An email buddy sent me this this morning:
My response to him was:
I thought the story and the links might provide the impetus for Dopers to share similar legends, lies, and folklore.
"Back in aught-nine…or was it twenty-twelve? Well, anyways, back around the turn of the century, a bunch of people were standing on the tracks, waiting for the ‘ghost train’ to come. Well, along about then, a REAL train came by, and this one feller, he wasn’t quite fast enough. Killed him stone dead, that train did.
“And now–some folks say–on Friday nights, at about a quarter to three in the morning, you can still see him, waiting…waiting…waiting on the tracks, up by the old railway trestle. Waiting for the ghost train to come and carry away his soul. But the ghost train, it never does come by.”
He apparently pushed a woman to safety just before being struck himself.
His girlfriend and according to one report I’ve read he had time to kiss her and express his love before he did. In that case I wonder why he just didn’t grab her by the waist and jump saving himself as well.