The Demon Train
Narrated by Jett Wriggley
It was 8:30 at night when we got a call from a local about a freak accident that seems to happen every night by their house. They wouldn�t explain further until we came to investigate. Nolan and I loaded up some basic equipment and headed to the address they gave us arriving around 9:30 p.m.
They began describing these noises as a train in the distance. Every minutes the sounds would become louder and louder, and they know that the tracks near their house have not been used for nearly four decades. Then, as the whistle of the train grew louder, screams could be heard and then a crash. A violent and merciless crash exploded through the air and literally would rock the foundation of the house. And then minutes after the sounds would die, voices would fade in and out of hearing, calling for someone who�s name they did not know.
Nolan scanned the house with the PKE meter and noticed that the signals weren�t generally high. So he suggested that we investigate the tracks themselves, since the occurrence happened not too long ago. I agreed and so I recovered the proton pack and ecto goggles and proceeded behind the house toward the abandoned train tracks.
Nolan and I traveled through a beaten path until we almost literally stumbled upon the tracks. Upon closer examination, they seemed even older than what our clients thought, almost a century old. Nolan activated the PKE Meter and the readings spiked higher than what was at the house, so we knew we were close.
Just then, a voice whispered through the air. �Leave�� it ordered. �Leave� or seal your fate!� I activated the pack, I felt some comfort with the wand in my hand, but still, I felt the shivers down my back. The voice could have come from anywhere around us. After what seemed like eternity, Nolan suggested to start down a direction of the tracks, and see what we find, I gladly obliged.
In what seemed like hours, we came upon a not so old overpass of the Interstate numbered 69. Graffiti covered the walls, and other such trash littered the ground. As we approached the overpass, the PKE readings spiked even higher, and then a voice called out in a whisper, �Help me�� Our eyes were wide open, looking in all directions. A feint light fell from a broken light post and landed on the tracks. It began to form into what looked like a pair of children around the ages of 6 to 8. I could hear the PKE jumping as the spirits appeared. Having my wand at the ready.
�Help us! We�re� scared!� They cried at the same time. I raised an eyebrow. Nolan responded, �Scared of what?� The boy answered, �Of the trainman, he�s crazy!� �Don�t say such things, he might hear you!� The girl whispered. �Where is this� trainman?� Nolan asked. The children point down the track behind us. WE turned, but there was nothing there. When we returned our attention to the children, they dissipated into the air, once again leaving us alone in the dark.
�Do you hear that?� I asked. �Here what?� Nolan replied. In my ears I could hear the feint sound of a train. It grew louder and louder, and I could tell Nolan began to hear it as well. Just then, a light illuminated the overpass, the sound of a runaway train filled the air, accompanied with insane laughter. �DIE!!� The voice screamed. �NOW!! SHOOT THE LIGHT!!� Nolan shouted. I activated the pack and fired at the light. A multitude of colors sparked, and the outline of a train appeared, then dissipated. A translucent skeleton rolled along the tracks.
It screamed in a harsh and high pitched voice and began to run at us with some kind of weapon. I blasted it again and captured the spook in the stream. Nolan unhitched the trap from his belt, tossed it out, and trapped the demented trainman into the trap. It smoked afterwards.
We returned to the house to display our catch. Since it was getting late, we said we would send the bill later, packed up, and left for HQ. As we left, a pair of translucent children playfully stood in the road. They waved at us and then vanished into the night. We never saw them again.
This story is fictional and is the work of the Indiana Ghostbusters. This is not realated to any real stories or people put into said story.
