In 1890, a long time employee of the Louisville, St. Louis and Texas Railroad Company in Henderson, Kentucky, resigned from his position which he held for many years because of fear of encountering the ghosts haunting the yards at night.
The man named Rouse worked as a watchman about the yards at night. He complained of sights and sounds he could not explain. One time a bell on a locomotive rang by itself.
This is how he described it:
I was doing some work near where engine No. 103 was standing when I heard the bell tap twice. I looked around and seeing nothing turned to resume my work. I had scarcely commenced when I was again startled by three more loud taps of the bell on the engine, and looked around and I saw something that fairly took the kinks out of my hair. In the cab of the engine I saw a white form which appeared to be peering out of the lookout window. The eyes looking almost like balls of fire. I could not move to save my life, and seemed as if the terrible-looking object was looking for me. It remained a few seconds and then disappeared. No, you can't get me to tackle no such sights again.
A tire-man who also worked in the yard, said that he heard the bell ring, but didn't see the apparition. He told the story of an engineer on the locomotive a few nights before describe that on his trip from Louisville a white object in human form crossed over the engineer near Long's Crossing, which caused him to stop the engine.
Instead of a locomotive, Capt. Charles Merriwether told a newspaper in 1892 of a hunted canal boat he once owned.
I once owned a canal boat that carried a whole cargo of spooks. It was before the railroads had two boats, one I looked after myself, while I employed a captain and crew for the other. One night the captain, who had been assiduously putting down the rum demon, shipped a cargo of monkeys. He attacked his wife with a carving knife and killed her. A boat hand who went to her rescue, shared the same fate. He then cut his own throat and jumped overboard. I was never after that able to get a crew to remain with the boat. Every man employed asserted that the double murder and suicide was enacted every night. I did not investigate the matter, as I never cared to meddle with the supernatural. After three or four crews had deserted the boat I sold it to a German who had three boys. They ran it for a number of years, and made no complaint of midnight visitors.
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