A/N Given Percy's in the title of this episode in my country, he's the one to tell it.

Hey, it's me, Percy. This is a time I scared my best friend because we had a fight recently.

"And 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." I was telling a ghost story I heard.

"Percy, what are you talking about?" Thomas wondered what my story was all about.

"The ghost train. Driver saw it last night."

"Where?", asked Thomas and Toby.

"He didn't say. Oh, it makes my wheels wobble to think of it."

"Pooh!", said Thomas. "You're just a silly little engine. I'm not scared."

"Thomas didn't believe in your ghost," I said next morning. Driver laughed.

"Neither do I. It was only a pretend ghost story."

I was disappointed. That evening, I came back from the harbor. I knew where I was, even in the dark.

"Crowe's Farm Crossing. We shan't be long now."

I liked running at night. The rails hummed and the signal light shone green. But a broken cartload of lime lay ahead. Sam the farmer had just gone for help.

I broke the cart to smithereens. Lime flew everywhere. I puffed quickly to the nearest signal box. Driver explained what had happened.

"I'll see to it," said the signalman. "But you'd better clean Percy or people will think he's a ghost." That gave me a cheeky idea.

I chuckled. "Do let's pretend I'm a ghost and scare Thomas. That'll teach him to say I'm a silly little engine." He's a bigger tank engine compared to me, but still not that big himself.

Toby promised to help

Thomas was being oiled up for his evening train. I was told by Toby how it all went later.

"Percy's had an accident," cried Toby.

"Poor engine," said Thomas. "Botheration! That means I'll be late." He doesn't like being late.

"They've cleared the line for you, but there's something worse.

"Out with it, Toby. I can't wait all evening."

"I've just seen something," said Toby. "It looked like Percy's ghost. It said it was coming here to warn us."

"Pooh! Who cares? Don't be frightened, Toby. I'll take care of you." Now, Thomas is a brave little engine, but I did managed to spook him.

Peep! peep, peep-peep-peep, Peep! Let me in, let me in," I wailed.

"No, no! Not by the smoke on my chimney chim, chim!"

"I'll chuff and I'll puff and I'll break your door in!"

"Oh dear!' exclaimed Thomas. "It's getting late. Oh, I had no idea. Oh, I must find Annie and Clarabel.

It was morning when Thomas returned.

"Where have you been?" asked Toby.

"Ah, well," said Thomas. "I knew you'd be sad about Percy and I didn't like to intrude. I slept in the freight shed and... Oh, sorry, can't stop. Got to see a coach about a train."

I was none the worse for my adventure, and was still enjoying myself enormously. I had heard everything. It was fun for me to see and hear what my friends were doing. I talked to Toby.

"Well, well, well! What do you know about that?"

"Anyone would think...," chuckled Toby. "That our Thomas had just seen a ghost!" I really spooked my friend.

A/N I picked up somehow Thomas and Percy were mad at each other in this story.