As Rod Serling would say, "Presented for your approval."
It takes an iron man to play with a toy iron horse.
Must be nipping at the sacramental wine again, Bob! ROFL
Darrell, quiet...for now
you been in the Apricot/Pineapple juice again?
Bob
Well, it's that time of year again, where everyone celebrates black magic and dead things for some reason. So let's all try and give our best scary train stories. I'll do the first one.
It was a bright and clear day on a weekend, and a long-time N-scale model railroader was at his LHS looking for something new for his layout. He stopped by the scenery section and noticed a "NEW!" figure of a grave-digger with an especially well detailed 1/160th stopwatch. He had just put a small graveyard behind a church building on his layout, so why not have someone digging a grave? He bought the figure, and after giving the layout a quick dusting and vacuuming, put it in the graveyard. Since it was such a nice day, he went outside to do some yardwork like his wife told him to (he'd been putting it off, and she was really serious this time). After some hours, he came back in to see if the glue for the new figure had dried yet. It had, but he noticed a brown patch by one of the gravestones that was green grass before. He also noticed a figure from another part of the layout was missing. Since he had just vacuumed, he assumed the missing figure and patch of grass weren't glued down well enough. After a good night's rest, the railroader went to his layout again to fix the parts that the vacuum must have damaged. Oddly, he noticed another patch of grass missing in the graveyard. "What in the world? I thought only one grave was damaged by the vacuum," he thought. The grave-digger was still glued tightly in place, so he went ahead and fixed the graveyard. When Monday came, he had to leave for a few days to go on a business trip. When he got back, every figure on his layout (except the grave-digger) was missing, and all but one grave in the graveyard was missing its grass. "Ok, this is just spooky," he thought to himself. Suddenly, he saw the grave-digger look up at him, and press the button on his amazingly well detailed stopwatch. The railroader then found himself standing 1/160th of his normal size on his layout, face to face with his layout's newest addition. "What's going on!?" the railroader said. then the grave-digger told him, "For 100 years, I've been cursed to live as a figure on people's toy train setups. To break the curse, I must first bury all of the toy figures in those layouts, and then finally the owner of the trains himself. This has to be done 100 times for the curse to be broken. So far, I've buried 99 people in their own train layouts, and now today, I'll finally break the curse!" The railroader tried to get away, but found he couldn't move because he was now made of the same plastic that his other figures were! He was then buried in the final grave of his own layout, and the grave-digger disappeared to rest in peace. The railroader was now cursed to be forever trapped in his layout, unable to sleep and unable to die, because he was now just a simple plastic figure in a place we like to call, the Twilight Zone.
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