There's a whole culture of railway ghosts out there. I've read a few books on the subject. Most old railway staff have a tale or two to tell. There're some on here, didn't we have a thread on it?
Another 'jinxed' locomotive.
The Garstang and Knott End was a slow, bucolic, sleepy sort of organisation. no gruesome accidents of which I am aware, and probably never any full passenger trains for that matter. Which doesn't mean it has no ghosts, but if it does have any they are there for other reasons than being killed in a train crash.
*coughs discreetly*
Apologies. Thanks for the tip about underlining links - I'll try and keep that in mind.The link didn't stand out so I didn't recognise it. I always underline links in case people are looking at the site on phones.
Apologies. Thanks for the tip about underlining links - I'll try and keep that in mind.
I think there was a fatality in the very early day of the line near Nateby when
someone walking the track was run down by a train but not much else.
I know of at least one passenger loco, or rather set, of a loco and carriages, with a 'jinx' reputation. Staff groan when they see which set they're working because they know everything'll go wrong.
Thoroughly enjoyed watching that. Obviously pushing the infra-sound hypothesis a lot, but sounds believable up to a point. The penultimate account, where the witness described the patrol man still walking the tracks "because he doesn't realise he's died" really sent a shiver down my spine.
Thoroughly enjoyed watching that...
With the current prominence on the board, of the railway-ghosts theme -- I’m a keen railway enthusiast; and log on often, to a message board dedicated to that hobby...
Ah yes, I think in the past the RailUK forums have been linked to before on these threads and there's been some really great stuff on there.
I'm not what you'd call a railway enthusiast per se - but I like travelling by train and love railway stations (well, some of them) for their atmosphere and people watching opportunities. And I've always found that whole world particularly suitable for a haunting.
...Even if it were known for certain that ghosts did not exist, and the whole thing was strictly for entertainment; when railways came along, plenty of creative folk would have come up with ghost stories set on that scene.
Corrour station: absolutely alone, watching the train disappear into the mist. The feeling that I was being watched - two enormous saucer eyed dogs staring at me from a window in the stationmaster's house.
(I never saw Poirot, but the dogs at Corrour were real...I think!)
Just out of interest -- you having left the train at Corrour, in seemingly unpropitious circumstances: where did you go / what do, next? Presumably you spent the succeeding night either in tolerable conditions; or self-chosen not-very tolerable ditto ?
The first time I was at Corrour I'll admit that the weather was so bad that I got straight on the next train south and went back to Tyndrum. However since that abortive trip I've alighted at Corrour to walk around Loch Ossian (an isolated place, but a relatively easy walk - I'd recommend it) and also as a starting point for walking up to Loch Treig and then west towards Ben nevis.
Thanks ! Re yours of Wed., I felt concerned for you -- though plainly you'd survived the experience (unless you were posting from the Great Beyond)...
I read virtually the whole of Heart of Darkness in one sitting
I've done that! It's the best way to read it.
I may have mentioned this before but one of the most surreal (and unpleasant) episodes of my entire life involved reading virtually the whole of Heart of Darkness wrapped in a sleeping bag on a campsite toilet in Spean Bridge, Scotland. For over a week I'd been wild camping in the Highlands - no hot and cold, no showers, no toilet block - and I was fine. Fit as a butchers dog in fact. And then as a bit of a rest I decided to immerse myself in the untold luxuries of a proper campsite only to be infected with a horrendous and incredibly virulent stomach bug which had been loosed on the whole place by a sick family of tourists. I'm not going to indulge in cheap innuendo by telling you what nationality said tourists were....but they were German.
After an hour or two the toad who'd been creeping under the door to stare at me every ten minutes or so disappeared, only to arrive ten minutes later with a friend. By the end of the night I was reading excerpts out loud to an audience of four or five very attentive toads. The horror!
Here's a pretty chilling story for you
What is it Scargs?
Could just be a bit of rolling stock with all its bit at the wrong end of the bell curve of engineering tolerances.I know of at least one passenger loco, or rather set, of a loco and carriages, with a 'jinx' reputation. Staff groan when they see which set they're working because they know everything'll go wrong.