Every summer since Charlie turned six was spent on Grandpa’s Iowa farm. Charlie loved to run through the fields chasing butterflies and spent his nights laying on the cool grass watching the fireflies and Milky Way. Life was perfect until the train arrived.
“I don’t believe it,” Grandpa said, shaking his head. “Are you sure?”
Frank, a family friend from the other side of town, nodded. “Saw it myself two nights ago out by Cooper’s Ridge.”
Grandpa pulled his old handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his brow. “What are we going to do? We can’t let it happen again. Charlie… I can’t… I won’t.”
“What’s the matter, Grandpa?” Charlie walked into the kitchen when he heard his name.
Grandpa’s face turned white as he grabbed Charlie by the shoulders and shook him. “Don’t you ever get on that train. You hear me, boy? No matter what he says, or what you see happening inside, you never get on that train.”
Charlie was terrified by Grandpa’s expression and could only muster a whimper.
“I’m going to let you go,” Grandpa said, hugging Charlie as tears streamed down his face. “He’s not going to get another one.”
Later that night, as Charlie laid in bed and imagined the mysterious train that had terrified his Grandpa, he heard a whistle in the distance. Slipping on his shoes and bathrobe, Charlie stood at his window and watched as a train appeared through the night’s mist and blew its whistle again. Charlie rubbed his eyes and gulped.
“You get out of here,” Grandpa shouted as he ran out the front door carrying his rifle. He fired twice and screamed at the train. “You can’t have him! You can’t!”
A well-dressed man stepped into the doorway of the train, looked at Charlie in the window, and said, …
Who, oh who, to tag for this story…hmm…I don’t know who all is interested in playing along anymore, but I am going to tag the frightfully fantastic Fandango to start us off.
- post the story as you receive it
- add to the story (or finish it, up to the writer)
- tag another person to continue the story (unless you finished it)
- Have fun!
Small note regarding time for each tag: I understand we all live busy lives, so I allot one week per tag. This is firm unless the tagged person commented on the taggers post and the tagged person appears to write on a schedule. If the story has not continued or concluded within a week after a tag, I will consider the story dead and post the compiled story and begin a new one.