Haunted Crossing
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Ooh. That's creepy.
It is not scary it just tells the storiesNo thanks, I get nightmaresfrom even the most pathetic thing
nice first atempt. The way to take a shot is one with the train and one without then play around with layers on gimp.No one knows why but for some reason in the same place that casey jones was killed every so often a spirit haunts the land.
SPOOOOKY!
railbaron123
New member
this is my ghost storie one dark and foggy night an old train called the old 89 was traveling home when it plunged off the bridge and fell in to the lake the engine was never found but many say that they can still see the old 89 trying to get home but he never made it across the bridge
railbaron123
New member
this fourm rocks the most dont you guys think
Yes, quite agreed Baron. I'm only spending a fouth of the time I do with Trainz on the sim, the other 3/4 here on the forum, I enjoy threads like this. I guess I can run up one considering my comp does have a few graphics issues with Trainz(Why I got MSTS in the first place guys, love trainz BELIEVE ME, route editing is SOOOO much easier, but, MSTS is less demanding on mimimum set for graphics. Not bashing Trainz now, gotta love 3D tracks and Cabs after all!), give me a bit and I'll have one. 
the ghost of the indianan central R.R.
here we go...in the 1960's the indianan central ran from bloomsburg indiana to monongahela pennsylvania. the railroad rented equipment. But one day in the 1960's a crash happened at the site of an old bridge from the 1900's the bridge was washed out, and two trains plunged off the edge and met tehre fates. flash forward to 2008 I was watching trains from the norfolk southern mainline on the old indianan central. it was night and I had just finished taking a picture of a ns boxcar drag(really rare for that area) I heard a sound of a whistle a STEAM WHISTLE. I thought i was going crazy but all of a sudden indianan central cn #3542 was barrelling across the old pin bridge like she had all those years ago, whistle screaming like a banshee. 
here is the actual photograph.
then when that passed by me i wnt up to investigate, the strange thing was THERE WERE NO RAILS or ties.and a brick wall was built on top of the bed to. here is a picture of the bridge,
if anyone can think what that was please tell me casue i am creeped out by it.:'(
here we go...in the 1960's the indianan central ran from bloomsburg indiana to monongahela pennsylvania. the railroad rented equipment. But one day in the 1960's a crash happened at the site of an old bridge from the 1900's the bridge was washed out, and two trains plunged off the edge and met tehre fates. flash forward to 2008 I was watching trains from the norfolk southern mainline on the old indianan central. it was night and I had just finished taking a picture of a ns boxcar drag(really rare for that area) I heard a sound of a whistle a STEAM WHISTLE. I thought i was going crazy but all of a sudden indianan central cn #3542 was barrelling across the old pin bridge like she had all those years ago, whistle screaming like a banshee.
here is the actual photograph.
then when that passed by me i wnt up to investigate, the strange thing was THERE WERE NO RAILS or ties.
and a brick wall was built on top of the bed to. here is a picture of the bridge,
if anyone can think what that was please tell me casue i am creeped out by it.:'(
Spawn_of_Chaos97
Trainz for Everyone!
Looooooooooooooooooong story I wrote the other night (school assignment, wouldn't you know it?):
Excursion Train 597
The train was barreling down the line, full of people and their children. Train lovers all, out on an excursion. The train was being pulled by a vintage locomotive, and was following the route taken by a famous excursion train that met with a tragic end. A guide aboard the train was telling the story, and Joseph Calhoun, the engineer, was listening. “In nineteen fifty-seven, one of the last steam locomotives ever was pulling Excursion Train 597 along this very line. About halfway down the line, there used to be a very large, one-track wooden trestle. One night, as the train passed over the trestle, there was a terrible accident. As the train reached about halfway across the trestle, there was a loud crack, followed by the sound of splintering and breaking wood. A farmer standing in his field heard the sound of the wood breaking, then silence for a moment. Then came the shrieking of metal and a huge, loud crash. Then nothing, except the sound of a wheel spinning. The trestle had collapsed, sending over a hundred thousand pounds of train plummeting fifty feet to the bottom of the ravine. There were no survivors; the wreckage is still there to this day. The report, as relayed by the dispatcher, was ‘Bridge down, all lost.’” Joseph sat for a moment in silence, then smiled faintly; he knew that the trestle had been replaced by a sturdy, two-track steel bridge. As the train neared the ravine, he slowed down as per regulations. The train moved onto the bridge, which gave off an ominous creak. Joseph frowned. Steel bridges don’t creak!
He looked out his window, but all he could see was the wooden slats of the bridge moving past as he rolled over the trestle. Trestle?! Wooden?! He looked up to see a very bright headlight shining down the tracks. Joseph sounded his horn, but got no response. He stopped his train and reached for the radio, only to find that it was dead. In the silence that now surrounded him, the long, drawn-out, melodic sound of a steam whistle snapped him to attentiveness. He reacted instinctively, throwing the loco into reverse and opening the throttle fully. Nothing happened. His loco was dead! He could only watch helplessly as the oncoming train bore down on him and the rest of the people in the coaches behind him!
The train came closer, and now Joseph could hear a sound he hadn’t heard since the fifties. It sounded almost like the chugging of a steam locomotive! Joseph braced himself as the oncoming train kept coming at high speed. The train reached his – and kept right on going, passing through Joseph’s like it wasn’t there. Suddenly, there was a loud crack! The other train suddenly fell away, dropping into the gorge. There was a loud crash, followed by the dull woomph of a locomotive boiler exploding. Then there was no sound, except the steady throb of the diesel engine. As Joseph slowly released his death grip on the control console, he realized that his locomotive was running again. He looked out the window, and saw the steel sides of the new two-track bridge rising about halfway up the sides of his loco just as always. He heard the guide’s voice over the intercom: “Ladies and gentlemen, please remain seated. I’m sure there is a perfectly normal explanation for what just happened.” Joseph then became aware of a chattering noise in the cab. The radio was working!
“Excursion Train 597, do you read? Excursion Train 597, come in please.” There was a pause, followed by more chatter. “Excursion Train 597, be advised. Smith Bridge is out, repeat, Smith Bridge has fallen away. Do you copy?” Joseph stared at the radio, unable to quite accept what he was hearing. Smith Bridge was just a mile away up the line, around a blind corner! If he hadn’t stopped for the ghost train, his train would have fallen! The radio barked again. “This is Dispatch to all engineers on the Smith Pass line. Excursion Train 597 has not responded, advise caution. Far as we can tell, it’s bridge down, all lost.” Snapped out of his reverie by that, Joseph raised a shaky hand to the mike. “Dispatch, Excursion Train 597. We’re safe, God knows how.”
Excursion Train 597
The train was barreling down the line, full of people and their children. Train lovers all, out on an excursion. The train was being pulled by a vintage locomotive, and was following the route taken by a famous excursion train that met with a tragic end. A guide aboard the train was telling the story, and Joseph Calhoun, the engineer, was listening. “In nineteen fifty-seven, one of the last steam locomotives ever was pulling Excursion Train 597 along this very line. About halfway down the line, there used to be a very large, one-track wooden trestle. One night, as the train passed over the trestle, there was a terrible accident. As the train reached about halfway across the trestle, there was a loud crack, followed by the sound of splintering and breaking wood. A farmer standing in his field heard the sound of the wood breaking, then silence for a moment. Then came the shrieking of metal and a huge, loud crash. Then nothing, except the sound of a wheel spinning. The trestle had collapsed, sending over a hundred thousand pounds of train plummeting fifty feet to the bottom of the ravine. There were no survivors; the wreckage is still there to this day. The report, as relayed by the dispatcher, was ‘Bridge down, all lost.’” Joseph sat for a moment in silence, then smiled faintly; he knew that the trestle had been replaced by a sturdy, two-track steel bridge. As the train neared the ravine, he slowed down as per regulations. The train moved onto the bridge, which gave off an ominous creak. Joseph frowned. Steel bridges don’t creak!
He looked out his window, but all he could see was the wooden slats of the bridge moving past as he rolled over the trestle. Trestle?! Wooden?! He looked up to see a very bright headlight shining down the tracks. Joseph sounded his horn, but got no response. He stopped his train and reached for the radio, only to find that it was dead. In the silence that now surrounded him, the long, drawn-out, melodic sound of a steam whistle snapped him to attentiveness. He reacted instinctively, throwing the loco into reverse and opening the throttle fully. Nothing happened. His loco was dead! He could only watch helplessly as the oncoming train bore down on him and the rest of the people in the coaches behind him!
The train came closer, and now Joseph could hear a sound he hadn’t heard since the fifties. It sounded almost like the chugging of a steam locomotive! Joseph braced himself as the oncoming train kept coming at high speed. The train reached his – and kept right on going, passing through Joseph’s like it wasn’t there. Suddenly, there was a loud crack! The other train suddenly fell away, dropping into the gorge. There was a loud crash, followed by the dull woomph of a locomotive boiler exploding. Then there was no sound, except the steady throb of the diesel engine. As Joseph slowly released his death grip on the control console, he realized that his locomotive was running again. He looked out the window, and saw the steel sides of the new two-track bridge rising about halfway up the sides of his loco just as always. He heard the guide’s voice over the intercom: “Ladies and gentlemen, please remain seated. I’m sure there is a perfectly normal explanation for what just happened.” Joseph then became aware of a chattering noise in the cab. The radio was working!
“Excursion Train 597, do you read? Excursion Train 597, come in please.” There was a pause, followed by more chatter. “Excursion Train 597, be advised. Smith Bridge is out, repeat, Smith Bridge has fallen away. Do you copy?” Joseph stared at the radio, unable to quite accept what he was hearing. Smith Bridge was just a mile away up the line, around a blind corner! If he hadn’t stopped for the ghost train, his train would have fallen! The radio barked again. “This is Dispatch to all engineers on the Smith Pass line. Excursion Train 597 has not responded, advise caution. Far as we can tell, it’s bridge down, all lost.” Snapped out of his reverie by that, Joseph raised a shaky hand to the mike. “Dispatch, Excursion Train 597. We’re safe, God knows how.”
traincrazy0918
Keepin it on the rails!
HOLY THATS NICE!!!!!!! man this thread is great!!! Cant wait for the next one!!
never mind.
heres a ghost i found while running a loco through a TER Route.
CSX used to own the line but its been 100 years scince CSX was abandonded it gave way to The company of the loco on the right. But engineers every once in a while see a CSX loco Running on the old abandonded tracks. Ghosts....
I just figured who ran this train when you toke the shoot
