norfolksouthern777
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This story is not true, nor is it my own. WraithMike is the original creator of the story, I just added what I felt sounded cool. Feel free to comment and make suggestions and fill in the blanks with your own theories. Part two will get to the actually haunting, and the plot depends on what you say I should do. Enjoy!
The year is 1952. Clinchfield railroad is at its peak, and its locomotive roster is rather large. Around 8:00pm, on October 31st, a Baldwin 4-8-2 locomotive, numbered 311, waits patiently for its engineer. The strong engine seems to pant at the arrival of its master. A middle-aged engineer (his name will not be said) climbs the ladder and enters his beloved locomotive. He doesn't seem happy today, as he looks down at the scar on his hand. He looks out the window, and stares at the man who gave it to him. "Someday, someday." He looks down at his instructions.
1: Connect to logging consist parked just outside the logging camp
2: Depart logging camp
3: Take the Trestle Branch Line to Dooly Lumber Inc.
4: Leave the log cars on the Dooly Siding and return to engine shed
"Ok, not to difficult,I guess." As 311 departs, the whistle is blown three times. Two hours later, The 311 runs at around 50mph through heavy rain, wind, and total darkness with a fully loaded logging consist of 19 cars. The driver gently applies sand, as he knows that the infamous trestle is near. Unknown to him, the swelling river has kinked the rails on the bridge. Disaster is calling the 311, and 311 answers. As the train rounds the corner, the engineer spots the kinked rail under the 311's headlight. He immediatly applies the brakes. The force of the tender smashing backwards into the log car snaps the coupler and applies enought braking force to stop the cars. The engine, however, races forward. As his last words, the engineer yells out, "I CURSE THIS ENGINE TO ROAM THIS RAILWAY UNTIL THE END OF TIME!" As he says this, the train slams into the kinked rail and plummets off the bridge, landing in the river below.
The next day, an SW7 switcher discovers the abandoned cars of 311. The word goes out, and a memorial is held. Attempts were made to salvage the engine, but neither the train nor the engineer were ever found. A year later, on October 31st, a F7A freight drives down the tracks over the bridge. Something appears at the end of the bridge. It looks like a steam train, but it's headlight is blood red, as well as the steam. It suddenly disapears, and the freight engineer continues, unable to forget what he just saw. As he passes an abandoned track, someone watches. Something watches.
To Be Continued...
The year is 1952. Clinchfield railroad is at its peak, and its locomotive roster is rather large. Around 8:00pm, on October 31st, a Baldwin 4-8-2 locomotive, numbered 311, waits patiently for its engineer. The strong engine seems to pant at the arrival of its master. A middle-aged engineer (his name will not be said) climbs the ladder and enters his beloved locomotive. He doesn't seem happy today, as he looks down at the scar on his hand. He looks out the window, and stares at the man who gave it to him. "Someday, someday." He looks down at his instructions.
1: Connect to logging consist parked just outside the logging camp
2: Depart logging camp
3: Take the Trestle Branch Line to Dooly Lumber Inc.
4: Leave the log cars on the Dooly Siding and return to engine shed
"Ok, not to difficult,I guess." As 311 departs, the whistle is blown three times. Two hours later, The 311 runs at around 50mph through heavy rain, wind, and total darkness with a fully loaded logging consist of 19 cars. The driver gently applies sand, as he knows that the infamous trestle is near. Unknown to him, the swelling river has kinked the rails on the bridge. Disaster is calling the 311, and 311 answers. As the train rounds the corner, the engineer spots the kinked rail under the 311's headlight. He immediatly applies the brakes. The force of the tender smashing backwards into the log car snaps the coupler and applies enought braking force to stop the cars. The engine, however, races forward. As his last words, the engineer yells out, "I CURSE THIS ENGINE TO ROAM THIS RAILWAY UNTIL THE END OF TIME!" As he says this, the train slams into the kinked rail and plummets off the bridge, landing in the river below.
The next day, an SW7 switcher discovers the abandoned cars of 311. The word goes out, and a memorial is held. Attempts were made to salvage the engine, but neither the train nor the engineer were ever found. A year later, on October 31st, a F7A freight drives down the tracks over the bridge. Something appears at the end of the bridge. It looks like a steam train, but it's headlight is blood red, as well as the steam. It suddenly disapears, and the freight engineer continues, unable to forget what he just saw. As he passes an abandoned track, someone watches. Something watches.
To Be Continued...
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