The ghost train
The story goes like this, a couple years ago it was going over the old railroad bridge, it was a perfect, starlit night, not a cloud in sight, however once it reached the bridge, the fog rolled up and into the path of the engine. It was there that it lost control and plunged down into the ravine below, never to be seen or heard of again. On the same sort of night it whooshes past supernaturally, no one ever saw it but once it whistled, it echoed all over the place. People say that when the moon is full and the wolves howl you hear its piercing whistle, it always takes the old railroad bridge where the fog rises, the engine always tries to get to the other side, but never succeeds because of the fog that rises up and camouflages it from anyone seeing the tragic event that took place there those many years ago.
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