The Sudrians: The Salvation Collection

Haunted Henry

A/N: This story gets adapted way too much, but I can't complain either. The reason why this has come sooner than others is because of the events that are occurring across the world. Hope you all stay safe and enjoy!

1968

"And on every year, on the date of the accident, it runs again. As a warning to others, plunging into the gap, shrieking like a lost soul!"

"Ahhh! Scary!" cried out Henry as he backed into the shed.

James scowled at this. "Now you just ruined the tension Henry," he said crossly.

Henry smirked. "There was probably no tension in that story at all," he replied.

James' driver had seen a movie from the 1940s called the 'The Ghost Train' and now the red engine was a spree of telling tales of ghosts and spooky stories. It was creepy at first, but now it was getting repetitive to Gordon and Henry. Duck and Oliver, who were staying in the sheds that night wasn't finding it intriguing either. Oliver just smiled in bemusement whilst Duck would just roll his eyes.

"Good grief, no wonder I left these sheds," murmured the Great Western engine. It was lucky thing that James didn't here, since he was too invested in arguing with the big green engine.

Gordon groaned, he hated it when the engines started arguing. "Can you all please be quiet," he said, "I've got an express to pull tomorrow and I can't have you all barking about how bad James' stories are."

Silence came from within the sheds. "Well..." said Henry, "they are bad."

"Mine are better than yours!"

"Oh, for goodness sake! What did I just-"

A toot of a whistle distracted the three big engines looked to see a bright blue engine come backing into the sheds. Everyone knew who he was. Edward parked himself between Gordon and Henry. He grinned at them "I could hear you all the way on the other side of the yard," he stated, "how the residents here haven't complained about it I do not know."

"Because they gave up years ago," murmured Duck to Oliver.

"Henry thinks I can't tell a good ghost story," James told.

"Because you can't," snorted Henry, "you're rubbish!"

James angrily wheeshed steam. "I'm better than you at least," he retorted.

"Oh, we're just going in circles here," scoffed the green engine, "I would never tell tall tales of ghosts, they're silly make-belief things just to scare the young ones."

"Remember Samson."

"Samson was a spectre James, he doesn't count in this matter."

"Who's Samson?"

All the engines looked to the corner of the sheds to see an innocent-looking, but curious Oliver. The engines then remembered Oliver hadn't been around at that time and gave him awkward smiles. "Nothing to worry about," Gordon.

Oliver wasn't convinced, but subsided. Henry on the other buffer, didn't. "I still stand my case," he declared, "ghosts aren't real."

"You did believe they were real once," said Edward sweetly.

The engines all stared at the old blue engine for a while, then Henry gasped. "That one doesn't count either!" he exclaimed.

"It does really," replied Edward.

"Go on, tell us," James smirked. Duck and Oliver also urged Edward to tell the story. Henry tried his very best, but even Gordon began to asking Edward about it. Eventually, the green engine gave up and Edward began his tale.