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The Phantom Train of Marshall Pass 🎃 (1880's) Take a look around at the shadow of the trees and listen close to the wind, because tonight, on Halloween night, the veil is thin and the rails are calling. High in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, atop the cold, isolated summit of Marshall Pass, sits a stretch of narrow gauge train tracks that were abandoned almost a century ago. Yet local mountain folk, hikers, and old rail workers swear that when the October moon hangs high and full, the dead silence of the peak is shattered by something impossible. It begins as a faint, metallic vibration humming through the cold ground beneath your boots. Then comes a low, roaring chug of a heavy steam engine climbing the steep grade, accompanied by the sharp, echoing blast of a train whistle screaming into the dark canyon. Moments later, witnesses have reported seeing a massive black locomotive round the bend, spewing thick billows of pale white smoke and glowing with a blinding, yellow headlamp. The phantom train barrels down the rusty, unused tracks at breakneck speeds, its wooden passenger cars gleaming in the moonlight as if fresh off the assembly line. Railroad men who stood near the tracks in terror reported feeling a sudden, icy blast of wind as the train thundered past, expecting an immediate collision at the dead end curve down the line. Instead, the moment the train reaches the edge of the old trestle bridge, the whistle gives one final, piercing cry, the glowing headlamp flickers out, and the entire train vanishes into thin air. There are no skid marks, no coal dust, and no tracks in the fresh fallen mountain snow, leaving only the cold silence of the wilderness... ...echoing under the Halloween stars 🎃