England 1991, Cleveland

Johnathan wasefield was sitting on his front porch staring at the full moon. He had had a tiring day  and he dreaded tomorrow for he had a meeting with mr.witherstone who was known for his bad temper. As his eyes started to drift of into sleep he heard the distant  chugging of a train he slowly opened his eyes for he loved to see the train but as the noise grew louder he couldn’t see any movement on the train tracks. His eyes suddenly saw the light of a train...but it wasn’t on the tracks it was on the grass fields coming straight at him. his eyes flew open as he struggled to stand up from his chair even as he stood he knew it was of no use for the train was almost upon him now.

As the train grew closer he could see it clearly. it had an ebony black front with one wide window, it had some sort of do-hickey on the top and the headlight looked somewhat like a gun as john said his final prayers blue smoke started to engulf the train and right before his very eyes it disappeared. an eerie sense of calmness descended on john as he had fainted.

he woke up three hours later "Dear me ! my old age has certainly started playing tricks with my mind. " he said as he smiled to himself but as he stood up  his heart started to beat faster as he saw marks on the grass beside his house....train marks. John gasped as the unholy truth dawned upon him the train HAD been here.

 Years later as john passed away he was credited as being a madman he was known to the people as a senile man rambling about a vanishing train; little did they know that he was in fact VERY right.