The idea for this story came to me by listening to "Ghost Train" by The Tuggster Intensifies. This chapter is dedicated to him.

Remember the warehouse from the first story? Yeah, we're there again. The ghost hunters were hot on the tail of a ghost said to have worked on the Harwick and Cronk Railway. They had spent the day at Harwick interviewing people, and now dusk was falling.

Ectoplasm II, or simply Ecto, was the small steam engine that belonged to the ghost chasers. He was being steamed up in an old siding that the ghost chasers knew connected to the H&CR. Ryan backed down onto a freight train next to them.

"Are there really ghosts on Sodor?" shivered Ryan.

"Absolutely, especially engine ones. We're focusing on them this season," replied one of the workmen.

"Are they scary?" asked Ryan, now worried.

"Depends, some like to play tricks, but others help the line, like warn engines of upcoming trouble."

"Well, I hope that I meet some of the second kind," replied Ryan in his usual positive way.

Eventually, Ryan pulled away, just as Ecto and his 2 ghost hunting vans were ready.

"We're looking for a small mixed traffic tonight, and we've recorded his whistle." The leader played a recording of an very sharp whistle. "Ecto will find the ghost and follow it. There are no known records of where the tracks are, so it's very important that we constantly send our position to home base. The ghost should always stay on the rails, even if they're buried. We can just follow until we catch it.

And with that, Ecto made his way into the dark.

It was midnight by the time they heard the whistle.

"Speed up," called the leader, we've got him!"

Ecto charged toward the rails. He had been fitted with a special machine in front of his wheels that dug away the dirt. But even with that, it was hard to stay on, and Ecto had to pound the earth beneath him to stop the vans from moving too much.

And that's when they saw it. A ghostly green spectre of an engine was running away from them. It whistled three times, and disappeared behind a cliff. Ecto raced ahead at a dangerous speed, and soon the spectre was back in their sights. The men out back took pictures and and made calculations.

"We can catch up to it in 7 minutes at this rate!" called one of the men.

Yes, they pay people to make these kinds of useless and awkward calculations.

Ecto charged ahead, and the leader, hanging to the handrail, had a shunter's pole and was trying to attach Ecto to the ghost. The rope swayed and swung, and the ghost's pistons were pumping frantically.

Suddenly, a huge ravine appeared in the ground, and the ghost kept going.

"STOOOOOP!" cried Ecto, and slammed on his brakes. He screeched to a stop, right at the edge of the cliff!

"Call for an engine to chase him down! We're near the Skarloey!"

Rheneas was at Lakeside, waiting to run light engine to Crovan's Gate when they heard the call.

"The Bluebell Branch doesn't stray far from this line, we can follow him," he said as they raced away.

Rheneas soon found the ghost, and followed it quietly. Meanwhile, the ghost hunters had called Ryan and told him to be ready to chase the ghost.

Rheneas blasted steam from his whistle as loud as he could, and the ghost started to speed up again. As it entered the Main Line, Ryan's driver opened the regulator, and the ghost was in danger of being caught again.

The ghost and Ryan wheeshed through Henry's tunnel, but then Connor appeared with the night train! The ghost switched onto his track, but vanished through Connor as he slammed on his brakes. Ryan kept chasing it through Vicarstown. Then, the ghost slid to a stop, and chuffed backwards. Ryan's driver threw him into reverse, and they were now chasing it towards the manufacturing yards.

Sizzy is not well-liked by the other engines. She hasn't done anything bad, she just doesn't show emotions. She doesn't enjoy anything, seldom speaks, and even the passengers particularly dislike riding on her. But sometimes at night you will hear her whispering to strange beings. To many of the engines, she is very frightening. As she whirred along the line, a green spectre appeared at the stop. There was no one around, even her driver wasn't really paying attention.

"Who's chasing you?"

Nothing answered.

"I've never met him, what does he look like?"

Still nothing.

"He sounds very handsome. It's a shame no one seems to like ghosts like you."

The wind rolled through Sizzy's wheels.

"I'm sorry you have to suffer like this. Maybe if you just gave yourself in..."

Sizzy could feel anger coming from the engine.

"But I hear the Fat Controller is very nice, I'm sure he wouldn't-"

The ghost wheeshed.

"Fine, have it your way, but remember, I'm always here for you."

And as Ryan huffed, quite out of breath, past the points, the ghost vanished.