Chapter 12

He was scared but happy to slow down, and turned to parallel the tracks, slowing and slowing and finally coming to a stop.

But he could still hear thudding, pounding, and what was that bright light up ahead? It was coming right at him. “I wish this car could roll sideways!” he said, patting the steering wheel, “But if that’s a train then I’m fine. Sort of. I think.”

It was a train. Steam was belching out from the old-fashioned engine, and it shook the tracks and blew over the trees as it passed. It sounded more like chanting than clacking as it passed over the rails, and a shiver ran up his spine. “I don’t believe in ghosts,” he whispered. “I don’t. Not even ghost trains.”