Legend has it, that the train tracks out on Shane Road, like many ghost stories, starts with a tragic accident. According to locals, a school bus full of children stalled out on these tracks and a train plowed through them, killing everyone except the teacher. Overcome with grief, she came back out to the spot the next day to wait for another train to take her life as well.

As the woman sat in her parked car on the tracks, a mysterious force began pushing it uphill to safety. Once the movement stopped, the teacher got out of the car – and found children’s hand prints on her dusty back bumper and trunk. Supposedly, anyone stalled on the tracks will be saved by the ghostly children as well.

So anyway the year was 1975 the crew and I had been to the ghost tracks many times before, but this trip was different and stopped us from going ever again.

It was a clear cool Halloween night. I left the house about ten PM to pick up the gang. There was first my girl Pamela, my buddy Leroy then there was Lillie and Tyshawn.

We stopped at regular store stop to pick up some provisions and powder to dust the truck of the car. At about 11:30PM we made a right turn onto Shane road and unlike any other time an eerie feeling came over me.

I steered the car half way down Shane road and up to the tracks my buddy and I got out of the car to sprinkle the powder on the truck and bumper of the car as usual so we can search for finger prints afterwards.

My buddy and I got back in the car, I announced ok folks here we go. I pulled the car up on the tracks and came to a stop, put the car in neutral and cut off the car lights and engine. It was very quite. We waited for what seemed to be a longer then usual time for the car to start moving, but it didn’t.

Suddenly a mysterious fog begin to engulf the car. One of the young ladies from the rear seat whispered what the hell is going on? No one responded. We sat there for another minute or so as the fog begin to thicken it was getting hard to see, and my buddy said I got a bad feeling about this, lets not wait any longer lets go. Everyone agreed that this was enough for the night.

I put the car back in park and proceeded to start the car. Realizing my worse fears the car simply clicked, I made sure to car was in park and tried again, nothing. I also tried to turn on the car lights but they wouldn’t come on.

Suddenly there was a loud whistle that sounded remarkably like a train. I remember thinking no this can’t be. About that time we heard another train whistle but this time it sounded a hell of a lot closer. I was looked to my right and to my left when my buddy yelled a TRAIN!

Looking back to my right I could see a bright light on the track barreling down on us, I again tried to start the car, it wouldn’t start. Hearing the train whistle getting louder and the train light moving toward us at a fast pace, I yelled EVERYBODY OUT! I was thinking we could push the car our-self’s but the car doors wouldn’t open, none of the car doors would open. I yelled WHAT THE HELL?

We weren’t sure how close the train was in the dark thick fog. Setting there in pure fright I kept trying to start the car. Then my buddy yelled PUT THE CAR IN NEUTRAL! I yelled WHAT? again he yelled PUT THE CAR IN BACK IN NEUTRAL!

So just setting there, the car wouldn’t start, doors wouldn’t open, hell the windows wouldn’t even let down. I slammed the car gear back into neutral. The train whistle getting louder and louder the train light moving closer, the car begin to very slowly move forward inching over the tracks little by little up over the top and down the other side.

As the car started to roll down the other side of the tracks I steered the car to the right and we costed a little further and rolled to a stop.

At that point the car lights came on. A voice whispered from the rear seat said where’s the train? There’s no train on the tracks. The train whistle had stopped and the train lights were gone as well.

As the fog begin to clear I put the car in park and the car started by itself, with no problem and we sped outta there.

Talking and driving, we didn’t stop to check for prints until we got back to our store at the corner of Pecan Valley and Rigsby. Everyone got out of the car to see if we had our print evidence, and there they were, little prints on each side of the trunk and bumper.

My buddy yelled LOOK! and there in the middle of the trunk where two very strange looking, very very large hand prints with long skinny fingers. Not a kids hand print and not human!

As I said this trip was different, and stopped me from going ever again. Ghost fog, ghost train, ghost kids and strange hand prints. I haven’t returned to the ghost tracks to this day and never will.

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