My grandma lived in Brownfield p.a. We went there every time school let out for a long holiday. We lived in Cleveland, Ohio. We got into grammas late. So, everyone was home and they were all downstairs visiting us. Well, knowing everyone was downstairs I heard walking upstairs. So I asked who that was and everyone started laughing and said it was just cotton.
Cotton was an older man in a wheelchair who had no legs, who pap and gramma bought the house off. And he always said when he died he was going to come back walking again and he did!
Well, this was the start of my fascination with the other world. So, my aunt Mary, who was the youngest of my mom's siblings, (15 total kids) told me that if I liked that she was going to show me something that's really cool. So we went upstairs and we talked until 3am when she told me to look out in the backyard at the train tracks and just watch. So, I did and here's what I saw.
A man appeared carrying a lantern dressed in the old cloths of a train conductor. He was just walking along the tracks and right before he reached the large lilac bush he disappeared. I thought it was a man who was just walking the tracks and vanished behind the bush. So Aunt Mary and I sat up the next night to prove it to me. It was a ghost, he was transparent and who vanished before he reached the bush. This happens every night at 3am on the dot.
Story goes that the conductor stopped the train because, there were stow aways and when he did his checks he found them, and they killed him.
I was 10-12 at this time and have been interested in ghost ever since. I did some research of my own recently and found that this and similar stories are all over the net. But, this I saw with my own eyes.