in book. The preface to the poem contains the words… “All a poet can do today is warn…”