Trains and ghosts - do you have a tail to tell?

fattymoon

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Some details on the Chapel Hill ghost (copied from Facebook)

Jeff-We probably were in the same group that night. Other ATOs had been to Chapel Hill and had come back with tails of those lights. One them was with us and knew exactly where to go. My memory of the lights is basically the same as yours. The story was that a regular train went by every night at 11:20PM and immediately afterward, the light would appear. Being a total sceptic, I had no faith that we would see anything at all. None of us were drinking or boisterous, and the whole group was rather quiet. Then, sure enough, the train roared past at 11:20 (something of a surprise in itself) and in the magnified quiet of the post-train darkness, the light appeared. I remember someone saying “look!” as the group’s attention focused down the tracks in the same direction the train had come from. It was perfect. The light slowly swung side to side about head height, maybe 150 feet away. I believe that I started walking toward it with two other guys. I remember distinctly that I was extremely happy and elated to be having the experience. Since I don’t believe in ghosts, I was proud of the fact that I wasn’t scared at all and was willing to confront...whatever it was. My little group got to within 50 feet or so. The orb seemed to cast little light beyond itself and simply blinked out when we got closer. We kept walking down the tracks until someone in the main group yelled in our direction and we turned around to see the light between the two groups. Again we started walking toward the light and back toward the main group. At about 50 feet, the light blinked out again.
With the passage of some 40 years, we all have different memories and versions of this story. One thing I’ve always known: I did see something that is conventionally unexplainable. That memory speaks to me of the possibilities of many things that don’t fit into my own logical and structured world; I love that.
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Your recall is about like mine, Hugh. Only difference is that I remember two or three guys boldly (defiantly?) stepping onto the tracks after we'd seen the light about three times (each time the light had advanced toward them) but then they jumped off the tracks and seconds later the light appeared 20, maybe 30 feet past where they had stood. The dominant feeling I had was that the guys on the tracks feared the light would somehow go through their bodies, hurting or killing them.

With today's tech I wonder why no one's gone back and stirred things up. Say! Geezerfest II at Chapel Hill!
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If it had been local bubbas looking for trouble in their own backyard I would have been concerned, if not scared. But "ghosts"? No, I believe there is a rational explanation, we just may not know what it is yet.

But a Geezerfest II there? that could be fun with the ghost parties & all.
 
I found a folklore site that's pretty cool... has lots of railroad folklore. http://americanfolklore.net/folklore/railroad-folklore/

Also...

Short vid... http://youtu.be/4UYR0ndV4vA "It has been more than a century since the first train of Recife City, Brazil, was built. The past of the city, hidden for the majority of its dwellers and visitors, is now reveled through the photographic lens. Images of the first trains, piled up rails, wheels, railroad cars and other components were redesigned by the action of the time creating a very unique aspect of architecture and colors.
The oldest train of Recife is a barn of a vast set of abandoned memories and in continuous evocation."

Photographer Petrov Escarião

Band - Cocteau Twins


I love the soundtrack on this vid - http://youtu.be/r6AnrKy4tBo

How to fake a near disaster (by the same guy who made the above video) - http://youtu.be/z0YaC8pE8BU

Gorgeous guitar work on this one, and lovely images too. http://youtu.be/GSR2v7EzW4E

A short piece on ghost trains - http://www.studiesoftheparanormal.com/ghosttrains.html

Finally, if you're thirsty for more, here's a portal that should keep you busy while your Content Manager picks itself off the floor. http://www.railroad.net/forums/viewtopic.php?f=136&t=71656
 
In England, the railway builders drove a tunnel through the crypt of an ancient monastery. They awoke something....

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Brrrrrr, spoooky! :eek:

Cool pic Jay. :D

I've posted this once before in a similar thread, but I thought it was worth repeating here (not so much a ghost train per se, but more a phantom subway station that doesn't exist): http://www.columbia.edu/~brennan/abandoned/76st.html

It may be possibly false (the page was made on April 1st for one thing), but as there are tracks and signals leading to the apparent location of the missing station documented on other sites, yet all official documentation on it has disappeared, it's one spooky mystery!

The story of the Stockholm Metro ghost train 'Silverpilen' is another favourite ghost train story of mine: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silverpilen
 
Thanks for those pix and stories! BTW, watched Super 8 and there's a superb train wreck in there (and there's something mighty ugly that climbed out of one of those cars). Fun movie, too.
 
"The Signalman" by Charles Dickens

"The Signalman" by Charles Dickens is, as you might expect, a splendidly spooky railway-related ghost story. It's available to read for free on Kindle.
There was a movie made of it, but I've never been able to find it.
Mick Berg.
 
Around here it is, yes...

I wasn't busting your chops on the picture, you did a fine job...;)

I didn't imagine you were. Fortunately, I live in the middle of nowhere, and we don't get many hoodies, so I had forgotten about them. They really are more frightening than ghosts - fear the living, not the dead...;)

Just got the feeling I should upload the monk to the DLS - and see how many downloads I get...!
 
Hi Everybody.
This thread reminds me of a true experience I had at Yaton station in Somerset in December last winter. I was due in London for a meeting at nine o'clock one weekday morning and therefore decided to travel up the night before and stay at my usual hotel. I had arranged for someone else who was also to attend the meeting to meet me at Bristol Temple Mead where we would board an Hst for London at 8 PM

Leaving it late I arrived Yaton station which is a very rural un-manned station at around 7:30 PM on a extremely cold, starry and full moon night. There was a gentle breeze making a tree creak quietly behind the opposite platform to the one I walked onto. There was no one else around and it was all very quiet with the exception of the breeze and the quiet creaking of the large tree opposite.

The atmosphere was all very eerie in the old dim lights of the platform, and I stared down the track towards Weston-super-Mare hoping to see the welcome lights of the Dmu I was to board approaching in the distance.

However, no such luck, beyond the lights of the station just the dim moonlit track running into the distance. I felt very alone and vulnerable and with the train being due within the next ten minutes. It was too late for a quick foray to the station inn just down the road.

As I stood there in the quiet and darkness willing with every nerve in my body the train to arrive a hand suddenly clasped my shoulder from behind. I let out a loud yelp, turned and let fly with my laptop case at whoever or whatever it was. A voice then said “blimey Bill your getting nervous in your old age”. It was the travel companion who I had arranged to meet at Temple Mead's. He had changed his mind and decided to join me at Yaton as the parking was cheaper.

We found my laptop case complete with laptop about 20 yards down the platform. Unbelievably laptop still worked. However, it did cost my co-traveller a couple of stiff Brandies in the HST Buffy car on our journey up to London.

That did relieve the shock for the remainder of the journey quite pleasantly

Bill:D

Posted from HST 130 on approach to Bristol from Paddington on Samsung galaxy tab using flex t9 and G3 connection
 
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