It was a quiet evening on the Southern Isle of Britain. Annie was on her way back home after a long day's work.
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Annie was enjoying the scenery so much, she wasn't paying attention to the line, and neither was her driver.
It wasn't until the sun set past the horizon, and a mist rolled in, did she notice it was a disused track.
"Oh bother!" she said, "Now we're lost!"
"Don't worry," said her driver, "I'm sure we're not too far from the mainline."
Just then, they heard a screaming, like it was someone in extreme pain.
"W-W-Who's there?" asked Annie.
The screaming sounded like it was coming towards her. Then, a tank engine came from the mist, screaming like a mad man! Only, his face had no skin on it, and the right half, was showing the smokebox door!
Annie shrieked as the engine headed down the line past her!
Annie let off steam, and raced down the line, passing the engine once more, and she shrieked as it disappeared, screaming loudly.
Annie didn't stop until she smashed into a set of buffers. Luckily, they were sturdy, and firm, stopping her.
"Annie!?! ANNIE!!!"
Annie opened her eyes, and saw she was in the roundhouse.
Next to her was John
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