A/N: Greetings, boils and ghouls! October has come once more, and instead of adapting a handful of spooky stories, I decided to do something this year. I'm going to do my take on one of the most infamous Thomas the Tank Engine creepypastas: Timothy the Ghost Engine.

For those of you who haven't heard the story, hears the basic run down: remember that ghost from the beginning of Ghost Train/Percy's Ghostly Trick? Well, Timothy was that engine. Apparently, while taking a passenger train one night, he went insane/got possessed by the devil/whatever and ran off the unfinished viaduct, killing himself and everyone on board. While some versions of the story end there, many take it farther, exploring who Timothy was and why he did what he did. A lot of people have done their own take on the tale, so I decided to give it a go. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 165: Timothy's Revenge Part 1: Close Encounters

It was a beautiful moonlit night on Sodor. Percy was taking the mail train down the branchline. It was rather cool that night, but Percy didn't mind.

"Keeps the blood pumping, and I have the fire to keep me warm. Once we get to Ffarquhar, I can turn around."

But it wasn't long before fog began to roll in, as thick as pea soup, Percy could scarcely see the line ahead, forcing him to slow the train down to a crawl.

"I can't keep going at this speed if I can't see where I'm going. Liable to hit something that way. I do hope it lets up soon, though. If I'm late with the mail Harold will never let me forget it."

But as he kept going, the air got colder, as if icy fingers were wrapping themselves around his neck. Not even the warmth of the engine's fire could keep him warm. Then, in the distance, he could hear the faint whistle of an engine. But it didn't sound like any whistle he knew. It sounded almost ghastly.

"Huh? But I'm the only one on the line tonight."

The whistle came again, long and loud as if from another world. Now Percy could hear puffing, getting closer, and closer, and closer…"

"Thomas, is that you? Very funny, now cut it…"

Then, to Percy's horror, a silver tank engine appeared out of the mist, heading straight for him!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Percy wailed, and shut his eyes!

When he didn't feel anything, Percy slowly opened one eye, and then the other. The engine had disappeared, as had the fog. Percy was so spooked he couldn't move for a good 10 minutes. At last, he finished the mail run and ran quickly home.

The next morning at Breakfast, Emily noticed Percy looked very pale.

"Percy, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I- I think I have."

Thomas rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Oh, not this again. Ha ha, we get it, you scared me, let it go! I'm not going to fall for the same trick twice."

"But I'm not lying! I really did. First, fog rolled in so thick you could hardly see. Then it got freezing cold, then there was a low, other worldly whistle. Next thing I know, this silver tank engine comes charging right at me!"

Toby put a hand on Percy's shoulder reassuringly.

"Look Percy, you were out late last night, you were tired. Your mind was just playing tricks on you. Why don't you get some rest, we'll be able to manage. Right, guys?"

Thomas and Emily nodded.

"Yeah, you look like you could do with a good rest."

"Take it easy, Percy."

Percy nodded, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Thanks guys. Maybe you're right, maybe it was just in my head.

But everyone soon found out that it wasn't. Over the next two weeks, sightings of the ghost engine ran rampant along the line, all witnesses testifying to have experienced the same signs Percy had. Even Toby and Emily had seen it. As Thomas ran the mail train one night, he couldn't help but feel on edge.

"Maybe this isn't just a ghost story. Maybe something really is going on. If all those people have seen it, maybe there really is something otherworldly going on. But why?"

He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn't realized the fog had begun to roll in. When he did, a chill was already filling the air.

"What the…Oh no."

"Thomas…Thomas…"

"Huh? Who's there?"

"Thomas…Thomas…"

Before Thomas could say or move, a ghostly image of a man about his age appeared right next to him.

"Huhu? What's going on? Who are you?"

But the figure didn't answer. It just dropped something into Thomas's hand, and vanished.

"What the-"

When Thomas looked down, he saw a small pin with the letter "TK&E."

"Okay, this is really weird. I don't know what's going on, but something tells me I need to figure it out."

The next morning, he decided to ask Edward. Edward had grown a reputation for knowing just about anything there is to know about Sodor's history. If anyone could help him, it was him.

"Good morning, Thomas. Not often I see you around these parts. What brings you here?"

"Morning, Edward. Listen, you know a lot about the Island's history, right?"

"I like to think I do, yes. What can I help you with."

"Well, I know this is going to sound crazy, but…"

And Thomas told Edward the whole story, from Percy's encounter to his. Edward listened closely, nodding his head in thought. Thomas couldn't help but notice his expression change ever so slightly as he went on.

"And then he dropped this pin right into my hand. What could this all mean?"

Edward's skin went pale. He then looked Thomas dead in the eyes.

"Thomas, I'll meet you and the others at Ffarquhar sheds later tonight. I need to do some research, but whatever you do don't investigate any farther until I do. If my suspicions are correct, you all may be in grave danger."

Thomas's eyes went wide as Edward hurriedly walked off. He didn't know what Edward was talking about, but he didn't like it.