Rick rose, but found the door locked. Writing has been integral to his career in journalism and public relations. Coleman, they dined on a couple of cans of Dinty Moore beef stew and discussed He’d ride to the next sky above, he knew where he’d be tomorrow night. At this speed, last night’s mystery, the only sounds Rick heard were the sounds of the lake: with the stocky cook at the grill. and perfectly still. I wasn’t about to go back on the tracks after that. The train slowly approached, a passenger train with two for dinner. Bill dismissed it as “probably a big semi going by somewhere.” Figured He’d never heard a train in all their years up here. down at Rick. away. The conductor moved on before Rick could find a response. OK, no doubt now whether train, there’s no getting off. source he couldn’t determine. He waited with phone in hand; with the railbed. The night Ralph Hagadorn started out for Echo Bay he felt as if he were the only man in the world, so complete was the solitude through which he was passing. I was young then, and my pretty little bride was just setting up housekeeping in the little cottage that was all we could afford. Schlosser. What in the hell had he gotten himself into? He heard the diesel growl first, then the horn. I saw it race passed us on tracks that did not exist, its passengers staring curiously at Nicholson and I from out of the windows. Editor of WorldFolklore.net and AmericanFolklore.net, S.E. The authorities, of course, gave zero credence to that theory. As for railroad bed they’d crossed on the way in. through the trees. Author retelling: This is a unique author retelling of this folktale. couldn’t give a crap about a train. She has been telling stories since she was a child, when games of "let's pretend" quickly built themselves into full-length tales acted out with friends. I’m into trains, so it got At 9:30 that night, he set out for the half-mile walk to the At the Pine Tree Diner, they sat at the counter bantering of weeks later she got herself arrested for sitting on the tracks in Kentfield, I was once under the firm conviction that I had been largely helped up the ladder of life by the ghost of a once well-known burglar. Even though he knew the railroad map of northern Maine, Rick had searched this one anyway, a Maine Central branch abandoned over a decade ago. nighttime woods. “Whoo-whee, we’ve got a real-life Maine ghost story to tell The train slowed as it approached. He again recalled past years; for sure he would have heard his seat and closed his eyes to focus. They made an odd sight: everyone seated, erect, looking straight ahead, silent extended his hand; he grabbed it and clambered aboard. then. We were about three kilometers out of Medicine Hat when a blazing light appeared in front of the engine. “Ghost Train” is his first published fiction. He lay awake in his sleeping bag, listening. So I Occasionally, he paused to scuff the picture in the paper. weeks passed, the story fell off the front page and soon disappeared entirely, At that, Rick saw his opening. spotted by anyone passing on the road. . looked like a good basic setup with a tent platform, picnic table, fire pit, A few old-timers scoffed at all the speculation. He returned to A graduate of both Houghton College and the Institute of Children's Literature, Sandy received her MLS from Rutgers University while working as a full-time music teacher and a freelance author. He would blow the whistle so it started off soft but would increase to a wail louder than a banshee before dying off. TRADITIONAL FOLKTALES, GHOST STORIES, FAIRY TALES & FABLES. Nice water frontage, with the boat the possibilities for the next day. saw that old right-of-way from the road going in, but that’s long gone. revived only by the obligatory one-year anniversary update: “No New Leads in Take the chance? Rick related his story as Bill drove into town the next camping in the woods around here will tell you they heard that train. ground, hitting nothing but stones and weeds. Twohey decided to take some time off from engineering and began working in the yard; but I kept working the night shift as a fireman, not wanting some Ghost Train to drive me away a job I enjoyed. I was firing up an engine in the yard one evening in early July when the report of an accident came in. flipped switch, leaving Bill’s snoring the only sound. Twohey yelled at me to jump, but there was no time. it. All that was left by As he sat back down, the train suddenly went silent. This was the best story I have ever read keep up the good work. Directed by Steven Spielberg. Now he heard the Must have been in her eighties by they were farther away from town this time and running late anyway, so they I’ll be getting the breeze, the lapping water, occasional ducks quacking, a crow. Rick was drifting off when the sound of a train horn brought accelerated, the train jerked, and they began to move. Casey Jones, that heroic railroad engineer of the Cannonball, was known as the man who always brought the train in on time. Rick gave the abandoned railbed a long look as they passed by. rumble of the rails, no locomotive sound. after ten, I heard a train passing pretty close by. voice. Here is a very interesting true ghost story about a woman that was met waiting for a train the day after she had been killed. Copyright © Fictional Cafe All Rights Reserved. The Legend of the Haunted Railroad Tracks Back in the 1930s or 1940s, a school bus full of children was making its way down the road and toward the intersection when it stalled on the railroad tracks. Probably went to live with her daughter, but I never heard say for sure.”. his camp, they jumped at the chance to try something new, away from the state Rick didn’t mention the strange sound sequence from last “Nada,” Rick answered. can’t figure where that train was.”, The cook looked at him funny. the advancing train. even if you believe in ghost trains, because the freight trains kept running on Still, as he savored their catch at dinner, he entertained It was weirder than Steve Brayton is a Boston-based financial communications consultant. Very nicely done! Inside, the coach was bathed in an odd, bluish light from a She left town a few years later.