Marroe, that is really interesting because I have a similar disquiet about train tracks.
I used to live in a neighborhood about a crow's flight from an old, but still used, set of train tracks. They were rumored to be haunted.
My brother, being the sadistic mofo that he is, told me a story about a train porter being decapitated and his head throw onto one of those swinging lights. Apparently, on special nights one could see his head with his eyes glowing red, swinging back and forth on the light.
This very same neighborhood had an old cemetary at the top entrance. I spent summers there, amongst the dead....
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