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Me and two friends were following the railroad tracks drunk one night, through the woods in the middle of nowhere trying to get a couple towns over where the tracks pass a lake because we figured it would be fun to sit at the edge of the lake and drink and talk, nearest people all the way across on the other side.
Anyway, it was a pretty dark night, not much moon or skylight, and we saw a dude way ahead of us hopping around on the tracks alone. Just a silhouette but we all saw and heard him as he bucked around kicking the gravel and stomping his feet, and we just ducked into the tall grass and bushes along the rails to hide and watch wtf this psychopath was up to.
After like 5-10 mins a freight train came (this railroad has a train about once an hour at night) and it was going full balls ahead at like 60mph screeching like a rocket and we never saw the psycho man jump off the tracks and we just sat there horrified staring at each other as the train roared past us. Once the train was gone we ran up to where the guy was, about 100 yards away, and there was no trace of him or anything.
We walked back home, fuck that shit. Fucking psychoghost or something prowling the tracks at night.
