My encounter with the railroad demon, written by Sea Wolf, and featured on the website,

East of the web.com. August 6th, 1999. I was only 14 at the time of the railroad demon encounter.

Now, at age 30, I'm finally telling the story of that horrific day that changed everything.

Me and my two best friends since kindergarten, Derek and Shooter, loved everything supernatural.

There was a haunted house within a hundred mile radius, we'd be there,

armed with flashlights, cameras, and junk food to keep us going throughout the night.

Time and time again, we'd debunk a myth, urban legend, or find out a creepy figure looking about in the middle of the night was just old miss

Jenkins stoned out of her mind on painkillers and looking for more gin looking back now i can't imagine

her son taking care of her every minute of the day and night that man never had a life other than his mother's care. Running outside at night

with his bathrobe on convincing her he wasn't a leprechaun. It was one of those crazy nights that I got

an anonymous phone call. I was up in my bedroom going through my ghost and ghoul's comic books when my mom calls out to me.

Jimmy, Yama, phone. Who is it? Don't know. Just come get it. I rode my eyes at the thought of being it being fat and the school bully.

Once in a while, he'd make phone calls to the kids' houses, and when they'd answer, he'd either belch or fart on the receiver and hang up.

I felt sad for anyone having to use his phone after.

Once in a while, someone would have the guts to write

some interesting choice of words on his school locker, but that seemed to give him more

reason to cause harm. I lazily sluttered down the stairs and saw the phone was on the landing

and picked it up.

Hello?

I said, bored in tone.

No one on the line.

Hello.

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