A/N: this chapter is a retelling of sorts of the Thomas & Friends Season 5 episode 'Haunted Henry'. I really liked that episode, especially since that episode always sent chills down my back, and made my hair stand on end. It was always one of the most eerie of episodes, I should say. I never understood why, though.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

About three days had passed after the DMUs had left, and everything seemed to go normally. The engines got back into routine, and seemed to be relaxing. Thomas and the other engines worked twice as hard than they had before, and they were determined to show that they are the best type of locomotive on the island.

Braedey and his crew could see them working along at pace, and they were pleased to see all of their friends working like clockwork. They also helped out too, and they got the work done in due time, with no worry or fuss.

Brendam Docks. One of Sodor's most famous ports, it is located on the coast of Brendam, down at the end of Edward's Branch Line, known as the Brendam Branch.

Brendam Docks is the biggest and busiest dockyard on the Island of Sodor. Cranky the Crane is stationed here and he always loads and unloads cargo to and from the dock. The station of Upper Brendam serves the town itself. A coastal branch line runs from the port and is used for fish traffic. The Express stops here on its way to Vicarstown to collect passengers from ocean liners that come in here. The mail barge also docks here. The Docks here are large and extensive, with many warehouses, cranes, rail yards and canals.

James was bumping trucks about in the yard, grumbling about that he handled more goods than passengers, and he doesn't get to take the express. "It's too bad! Thomas goes to work at the harbour, and I have to do his jobs. Here, there, and everywhere!" James grumbled to himself, bumping some wagons down into another siding.

Just then, Diana chugged on in with a line of milk tankers. "Hello, James. You enjoying yourself today?" she asked innocently to James.

"Well, it be good if I wasn't stuck with these trucks." James huffed, now bumping some flatbeds away. "Useless things." He muttered.

"James, without trucks, we wouldn't be able to take any goods around." Diana reminded to the red engine.

"Yeah, yeah." James sighed to himself. "Whatever."

Just then, Sir Topham Hatt arrived with Mr. Franklin, the two walking up to Diana. The blue Caledonian engine wondered why the two controllers would even be here. It might be about something important.

"Diana. We have some exciting news." Sir Topham began to say to the blue engine. "We are planning to restore the Peel Godred Branch, as well as link up the old town of Peel Godred, as well as link up Misty Valley and Black Loch to the line."

"That's some good news." Diana said. She then frowned. "But, what's the bad news?" She asked.

"Sir Topham needs you to take the workmen and mew materials down to the line to repair the damaged lines." Mr. Franklin explained to her. "You will also working in the night. Is that alright?" He asked.

Diana smiled. "I'll do my best, sirs."

With a toot of her whistle, Diana pulled away, heading off to do her next job, leaving James to fume to himself. He grunted, as he began to shunt some trucks away.

The Peel Godred Branch is a little-known branch line with an aluminium works and hydroelectric power station. The branchline leads off from Killdane, heading up through Cronk Abbey, then goes on by Hawin Ab and Hawin Lake, and lastly, to the town of Peel Godred.

In the act of 1853, the Sodor and Mainland Railway (SMR) had gained power to build a rail-line from Cronk, but this never happened and fell through as the railway was becoming increasingly bankrupt. The Mid Sodor Railway was the result of this failed attempt. However, in 1923, the Peel Godred Power Company was granted permission to build a dam and a hydroelectric power station one mile north from the town. To supply it, a branch-line was built by the North Western Railway from Killdane, the power company paying half of the construction costs. But, by 1987, on October 19th, known as Black Monday, the trouble began. The financial crisis forced the Peel Godred Branch to be closed down, and resulted in the town of Peel Godred being cut off from the rest of the island. Fortunately, the Skarloey Railway was linked to the station of Kirk Machan, so a small engine was left behind to serve the town, travelling on back and forth from the town centre to Kirk Machan, and the Narrow-Gauge engines could take care of the freight and passengers.

The branchline had been left to decay and rot over the years since 1987, the tracks rusting away, with trees overgrown and also dying, with many small buildings like signalboxes and signals left in a state of disrepair. Each afternoon and evening, Diana would travel down the line with a group of workmen and inspectors, checking over the line, replacing old parts with new ones. The track leading to Cronk Abbey were alright, but it was the track going further along that was the worry. But, all the while, Diana felt uneasy. It was almost like something was watching her, but she didn't know what or why. She kept this to herself, but she had to tell the others.

So one evening, Diana decided to speak about it to the other engines at Tidmouth Sheds. She, James, Gordon, Thomas, and Braedey were at the sheds.

"I don't know why, but there's something off about that branch-line. I just can't put my buffer on it." Diana murmured to herself.

"It's only natural that Sir Topham Hatt chose you to take the maintenance trains to that branch." Gordon said to her. "After all the work you have done."

"Was that meant to be a compliment or an insult from you?" Diana questioned to Gordon suspiciously. The big blue engine didn't reply.

Henry steamed in, backing down into his berth. "I think what Gordon was trying to say, Diana, was that after all the hard work that you have done for us, this could be considered a special job." He clarified.

Diana smiled in understanding. "Thanks, Henry." She then smirked to Gordon and James. "And I think that Sir Topham Hatt and Mr. Franklin chose me instead of you is because I'm lighter and smaller than you two." She giggled, both James and Gordon sighing to themselves.

James wasn't pleased that Diana was given the honour of working on an old branch-line, but Braedey, who was nearby, couldn't help but feel concerned for his Caledonian friend.

The next evening, Diana had made her way down to the Peel Godred Branch. She stopped a few miles down the line at what was an old crossing intersection. There was an old platform and station sitting nearby, with a set of swinging gates over the crossing, with one set of tracks crossing over the other.

'Looks like the track loops around on itself at some point.' Diana thought to herself. 'Guess the marshland was too boggy to reconnect the line.'

"We're just about done here for the night, Diana." The foreman said. "We night have to check on the bridge ahead, just to be safe." He added.

"Okay, then." Diana replied back, although quietly.

Diana slowly made her way down the old line, soon reaching the viaduct. The bridge, made of stone and concrete, spanned partially across Hawin Lake, but the drop down was a few or so hundred feet.

Diana shuddered when she looked down on either side of the bridge. 'I think working at this hour is not safe. I mean, there's nothing to protect the workers if they fell.' She thought to herself.

Eventually, it was time to head back home. Diana began to slowly back her way down the line, being mindful and her fireman keeping an eye out. But, as they went along, a drop in temperature could be felt around them. The air was cold, and it curled around Diana's wheels. She shivered a little, but she kept pressing on.

Suddenly, a shrill and unfamiliar whistle cut through the silent air, echoing all around the forest and the dead trees, then it faded off into the night. Diana was so scared by this, and before her driver could do anything, she shunted back as fast as her wheels could carry her. She didn't stop until she got back to Tidmouth Sheds.

By the next morning, Diana had returned back to the sheds, but she was rather shaken up by what she had encountered last night. She didn't say anything by the morning, but she managed to tell the others engines about what had happened.

Gordon and James thought this was rather hilarious at the thought of something like a ghost. Thomas and Braedey scolded the big engines for talking down at Diana, saying she was a silly little engine. But Edward, meanwhile, he had a concerned expression on his face to the Caledonian engine. He hoped to speak to Diana later on in the day. It wasn't until later on in the morning that Edward got the chance to talk to Diana. He saw her at Wellsworth Station, and he pulled up alongside next to her.

Wellsworth is a village with a population of 550, located near Sodor's south coast, at the northern end of a peninsula. As it is the start of Edward's Branch Line, the station is commonly called Edward's Station. A goods yard, known as Edward's Yard, is located here. It consists of several sidings, a turntable and a two-berth engine shed, with a coal hopper nearby. A breakdown train is here. As Wellsworth is some 280ft below Maron, engines based here serve as banking engines for trains going up Gordon's Hill.

"Good morning, Diana. Is everything okay?" Edward asked quietly to the Caledonian engine.

"Well, a little. But not exactly after what I encountered last night." Diana admitted quietly. She looked down at her buffers. "I don't know, but I felt like something was watching me... like something was eyeing me..."

"I know what you mean." Diana looked to Edward with a surprised look on her face. "What you heard last night was a ghost. But more specifically, a lost spirit."

"What do you mean, Edward?" Diana asked in confusion to the old blue engine.

"There's a legend about a lost spirit that runs along the old tracks of the Peel Godred Branch, one that's been haunting the line for 80 years. It's called Godred's Ghost." Edward explained to Diana, the latter looking in awe. "An engine was sent to the Peel Godred Branch to work as its main passenger and goods engine. The engine was a London, Midland, and Scottish Railway (LMS) Fowler Class 4F 0-6-0 tender engine. I've never met the engine before, only catching it at a glance, just for the engine to head down the branch. From what I've learnt, the engine shuttled freight and passengers from Killdane to Peel Godred, working it like clockwork. However, that did not last for long. When the financial crisis occurred, the line was closed, and the engine was restricted to going as far as Kirk Machan. But, the engine's crew disobeyed orders, and they began to shuttle trains back and forth down the rest of the line. The 1st Sir Topham Hatt had warned the crew they must not do this again, or else they'd be fired and removed from the railway." Edward continued on.

"So, what happened to the engine?" Diana asked curiously.

"It all happened one dark and foggy night. The engine and it's crew picked up a heavy goods train from Killdane, and they began to head off down the branchline, unaware of how badly the rails had rusted and aged overtime." Edward continued the story. "The engine's crew charged on through the heavy mist, unable to see where they were going. They kept on going, heading off down the line. But when they reached the viaduct, which had been left to decay and fall to ruin, the heavy weight of the train caused the bridge to collapse, and whistling fit to burst, the engine fell into the ravine."

Diana was beyond shocked and in horror of what she just heard. That was very scary and it sent a chill right through her boiler.

"By the next morning, everyone arrived at the viaduct, and they saw the remains of the train down at the bottom of the ravine. The remains of the locomotive were taken away and cut up for scrap." Edward continued on with the story. "The bridge was rebuilt, but the branchline was never reopened due to the financial situation. Some people would walk the length of the branchline to see what it's like. But, many would tell you that whenever a lonely owl hoots to the moon, the mist rolls in. And when the mist is about, Godred's Ghost could be heard chugging down the rails, it's whistle echoing out from deep in the ravine, as it goes down the line, forever doomed to repeat its final journey..."

Edward finished his ominous story taking another deep breath, then he looked to the shocked, horrified, and scared expression on Diana's face. Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper. Her frames were trembling in fear, while her wheels felt like they were welded to the rails.

"I... I don't think I'll be able to take the workmen down that line now." Diana muttered out, then she steamed silently away, Edward watching her in concern.

And she didn't.

Neither did the workmen. They were spooked by what happened last night, they weren't going to work on the old line. A new crew had been chosen for the restoration project, and Sir Topham Hatt was in need of a new engine to take the workmen down. So, he had chosen Braedey to take care of the trains going down the Peel Godred Branch. The GWR 4900 engine was rather surprised, but he took to the challenge.

Diana was worried about her friend, but she hoped that Edward would tell Braedey about the ghost of the Peel Godred Branch.

The next evening was a quiet moonlit night on the Island of Sodor. Braedey was with Edward down at the goods yards in Killdane that evening. The big crimson engine was ready to take the goods train down to the station by Hawin Lake for the restoration.

A few minutes before Braedey was about leave, an owl fluttered into the branches of a nearby tree, and it hooted out loudly. This caught the attention of both Edward and Braedey, as they looked to the owl.

"Whenever that owl hoots, a mist rolls in." Edward murmured, then he looked to Braedey. "There's a legend that when the mist's about, Godred's Ghost runs about, too. Take care on the old line, Braedey." He advised.

Braedey looked to the owl, then to Edward. "Huh. I'll keep that in mind, Edward." He replied. "Thanks for the warning." And with that, the GWR 4900 engine steamed out of the goods yard with his goods train behind him, as he heads off down to the old line.

Braedey made his way under an old stone bridge, whilst going down onto the old Peel Godred Branch-line. The tracks had definitely seen better days, with dead trees lining all around the line. It was rather ominous.

"Owls, mists, ghosts..." Braedey murmured to himself. "I'm not one to question about the supernatural or of unusual phenomena, but Edward might need to check on the weather. There's no mist anywhere."

But, Braedey was wrong. A few minutes later, the mist came down fast and thick, almost blocking out the light of the moon above him. Braedey could hardly see what was ahead of him. All he could see were the shapes of the dead trees lining the sides of the track, while the tracks were hidden under the layer of mist at the ground.

Then, the GWR 4900 locomotive saw a light ahead of him on the line. "What's that?" Braedey cried. He pulled to a stop, and his crew leaned out of the cab to take a look.

"It's an amber lamp." Braedey's driver realised, and he was right. It was a small amber lamp perched up in the branches of a tree, almost like a signal light. "That means proceed with caution." He looked out to the landscape. "Who's there?!"

No one replied. Braedey crept slowly forward through the mist. A quarter of a mile later, he stopped next to a dead tree. He looked to the tree. There was a sign nailed to it. It was written in red, like it was blood, and read 'BEWARE OF THE VIADUCT'.

Braedey's driver was surprised. "No one warned us about that before. And look!" He pointed out ahead of the line, where he could see a red signal, and a closed level crossing ahead nearby an old station building. "The signal is red, and the gates are closed!"

Then, Braedey's fireman looked up at the branches of the tree, and stared on in bewilderment at what he saw. "A-a-a-and there's a fog-man's coat! Where is it's owner?" He stammered.

Suddenly, Braedey saw a light flickering inside of the old station building. The light slowly moved from the stationmaster's office to the waiting room, and revealed the shadowy figure of a man.

Braedey's face went white in fear. "G-g-g-ghost!" He exclaimed. "Edward was right! Godred's Ghost is real!" Then, just as if someone had heard Braedey within the building, the light went out immediately.

"Something strange is happening down here." Braedey's driver said to the fireman. "I think it's best we go back to Kildane."

"So do I!" Braedey agreed.

With that, they all wisely retreated back down to the mainline. As they left, Braedey thought he saw the ghostly shape of an engine, which made him reverse faster down the line in fear.

By morning, the mist had cleared away, the sun shining brightly. A workman was talking to Braedey and his crew about the unsafe viaduct.

"Lucky you didn't cross it last night." The workman said.

"Yes, but we don't know who warned us." Braedey's driver replied, and this made the GWR 4900 engine look on in concern and worry.

Just then, Austin pulled up with some workmen to repair the viaduct. He looked to his friend. "Hey, man. You look rather pale." He mentioned, Braedey looking to the small green engine.

"I... I saw something last night." Braedey stuttered. "I... I don't want to talk about it."

"It's okay. I'm sure it was something else." Austin reassured to his big engine friend, as he headed off down to the branchline.

"I wish it was." Braedey whispered to himself, watching his friend go down the line.

Diana and Edward, the two of them over in the goods yard, could tell Braedey was rather spooked out by the spirit of Godred's Ghost, and it had really done a number on him. Diana was concerned for her friend, but Edward reassured her that it'll be alright.

About three days later, Braedey's driver spoke to Braedey whilst he was resting in a nearby siding after taking a stopping passenger train.

"The viaduct has been repaired, and is safe once again." He told the crimson engine. "So we can take our train down the line tonight."

Braedey gulped nervously; he really didn't want to. He was afraid he might encounter the ghost at the station building, or worse. "Can we push our train instead of pulling it?" He asked. "I don't want to take any chances."

"Well..." Braedey's driver had trouble finding the right words. He had heard that James once went backwards with a stopping passenger train and had an accident. "I don't see why not. What's the worst that could happen?" He asked back.

Nightfall came sooner than Braedey expected it to. He was coupled up to the back of his goods train, facing the trucks from his point of view. Braedey was sizzling nicely, and he had a nice fire burning inside of in his firebox.

Suddenly, an owl fluttered up into a nearby tree. It hooted out loudly, sterling Braedey, and then Gordon thundered by with the nightly express. Braedey was quite startled by the commotion, and he nearly jumped off the rails.

"Oh, look! Braedey's spooked!" A truck said, and the others all giggled in their silly and obnoxious ways.

"Be quiet, you!" Braedey snapped angrily, shutting the trucks up. "I am NOT scared!" But he was.

Then, the guard blew his whistle, and Braedey cautious pushed his train out of the station, heading off to the Peel Godred Branch once again.

A little while later, the fog came down, just as thick as it was that night. As Braedey approached the same area down the line, they soon saw the amber light again, perched up in the branches of the tree.

"Here we go." Braedey's driver said, with a tone of nervousness in his voice.

As Braedey travelled down the line, the mood got more eerie and spooky for him and the trucks as well. They didn't know why, but they felt like something was watching them from the shadows of the trees around them. Then, unbeknown to Braedey, the gates mysteriously closed by themselves, and the signal went red, as if it turned on by itself.

The trucks had seen all, and they were spooked, too. "Faster, faster! There's a ghost about!" They surged forward in fright, surprising both Braedey and his crew, as they struggled to slow down.

"Stop! Stop!" Braedey yelled, to no avail. He tried to reduce steam and try to slow down, doing whatever he can to try and stop the runaway trucks, but it was no good. The leading truck crashed right into the level crossing barriers, and the trucks continued on, pulling Braedey and his crew with them.

As they raced away, a mysterious figure standing on the platform watched Braedey go by.

Up ahead, there was a large landslide blocking the line leading up to the viaduct. Braedey saw the danger, and he and his crew tried everything they could to stop. Braedey braked hard with all his might, but the trucks hit some of the rubble, and they plunged into the ravine with a deafening crash!!!

Then, all seemed quiet. Nothing made a sound. Braedey didn't breath a word, just as a wolf's howl echoed through the night. A second later, the sound of an engine's whistle could be heard in the distance, making everyone stop at once. Braedey's driver and fireman stepped out of Braedey's cab, then looked behind them. As they do so, they could see a light moving in the fog, along with some light chugging in the distance.

"What's that?" The driver asked in worry.

The fireman laughed. "Well, there's our ghost. It's Old Bailey, the fog-man." He smiled, as Thomas appeared from the fog.

Old Bailey was with Thomas, as they pulled up behind Braedey. Old Bailey was very cross. "I tried to warn you about that viaduct. Why didn't you pay attention?" He asked to the crew.

"We're sorry we ignored your warnings, Old Bailey." Braedey's fireman apologised. "Is there any way that we can thank you?" He asked.

"I wish to run that old station again." Old Bailey asked to him. "I promise I won't spook Braedey." He added.

Braedey smiled, as Thomas buffered up to him, whilst Old Bailey climbed into his cab. With that done, the blue tank engine began to pull his friend away from the landslide back towards the mainline.

In a short time, Old Bailey's wish had come true. There was a celebration for the station's restoration, now named Hawin Lake, and Sir Topham Hatt was head of the celebration. Henry, Braedey, Diana, Edward, and even Thomas were at the celebration, and they were happy for the station being rebuilt and back into service.

Also, the Peel Godred Branch was soon back in service once again within a few weeks, the town now linked with the North Western Railway, and the Fat Controller held a ceremony for Old Bailey.

"You and your station will be a perfect addition to this branch line." Sir Topham Hatt said, shaking hands with Old Bailey. "So, let's hear a hearty thank you to the friendliest... err... ghost on the Island of Sodor." He announced.

Everyone cheered, especially Braedey and Diana, who were the happiest of all. But, deep inside, the two of them weren't too sure. There was something they wanted to know.

A few days later, Braedey and Diana decided to speak to Old Bailey himself. The two engines sat by the platform, as the fogman walked over to them. He wondered what the two engines wanted to talk about.

"If you don't mind me asking, Old Bailey. How did you operate the old level crossing and signal down at the old station?" Braedey asked first.

Old Bailey was confused. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"Weren't you here before?" Diana asked in worry. "The night before Braedey's accident? He said he saw a man inside of the old building. Wasn't that you?"

"That was me. But, I only put down detonators on the tracks to warn you about the landslide the night of your accident." Old Bailey said to Braedey.

Braedey froze. "But... they didn't go off. Nothing happened." He muttered quietly.

Old Bailey now looked concerned. "Oh, it sounds like the work of old Godred's Ghost." He murmured. "Must be up to its tricks."

Braedey and Diana said no more. They looked to one another, then they both steamed silently away in fear. They didn't want to stay on the Peel Godred Branch for another moment.

The news about Braedey's accident and ordeal soon reached Sir Topham Hatt and Mr. Franklin, the two of them concerned. Then, Edward told the two men about the story of Godred's Ghost. They felt chills go down their backs from the story. So, they made a decision.

Soon, Sir Topham announced the demolition of the old station and platform, as well as the level crossing. He came to bear witness to the destruction of the building, as he stood alongside both Braedey and Edward, the two engines watching on as the building was being reduced to nothing but kindling.

Braedey looked to the stout gentleman. "So, once this is all gone, where will Godred's Ghost go now, Sir Topham?" He asked timidly.

Sir Topham didn't respond at first. "I am not sure. Maybe he will go on to the afterlife." He replied. "But, whatever the case, he is not welcome on my railway."

Sir Topham did not leave the site until the last bits of the station were gone for good, and the rails of the old crossing were ripped up. Once done, it seemed like it was a new line, one leading only up to Peel Godred and back. With that done, Braedey and Edward headed off for home, the two of them remaining respectively silent.

Rumours about say that now the rails are no longer around, Godred's Ghost has moved on and headed off to a new plane of existence. Others don't think so. But, many workmen on the branchline would tell you, that when an owl hoots, and the mist rolls in, Godred's Ghost would appear where it's rails once stood, haunting the line...

...forever refusing... to leave...