The legend of Timothy's untold story was so dark that if any children were told by mishap they would get nightmares and scream out at night. But the story was never revealed to the Fat Controller's engines... until now.

One foggy evening, Percy was returning home after a hard days work at the docks. He was tired and in need of a long rest. He was traveling along a route he knew of, which was a short cut to get home. Percy knew where he was, even in the dark.

"I shan't be long now for I'm nearing Crowe's Farm Crossing." he said.

Crowe's Farm Crossing was located near Hackenbeck, which was a small hamlet, serving as a halt on Thomas' Branch Line. As Percy continued his run, the rails hummed and the signal lights shone green. Then he heard a whistle that was not familiar to him and then a voice, echoing in the darkness.

"Children... Children..."

Percy was confused. He slowed down and whistled back.

"Hello? Is someone there?" he asked.

The voice came again, repeating, "I like children... I like children..."

Percy was getting more confused. As he rounded the curve and about to cross Crowe's Farm Crossing... he and his driver and firepony both gasped in horror as another engine shot out of the fog, whistling fit to burst with a face that had a very demonic look.

"WELCOME TO YOUR GRAVESTONE!!!" it shrieking out loudly.

Percy wailed out, whistling long and loud as he closed his eyes, expecting a crash... but then silence quickly fell. Cautiously, Percy opened one eye as did pinkie and Rachel Marie ravens, both shaking in fright looked out from opposites sides of the cab.

"What in satin's name was that?!" asked pinkie.

"It looked like an engine... but that was no kind of engine but... but it looked enough." said miss ravens.

"Tha...tha..tha... tha... that... was... was.. was a... ghost train!" Percy said, quivering, his eyes very close to tears. "But it's not like the ones that we're told about... that was so realistic and terrifying!"

Then miss ravens  paused... she began to remember something from long ago.

"Percy, remember the time, I told you about that ghost story about the one that I saw the night before and was to be a pretend ghost on television?" she said.

"Yes... yes I do," Percy replied, remembering. "Why? What's made you bring that up?"

"I'm just beginning to think that... possibly... no I'm not kidding here... I believe that now it was not a fake story... it was real... I was wrong... the ghost train was real..."

"What? What do you mean?" asked pinkie.

"I'm just starting to get this realization feeling in my stomach," said miss ravens. "I'm remembering about the story that I told Percy long ago when I claimed to have seen the ghost train running along the line, warning us while as it plunged into the mist."

Percy's wheel's shivered at the thought if miss ravens was believing the story that she told him. Be even he was starting to have second doubts about it and he was still thinking about it when he made it back the sheds. But just who was the mysterious and horrifying ghost engine that he and his crew saw? Next Chapter: the untold story of timothy part three. Estimated time remaining: 8 Minutes