Ghost Train Seven

Ghost train seven was right on time. I had put on the track one lone dime. It was crushed in half, which amazed Ted, my friend. He could see and hear no train, in the end. Here is the dime for proof, I said. He had always thought the ghost train was in my head. Why do you see it and no one else can? I can! Piped up an engineer, a swarthy man. He can, I told him. Didn’t you hear him? The engineer, old run away Jim? What are you talking about? Ted didst ask. Seeing and hearing ghosts is a lonely task. Ghost train seven only comes once a year. I wish you could have seen it here. But it is gone, and so we might as well leave. Ted was disappointed; but he did not believe.