By Lavender Reynolds Warning!!!! This is a true story!!!! Very small children should not be reading this!!! Bwaaaahahahaha!!!!
I heard this story a very long time ago. When I was walking through the very place that he lives. Hank was a brakeman. That means he stops trains. One day while going downhill, the train got out of control!!!! So, Hank reached into the control box and stopped the train. But, in the process, his arm came off. He saved everyone. So you’d think he was a hero right? Well that wasn’t the case. His boss fired him because with one arm, he was good for nothing. With nowhere to go, he’d been a brakeman all his life, so he slept and lived near the train tracks. One day, while he was sleeping, some kids thought it would be funny to put him on the tracks, and see the look on his face when the train came. However, they thought he would wake up in time to jump off in time before the train hit him. They were wrong. The train hit him and he died. Nowadays in a place I can’t say, Hank walks around, swinging a lantern in one hand, the other one gone, and two legs. For revenge, whenever he sees a child, he runs them over with his ghost train. While venturing there, I’ve even seen the tracks of the old train. Ask me. I’ll tell you.