FYI - Ghost do not exist. IF you think they do, you are uneducated and obviously gullible. Grow up!
I have train horns on my truck.
They are actually specially tuned. Sounds just like a train.
Supposed ghost train in NC:
https://www.charlotteobserver.com/news/state/north-carolina/article234487957.html
Supposed ghostly lights on train tracks in TN (lots of people have seen it, including a very trustworthy person I know very well who does not believe in ghosts — some say it’s swamp gas):
https://www.wkrn.com/special-reports/haunted-tennessee/mysterious-light-haunts-chapel-hill-railroad/
In both cases, looky-loos have been killed by real trains.
I’m sure it wouldn’t have surprised Tesla much, except that it didn’t happen in his lab.
someones having fun with a fancy sound system
A ghost train story! I love it!
A few years ago I was unable to sleep and at about 1:30 am I distinctly hear the sound of a train whistle but the nearest train tracks are over 7 miles away.
So I posted on FR how far away can you hear a train whistle (freaked out I had heard a ‘ghost train’) but of course FR came through for me. Seems you can hear train whistles for many miles if the atmosphere is right and it’s quiet. But the column filled quickly with all sorts of interesting posts about trains from all era’s.
I really enjoyed that :)
Btw; I have seen ghosts. They are real. I do not know what they are but it’s foolish to pretend that the phenomenon does not occur or exist. There has to be some explanation for it but whatever it is, it’s real.
Swadlincote is a former mining town in the district of South Derbyshire, England.
If you see a train this evening,
Far away against the sky,
Lie down in your wooden blanket,
Sleep, and let the train go by.
Trains have called us, every midnight,
From a thousand miles away,
Trains that pass through empty cities,
Trains that have no place to stay.
No one drives the locomotive,
No one tends the staring light,
Trains have never needed riders,
Trains belong to bitter night.
Railway stations stand deserted,
Rights-of-way lie clear and cold:
What we left them, trains inherit,
Trains go on, and we grow old.
Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow