Here is a story written by Speckless Nougat entitled "The Old Myth" Enjoy and comment.

Emily was the last one home after working on the Black Loch route. She backed into her berth, ready for a nice chat with her friends before going to sleep. She hadn't even had a chance to say hello when she overheard James talking to Henry. She didn't know what the conversation was about, but it didn't take her long to realize that James was telling one of his stories again.

"...and they say that the ghost still wanders through the grounds of the castle, it's awful wailing and crying echoing through the night air."

"That's just a silly rumour, James," Henry sniffed. "There's no such thing as ghosts."

But he didn't look sure. Thomas and Percy looked a little worried, too, though Gordon simply rolled his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Emily smiled to herself; she knew what James was like for telling stories. Emily waited until the others were asleep before she whispered to James.

"Psst...James?"

"Eh...what? Oh, Emily. What do you want? I'm trying to get my beauty sleep."

"I won't keep you awake long, James. I was just curious...did you make that story up?"

For once James looked earnest.

"No, I didn't. I heard Donald and Douglas talking about it at the coaling plant. It's true, all of it!"

"I don't like ghost stories," Percy muttered, surprising James and Emily, who thought he was asleep. "I like them even less when they're true."

Before Emily or James could say anything, Edward let out a small chuckle. Without opening his eyes, he spoke to Percy.

"Don't worry, my friend. It's not true. James," he said, redirecting his attention to the red engine, "I presume you know that Donald and Douglas are Scottish?"

James snorted incredulously.

"Of course I know that, Edward! How long have they lived here?! Everyone knows that they're Scottish by now!"

Edward remained calm.

"That story you heard them talking about is an old Scottish myth. It's a well-known story, but everyone who tells it knows it's not really true."

James went redder than his paintwork.

"Well...well how was I supposed to know that?" He glared at Percy, who had started to laugh at him. "It's not funny!"

"Yes it is!" Percy chimed in. "Fancy a splendid red engine like you believing some old myth!"

"You believed it too!"

But Percy was too busy giggling to care.

Annoyed, James shut his eyes and promptly fell asleep. Smiling to herself over James's gullibility, she too closed her eyes and quickly fell fast asleep, hoping that Percy wouldn't tease James too much in the morning.