Have a spooky camp fire train story for the night? Then feel free to tell it here.
Here’s mine:
The Model Train That Ate-up New York City
The model train was kept alive at a laboritory in the manufacturer’s building. Special solution, half electricity, half natural preservitives. One day, a careless janitor knocked that over. He went to get a rag to clean it up. The model train grew. 6 foot, 5 inches long. And in search of human blood. The janitor came back and screemed as the train ate him up. It ate up the elevator’s control man. It went outside, and ate up the building. The Empire State building. The Statue of Liberty. It’s in your home state. It’s outside of your door. And it’s going to eat YOU up! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
One day there was a deranged engineer. He was driving his loco through the night when he suddenly transformed. He pushed the throttle to N8 and cut the coupling linking him to all but one car on his train-the nuclear reactor!!! On he roared, 50, 60, 70, 80 miles per hour!!! He came to a grade crossing. He leaned on the “HORN” button like a madman. He blasted through the crossing and came up to a switch. He used his psycic powers to throw the switch. The train barreled down the siding to the NATURAL GAS REFINERY!!! There was a brief silence and then# KABOOOOOOOM!!!The gas refinery was blown sky-high. The deranged psyco is heading down the street to your door!!
Many many moons ago there was a boy …this boy was a normal …vanilla kinda kid and he loved trains. After visiting some MRRshows the boy thought he wanted to buld a layout…He had very little money, and no experence at building a layout. There was no one around that was into trains so the boy gave up on his dream of a real model rail road…Many years passed…the love of trains had not died …it just was hidden by a mask painted with girls…football and his friends. Then one day the boy …now a man … stood in his sons bedroom…the son truely loved trains as his father once did…With a spark in his eye the son asked his Father if they can build a real model railroad…the father replied with a giggle and joy in his heart that yes they will build a real model railroad…and everyone was happy…until the day the CFO (wife) found the first bill from the LHS…AAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGHHHHHH!!!
Late one night a lone figure crept into the LHS and painted all the locomotives and rolling stock ARMOUR YELLOW with HARBOR MIST GREY trim.[:0][:0][:0][:0][:0][:0][:0]BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Once, there was an engineer. People said he had a split personality, but nobody saw it. Until, one day, he and his fireman were assigned to a special express freight bound for Sykesville. The train departed on time, and the locomotive quickly was pounding along at 40 miles per hour. They reached the double track main line, and he opened it up to 65. His steam locomotive storming along like a dragon, hissing and spitting, and gaining speed. With the throttle wide open, they reached the locomotive’s top speed of 90 miles per hour, in a 70 mph restricted zone. The drivers were spewing sparks in every direction on every curve, lighting up the night. “Umm, don’t you think we should slow down a bit?” the fireman asked. “Nonsence, the quicker we get there, the better!” the engineer replied. The fireman had never seen him like this before, it was almost like he was a different person. Then, quicker than expected, the Sykesville freight warehouse came into view, and the train showed no sign of slowing. As the fireman watched the Sykesville sign streak past the cab, he heard the engineer let out a deranged laugh. Then he saw what was ahead. They were heading straight for the turntable, which was being used by another locomotive. The fireman jumped from the cab,and as he lay in the sand pile, he only heard the chug and whistle of the locomotive, and that deranged laugh. The locomotive collided with the one on the turntable, erupting in a huge explosing of metal, water, and steam. They say you could hear the blast for miles. After the area cooled, they couldn’t find any remains of the engineer.
Now, they say on cold nights, if you stand by the tracks, you can hear a chug and whistle of a steam locomotive, along with the deranged laugh of the bi-polar engineer.
One day, a man crept into a town. This was not just any town, but the town where the Clinchfield Railroad was headquartered. So, he crept into the local yard and started placing CRUDE BLACK PATCHES all over the Clinchfield name AND the roadnumbers. He then renumbered the locomotives to 5000 digits away from what they were before. Next, he moved on to the rolling stock. They also got ugly black patches with weird numbers. But that’s not all! Once he was finished, he employed a new staff and moved the headquarters far, far away. AND THEN, he retired and SCRAPPED locomotives and rolling stock that weren’t even worn out![xx(][V][}:)][:(][:O][banghead][censored][|(][soapbox][tdn]
They say he did this to many railroads. But, the Clinchfield was hit the worst.
Haha, gotta love Clinchfield, gotta love CSX.
It would be funnier if SOME of it weren’t true.[:D]
Disclaimer: There is no guarantee to the realism of this story.[B)]
I was driving along a section of road near here that used to be a branch line. It was late and foggy, so I was glad to see a red tail light ahead - following another car at a sensible distance in that situation gives you more idea of what’s ahead, as they’ll slow for obstacles giving you extra warning. Then I noticed that there was only one light. A noticable odour of sulphur came into the car. Suddenly the light and whatever it was attached to stopped dead. There was no way I could stop in time, there was no way any vehicle could have stopped that quickly. I braced for an impact that never came, as I went straight through the obstacle which was as insubstantial as the fog. Looking in the mirrors I saw an amazing sight. A steam engine, just visible and slightly transparent, halted where one of the stations used to be. As I stopped, it faded, and the fog cleared. I drove home and poured myself a large drink. The really spooky part? When I went out to the car the following morning, I could still smell the coal smoke…
It’s a leg-pull - we do have a road about 12 miles south of us that used to be a branch line but there’s never been anything like that seen or heard to the best of my knowledge. Many of the bridges are still the old railway ones and one of the stations has been restored as a visitors centre of some sort - it’s a quicker route than the main road due to being very straight, so you can see further and move faster. Good story though?
One night, I had a nightmare. It went like this: All of a sudden, CSX locomotives had this real dark blue and goldish yellow for paint, instead of the traditional gray, blue, and yellow.
One day there were two brothers, Chicago & Northwestern and Southern Pacific. CNW and SP had always been very induvidualistic and hadn’t been in contact for years. Until one night, when both of them were sound asleep, a big armor yellow monster came and gobbled them up! They awoke face-to-face in the belly of the beast! And when they looked at themselves, they had armor yellow patches with red numbers! “AHHHHHHH!!!” they screamed as they were painted armor yellow and harbor mist gray and were thrown onto a very congested mainline.