Some stories featured here are serious true accounts while others are hilarious anecdotes. So, with that, please enjoy those presented below (they are categorized by type). Perhaps most interesting? Not all such stories are told by railroaders. For instance, many
folks continue to recount incidents which defy answers such as ghost trains that appear
and disappear just as quickly, strange lights and noises along railroad
right-of-ways (whether the tracks are still in place or not) that seem
to come from nowhere (pretty eerie stuff, you know!). In any event, for an idea of what some of these stories may
contain please read this clip from author Larry Dumas, a fictional
ghostly account of a tragic passenger train accident in the late 19th
Every Christmas Eve for the past 100 years, at ten minutes to
midnight, a mournful wail floats through the frosty silence shrouding
the 468-foot railroad bridge near Route 117 in Essex Junction, Vermont.
It's the cry of a steam locomotive; a piercing shriek that climbs to a
feverish pitch, only to end abruptly, plunging the night back into
darkness. To the old timers in the area, it's a grim reminder of the
demise of Engine 93, and Engineer, Edmund Johansson.
For hours, the wood and steel railroad bridge just outside town had endured the paralyzing minus 39-degree temperature that had silently descended on the wings of darkness. Deeper and deeper, the cold wormed its way into the metal, torturing the bolts in the thick, steel splice plate until their surrender sounded like gunshots in the empty night air. Unfortunately, because of the late hour and the terribly frigid night, there was no one about to hear the horror that had just spawned that December 24, 1898.
It was by far the coldest night of the year when Johansson's train
-- two coaches full of French immigrants en-route to Montreal -- left
White River Junction, winding its way through the moon lit, picturesque
snow-covered hills of central Vermont. But inside the darkened
locomotive cab the gangly Engineer wasn't interested in the scenery. Ignoring the billowy clouds of white steam rushing past the frost-etched windows of
the locomotive, Johansson's steel gray eyes were coolly scanning the
gauges, verifying what he already knew. He was pushing the iron 2-0-2
monolith close to its limits. Then, without so much as a care in the
world, he nudged the throttle another notch.
At thirty-one years of age, Johansson's shock of unruly, chestnut-colored hair and lean six-foot frame made him the heart's desire of all the women in town. And despite his outgoing appearance, deep down he was shy, the reason his cheeks always warmed whenever a woman stared at him. But tonight he wasn't 'warm', at least not that way. No. A cold anger gripped him an anger as cold as frigid as the steel rails the train was traveling over. And while much of his anger was directed at 93's regular engineer who reported in sick, the gangly Johansson was angrier with himself for not saying no when asked to take the unscheduled, last-minute Montreal run. Further, he hadn't had time to say good-by to Mary and the children. Maybe Hector, the ticket agent, would brave the cold, and get a message to Johansson's honey-haired wife who was waiting in the cottage in West Lebanon, just across the Connecticut River in New Hampshire.
She'd be disappointed, but she'd understand. The severity of the early winter had drastically reduced their firewood supply, and they had already discussed his taking extra runs to earn more money with which to buy more wood. Absently unbuttoning his heavy duffel coat -- the roaring blaze in the firebox was making the cab uncomfortably warm -- his thoughts drifted back to Alfy Magna, the red-faced conductor, and a young, skinny new brakeman, named George something-or-other... To read Mr. Dumas's complete story please visit the link, "The Christmas Story," above under the "Fiction" title. Finally, if you have a railroad-related story that you would be interested
in submitting for inclusion here whether it is fictional,
non-fictional, funny, or serious please contact me for possible inclusion. There is no limit to the number of submittals or title length, I only ask they be clean, family oriented pieces (meaning free of most profanity and crude
jokes/comments/sayings so everyone can read and enjoy the stories).