JAMES' GHOST ROUTE
The Island of Sodor is a very big island. It has many different engines and many different routes. And James is always proud of the different trains and routes he has.
He puffed into the station just as Gordon was pulling in with his express. "I'm on time, just as usual." Gordon said. James was angry. Gordon was always bragging about being on time. "You know Gordon," he said "what would ever happen if you were late?" Gordon felt insulted. "I'm never late, and I mean never late!" he said as he puffed out. Then James' coaches came in and he prepared to go.
"Gordon...what a waste." James said as he stopped at a station. Emily sat on the other line with her coaches. "Something bothering you, James?" Emily asked. "Gordon is acting like a stuck-up loser!" James said. "Mmmm...well, no one's perfect." Emily said. James sighed. "No one except the great Gordon." he moaned.
James had some trouble with the train. Duck's train had come off the line and he was delayed. He puffed into the station 25 minutes later.
"Where were you!" Gordon growled angrily. James felt silly. "I was delayed out on the main line!" he said. Sir Topham Hatt walked out. "Well James," he said "maybe pulling passenger trains might be too much." James felt even worse. "I want you to take a train on the Black Loche Route this evening." Gordon puffed out muttering, "At least the ghosts will keep him company."
James stayed in the sheds. No one kept him company. "I just wish that I hadn't got delayed." His driver walked in. "Hello James." he said. James didn't respond. "Well, the line will only take a little while, but apparently it is quite dangerous." James sighed. Then his driver walked out.
That evening he arrived at the goods yard. His trucks were waiting for him. As he was being coupled up, Salty slid up to him. "Arr, I be hearin' that ye be going on the ol' Black Loche?" he asked. "Y-y-es." James stutered. "I be warnin' ye about the ghost engine." he said. "GHOST!" James screamed. Salty explained the story of the engine who de-railed and slid into the lake. Now his ghost haunts the hills. Then he started leaving. "Be careful me heartie!" Salty called.
James was going on the line. It was dark and the train was heavy. "Stupid Gordon...stupid Salty...stupid ghost..." he complained. "Easy James." his driver called. James didn't hear him and he started pushing on the cars to take out his anger. But the cars didn't like it. "We'll show him!" they called.
They had just passed the lake when James felt a force upon him. "Oh no!" he called. Then as he went around a corner, he saw what looked like a shadow ahead. Then he saw a light. "THE GHOST!" he called. Then he slid off the line and into a mud pit. He saw the shadow disappearing off into the distance.
James puffed back the next morning. Salty was waiting. "Aye matey? The ghost got you?" he asked. "No, but the trucks did." James responded. But even though James won't admit it, he still thinks that there is a ghost on that line.