At one point, my husband, myself and our two small sons live in our very own home that was called a “Single Family Attached” home. To the untrained eye, it might look like a duplex but nay, nay.
Single Family Attached homes usually only have part of the homes attached by a short wall and separate roofs where Duplexes do not.
I really liked living there. The picture enclosed is one of the models but was not ours. My husband and I were freshly engaged when we started building in this brand new subdivision and like most new subdivisions you really tend to grow up with your neighbors and get to know them and their kids.
So image this, small but charming subdivision, only one way in and one way out, and very family oriented, most having kids but approximately 50% having pets.
Are you getting my drift? Text book suburbia, right? Alright, I’ll move along.
One summer night, we’re all in beds sleeping. The windows were open and I’m not sure what woke me from my sleep but I can hear in the distance outside, a few dogs barking and howling. I turned over, re-plumped my pillow and prepared to fall back to sleep until I noticed that it wasn’t just a couple of dogs now barking, it was the equivalent of the entire neighborhood dogs howling times two.
All barking at the same time.
At 3:00 a.m. What? Was it an organized dog rally?
Hardly anyone left their dogs outside over night in that area. It was suburbia, not the country.
While I laid there wondering what the heck was going on that make all of the dogs howl and bark at the same time in the middle of the night and where were they coming from, I head in the distance, a train.
I know you're thinking big deal. “Yeah, so what, you heard a drain. That’s not creepy.”
Well you see, even though we did have train tracks not too far from where we lived, it was a freight train line. Except on this particular night, when this particular train was heard, it sounded like a full fledge high rolling party going on. There was talking and laughter and I’m almost positive a faint sound of music along with the "chugga, chugga, chugga, chugga, chugga." I could hear all of this coming, as if it was coming from a few miles away and as it got closer it got louder and then it faded away as it passed.
When I could no longer here the “Party Train”, the dogs had stopped barking too.
It was as if the dogs were announcing the Ghost Party train’s arrival.
So, there I was, lying in bed trying to determine what the heck had I heard and how was it possible?
Logically, all of the dogs in the area wouldn’t begin to howl on cue at 3 a.m. and surely their owners would allow them to do so for fear of waking up the neighbors.
Logically, there wouldn't suddenly be a commuter train on the Freight train line
And logically, there wouldn’t have been a mega party on said commuter train at 3:00 a.m.
The following day, I asked my neighbor, “Hey Sandy, did you hear a lot of people and dogs barking in the middle of the night?”
Sandy knew that I wasn’t crazy but said she hadn’t. Then I explained everything that happened the night before and we had a chuckle over it.
A couple of weeks later, Sandy stopped me outside. “I heard it last night.”
“You heard the Dogs barking and the Ghost party train?”
“Not the dogs, But I heard a bunch of people laughing and talking but it sounded like they were just walking in front of my house in the middle of the night. So I got up to check who was making all of the noise and no one was there.”
Sandy was a tough woman-not likely to take any crap from anyone so I’m fairly sure, she would have confronted the rude people face to face if she could have found them.
From that point on, we referred to our experience as the Ghost Train.