Our Walk Was Derailed
A friend and I were walking home on the train tracks one night. It had rained the night before and there were large puddles all around. After going far enough that the street lights no longer illuminated our path, we heard splashing up ahead.
We stopped and looked at each other, both expecting some sort of wild animal to scurry into the surrounding woods. Instead, we saw a skinny bald man crawling out of the water with a look of fear painted on his face. Half concerned, half terrified, we stared at him as he struggled toward us.
We soon realized that he had no legs. His eyes were wide and he seemed to be screaming with no sound. We quickly turned around without speaking a word and took the long way back to my house.
I haven’t seen this friend in about seven years, and I always wonder if he remembers what we saw. I still pass by those same tracks regularly, and I always think about that night.
I think we must have seen the ghost of someone who had been killed by a train. Many people had been struck and killed by trains in years leading up to that night. Story credit: Reddit / (OHNO_ohyeah)