On a night shift the underground worker had to walk the tunnels. Along the empty track in the pitch black a torch his only guide. And a radio to report if anything wrong cautiously moving along.
It was just before one am he started to walk down the ramp onto the line. The only sounds his footsteps on the track too nervous to look back. Halfway along his route saw a flickering light no work was planned that night!
Approaching saw a workman crouching down busy on some unknown task. Calling out to enquire what he was doing the man stood and spoke. He said hello called in for an urgent repair made sense why he was there.
An hour later on his return he had gone radioed to say all was well. Mentioned the worker he saw in the tunnel as on reflection thought it odd. The radio operator told him others had to as they had walked through!
You had seen the ghost the voice said with glee possibly was hit by a train! Some sixty years ago while doing some repairs this came as a complete surprise. Never experienced anything like this before no longer a sceptic that's for sure!
The Foureyed Poet.
The underground worker walking the line had an experience he never expacted! The Foureyed Poet.