Chk chk… chk chk… It sounded like a train, but there wasn't one for miles. Daniel always figured it was the wind. Everyone else seemed to think it was a train, and a ghost train, at that. How silly.
Daniel Harris was a tall man, but also slightly scrawny. His friends would always give him a hard time for that. He had short, dark brown hair that almost looked black, beautiful blue hazel eyes and slightly tanned skin. Minus his current physical condition, Daniel was a very handsome man.
He'd recent graduated from university, being age 25, with a major in game design.
In his view, anything that could not be explained by science was an unintelligible concept and not plausible in the least.
He slumped back in his chair. These people must've been nuts. They say the sound always comes a certain time of day, but Daniel paid no mind. His hands rested on the sides of his netbook, and he stared blankly at the TOSHIBA label just below the monitor. He guided his right hand to the power button, and pushed down with his index finger. For some reason, he felt compelled to search Budd Lake ghost train. Daniel watched as the web search came up with different URLs, all with the same legend, but with different variations. God, this thing even had a Wikipedia page. The skinny male pushed his rump against the back of the chair, and sat up straight. Whether or not he believed in this stupid thing, he at least wanted to know what it was supposed to be. He double tapped the third link. The Budd Lake ghost train is, as the name suggests, a ghostly train that supposedly runs through Budd Lake. There are a few different variations of this legend, the most popular being that a train had ran through the area previously, but had a mysterious accident, which somehow caused it to repeat the event over and over again. Some may argue that the noises, supposedly the sounds the unseen train makes, are just the wind. However, most who've seen the noise believe the legend to be true.

He tapped the X in the corner of the browser. Daniel had no need to read further to confirm this whole thing was nuts.
There was no proof; he'd heard nothing of a previous train accident, or even a train running through there at all. No point in worrying about it now, though.
Daniel pushed himself up off the chair and walked toward his bedroom, a door a little ways down the hallway of the one story house he lived in. He didn't need much bigger, though, nor could he afford it, being a single male. It was late, and he had work tomorrow. Sleep was a necessity.

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Marisa Santos combed four long skinny fingers through locks of curly black hair. She was a very fair skinned woman, and had freckles dotted on her cheeks and nose. Her eyes were a deep green, and many thought them to be her best feature.
Currently, Marisa was sitting at the foot of her bed, dressed in a white nightgown; a Gateway net book equipped with Windows 7 Home Edition resting on her lap. The Google Chrome browser had a Facebook album open, filled with pictures of herself and good friends.
Oh, how lucky she was to have such good friends. Her left hand reached over to her lucky elephant, the wooden one with it's trunk held high (it wouldn't be lucky if it was held low!), and rubbed it's head for good luck.
Unlike Daniel Harris (her best friend), she wasn't too skeptic about things like luck, karma, the Budd Lake Ghost Train (of course), etc.
She had a horse-shoe nailed into the wall about her front door, dream catchers hung above her bed and a herd of at least three lucky elephants in both her living room and bedroom.
Marisa was about 23 with a career as a reporter, and aspiring to be an author.

Tomorrow would be a day off for her. Perhaps she'd visit her best friend once he arrived home from work.

chk chk.... chk chk..... Ah, right on time. The young woman crossed her legs and looked to the window, listening to the ghostly train sounds as it went by.