6 days to Halloween. Time for Spooky Camp Fire Stories 2!

[Darth Santa Fe]

It's almost Halloween so I figured we could have some fun and tell some spooky (or silly, whichever you want to tell) train stories![:0][:0] They can be fake (like mine) or real. Here's my story.[:0][:)][:0]

A long time ago, there was a railroad engineer who wanted to make a model of the railroad he worked on. He put together an amazing layout with so much detail it looked just like the real thing. People came from all over to see the layout, and the engineer was very happy showing it to everyone. But then, one cold and very foggy February night, an anti-railroad person came and set fire to the house! The engineer woke up to the smell of smoke and ran down to his layout to try and save it from destruction. His last words were, "A model railroader always goes down with his model railroad!" A few years later, a person bought the property and built a new house over it. Everything was fine for the person for 12 years, until he started getting into painting graffity all over railroad cars. He was the fastest graffitier ever, painting an average of 10 cars a day in less than an hour! One day, he made the mistake of painting graffity all over the engineer's favorite engine, which the engineer always felt the best driving in. That night, very slight disturbances began happening in the graffitier's house, like pictures tilting, or car keys being strangly "misplaced". As the disturbances got bigger and more frequent, the graffitier started to realize something was wrong. He started researching the history of his property, and found out about the engineer. He didn't believe in ghosts and decided that it must be his imagination. The next morning, he found that all his cans of paint were emptied all over the place. He cleaned the mess, but some paint wouldn't come off the garage floor for some reason. While he was cleaning, he noticed the the sticking paint spelled out letters. He cleaned the whole mess and found the words "GET OUT" spelled on the floor! He was scared until he saw that the garage door had some marks from being lifted by a crowbar. "This must have been done by some idiot who wants to scare me!" he thought. What really happened was someone did open the door with a crowbar, but closed it and ran when he saw the floating cans of paint spraying the floor. The graffitier woke up the next night to a floating mist in the shape of a person wearing an engineer's hat, wispering "get out" over and over. And then the mist came closer very quickly and screamed, "GET OUT!" The graffitier fainted and woke up the next morning to his alarm, thinking "What a horrible nightmare!" He didn't think that anything actually happened until the next night, when he went to bed. Before he was asleep, he heard the sounds of small electric motors running downstairs. He went down and found the ghost of the engineer with his entire layout. After a minute, the layout turned to fire and the engineer turned around, seeing the graffitier! He chased the graffitier back up the stairs and disappeared at the second floor, because the old house didn't have a second floor. (the engineer was able to appear in the graffitier's bedroom because it was on the first floor, incase you were wondering) The graffitier slept in a chair on the second floor that night, and moved out the next morning to find a less haunted house to live in. He stopped doing anymore graffity after that. Nobody dares to even touch that house anymore, and you can still here the layout running and then burning down on foggy nights.[:0][:0][:0][:0][:0]

It's your turn now! What spooky stories can you come up with?[:D][:0][:D]

[trainboyH16-44]

Can't think of any, but that's a good one.
Do you remember that one along the line a few years back with the RG SD50s and the ghost steam engine? That was cool!
Matthew

[Anonymous]

As told to my sons....Some years back, about ten now I guess, the town drunk Old Joe Wiggins was stumbling home from the local watering hole after drinking his dinner. While at the bar Joe would dance with the ladies in attendance and he would always have his evening filled with company as he was quite the dancer.Since the bar sits next to the CSX right of way through town , Joe would follow the tracks home to his shanty by the lake. This one particular night the fog was strong off the lake as it sometimes is in late October. Joe wandered toward home in the mist only to be met by two engines light creeping northbound. The results were horrible and tragic for Joe as he was split in two at the waist. The police said that when they recovered the body you couldn't tell anything was wrong with Joe except now he had an extra 10 feet separating his nose from his navel. Now its been said by reputable folk that in the late October mist if you find yourself walking at night ,down by the lake, on the tracks , you will first get a sent of cutty sark, and then if you listen to the night you can hear strains of Glen Miller and if you peer hard enough into that mist you'll see Old Joe Wiggins dancing with his legs and feet on the north side of the tracks and his body on the south. And as you stare in fright at this sight in the night watch out for those two engines light....

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Having worked the Canadian National route from Pembroke to Brent on the now abandoned portion of the Beachburg Sub, it was brought to my attention as a young brakeman that you were to look to the the side of the roadbed and say a prayer at every cross you could see in the bushes alongside the track because these were the graves of those men who died building the line many years before. As technoligy advanced and in came the " Hotbox detectors" or scanners as they are known among railroaders, the stories became more elaborite. As I was leaving the locomotive one night to inspect my train after being caught by the "scanner" at Achrey the mile 123 on the CN Beachburg Sub, the engineer told me that if I saw old willies lantern running through the trees towards the head end of the train I was to let him know and hop on the train if I could because "willie" wanted to get even with an engineer because he died at the hands of a carless one. Needless to say I was and remained very nervous inspecting trains at night in the Park, and I never found out if old Willie ever existed, but I'm sure there were a few engineers that were glad to finally hear " 201, nothing wrong with car #? and I am on my way back. I wonder how many of them got up and locked the doors while they sat and waited for the brakeman to call?

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Having worked the Canadian National route from Pembroke to Brent on the now abandoned portion of the Beachburg Sub, it was brought to my attention as a young brakeman that you were to look to the the side of the roadbed and say a prayer at every cross you could see in the bushes alongside the track because these were the graves of those men who died building the line many years before. As technoligy advanced and in came the " Hotbox detectors" or scanners as they are known among railroaders, the stories became more elaborite. As I was leaving the locomotive one night to inspect my train after being caught by the "scanner" at Achrey the mile 123 on the CN Beachburg Sub, the engineer told me that if I saw old willies lantern running through the trees towards the head end of the train I was to let him know and hop on the train if I could because "willie" wanted to get even with an engineer because he died at the hands of a carless one. Needless to say I was and remained very nervous inspecting trains at night in the Park, and I never found out if old Willie ever existed, but I'm sure there were a few engineers that were glad to finally hear " 201, nothing wrong with car #? and I am on my way back. I wonder how many of them got up and locked the doors while they sat and waited for the brakeman to call?

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Having worked the Canadian National route from Pembroke to Brent on the now abandoned portion of the Beachburg Sub, it was brought to my attention as a young brakeman that you were to look to the the side of the roadbed and say a prayer at every cross you could see in the bushes alongside the track because these were the graves of those men who died building the line many years before. As technoligy advanced and in came the " Hotbox detectors" or scanners as they are known among railroaders, the stories became more elaborite. As I was leaving the locomotive one night to inspect my train after being caught by the "scanner" at Achrey the mile 123 on the CN Beachburg Sub, the engineer told me that if I saw old willies lantern running through the trees towards the head end of the train I was to let him know and hop on the train if I could because "willie" wanted to get even with an engineer because he died at the hands of a carless one. Needless to say I was and remained very nervous inspecting trains at night in the Park, and I never found out if old Willie ever existed, but I'm sure there were a few engineers that were glad to finally hear " 201, nothing wrong with car #? and I am on my way back. I wonder how many of them got up and locked the doors while they sat and waited for the brakeman to call?

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Sorry, kept saying error so I kept submitting.

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I swear it was Willie!!!

[trainboyH16-44]

That's happened to me, ever wonder if there are inernet ghosts?

[Anonymous]

well,heres one.one night on a northwestern railroad,one man was sitting on some tracks.he was a miner,and he hated trains.all he liked were mules in the mine other than the new eletric trains they now were starting to use in the mines.but every night he had to cross some tracks to get home.well,a ore train,freshly loaded,was coming down the tracks.then,as if purposely,the trains head light went out.so,just to be carefull the enginner sounded his whistle.but for some reason,it wouldnt work.so the enginner decided to stop the train.but the train wouldnt stop,(man,bet the suspensions killling ya,isnt it?)so as this man was still trying to think of some way to at least derail a train,down comes the engine.the man was thrown 50 feet as the engine slammed into him.so there he died,killed by his least favorite thing.so evey night,an enginner must stop his train,and go search the tracks for the 50 feet that that man was killed to check for things left by the miners ghost that might derail their engines.

[Anonymous]

Great stories, guys! I love Halloween. Partly because it's my birthday, too, but just the feeling of fall in general. And plus with the cold weather setting in it's time to get back to the basement and the trains![:D]

[BRAKIE]

I been told this story many times and all that have told it swears its the truth and it just might be true.

Anyway in 1889 a Hocking Valley passenger train roll into Logan,Ohio as a young lady attempted to cross the tracks in a horse and buggy so she could pick up her soon to be husband returning from Columbus and was hit killing her and the horse.They say for years on the eve of her death a horse and buggy with a pretty young woman would cross the tracks and wait at the station for her husband to be,,This ended in 1952 when the engineer of that train died at the age of 82...You see the engineer was to marry this woman..[:0]

[Anonymous]

Well, looks like gasturbine's story can be added here ay? DD

[Anonymous]

This is a true one.It happened to me 4 years ago.There's a train shop[Oddly,named the train shop!! LOL!] down the road from me.It's since changed hands,but there was a guy working there,say his name was "John Carnahan"[real close.] 3 days before Halloween,his name comes up on my caller ID.I know I've never given him my number,and I'm unlisted!!! Strange thing is,I recognize the number,but can't place it!!! I go to see him,and asked why he called me.He says" What,are you messing with me??" I asked him,"what do ya mean?" "That's my father's number,he's been dead for 20 years,and my mom kept it,and she's been dead for 5 years,and it's unlisted."!!!!! I said,"John,WHERE would I get that number,and if I found it,how would I know it was YOUR PARENTS!!!![:0] I actually hadda bring my Phone down and show him!!! Oh yeah,by now,there were 2 more calls from the same number!! I asked my wife about the number,she said" what the heck? That's Nick's [my son] girlfriends number!!" Her father, let's say "Elmore Harry",was an old friend of mine...and,oh yeah..ALSO DEAD...On Halloween day,the number came up "Elmore Harry" ,"Elmore Carnahan" and "Joe Harry",my son called his honey..SHE SAID SHE NEVER CALLED that day...and the next day,it never happened again!!!!!

[Anonymous]

I've got a similarly weird phone one - though this is more coincidence than spooky. Grandma recently went into a home as she was having problems coping on her own. Of course, when she moved out we had to cancel the phone service to her old flat as part of the bureaucracy that any such move entails. A few weeks later mum was asked by an old friend whether we'd once had a certain phone number - turned out he'd been assigned her old number for his new office and was getting a fair number of calls.

We don't seem to get as many rail-related ghost stories over here, though I've heard one good one. Apparently while the bombs were falling on Bristol during WW2, the ghost of Isambard K Brunel was seen walking the platforms at Temple Meads station. Guess he wanted to make sure nothing happened to his work...

[palallin]

Has anyone read about the Moonville ghost?

http://home.fuse.net/moonville/

[Anonymous]

I have to say its probably the most known rr ghost story sice it shows up numerous times on google

[Anonymous]

ok
ya gotta believe this since every word of it is true and happened to me
So around 12 oclock last night I go to bed after playing caravan with a jazz band at the copley in Boston.
So I go to bed and am lying there
MY parents are watching a movie in there room and there was no one else in the house
I go down stairs flick on the hallway light and proceed to the living room for some night running of marklin. (unbeknownst to my parents)
Anyway Im sitting down there running my trains and I here foot steps coming up behind me very slowly.
I didn't scream or anything I just froze watching the express dash under the couch and infront of me
he foot steps stopped and I heard heavy breathing
the freight comes around now.
I here a crash and a short and the transformer turn off(because of short) I scramble for the light and theres my dog standing on the tracks looking at the train
Did I fool ya
to bad its not april 1st oh well
I only wish I had a dog

[Darth Santa Fe]

Don't have much time for a good story right now so here's a short one.

Once upon a time, there was a company called Marx that made the worst looking F2A imaginable, which was later purchased and sold by Model Power.[:O]

The end.[:O][:D][:O]

[Anonymous]

uhhh
ok
Thats true

[TrainFreak409]

Great...now I'll be up all night thinking about a story I can post here...thanks a lot.[:p]

[Anonymous]

your welcome scott...

[Anonymous]

Check this out! http://www.trains.com/community/forum/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=48648

[Anonymous]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!

BOOOOOOO!!!!!