Terror Tales of Sodor

The Monster of Maron

Maron is a well known town that is on the eastern side of Gordon's hill. Its station consists of two platforms, with the northern platform having the station building. The Southern platform has a yard and several sidings. The station is part of the Ulfstead Branchline, which itself ends in Ulfstead Castle, where the Earl of Sodor lives. The town itself also is inhabited by several small-time authors, and they would often host book signings in Ulfstead Castle.

Needless to say, Maron is a wonderful town, and was extremely popular during the summer months. However, Maron also has a dark secret, a secret that is about to come to light in a chilling way.

It was a late October evening. Everyone was getting ready to hit the hay, and all the engines were finishing up with their last trains of the day. Edward was at Maron getting ready to bank Gordon's late night slow passenger train. As he was waiting, he couldn't help but hear something strange.

???: Grrrr.

Edward: What on earth was that?

Edwards Driver: What was what, old boy?

Edward: That growl.

Edwards driver: I didnt hear a growl.

Edward: I swear I heard it. I heard it coming from the town.

Edward's Driver: Must be your ears playing pranks on you. I mean, you get so tired you would occasionaly hear things.

"I suposse." Edward said tenativly.

Edwards Driver: Come on, old boy. You'll get your rest as soon as you help bank the galloping sausage up his hill.

"Don't let Gordon hear you say that," Edward chuckled. "Otherwise he's gonna turn you into a sausage."

Edwards Driver: I'd like to see him try!

Edward and his driver laughed for a good few minutes until gordon showed up. The small blue engine buffered up to the end of Gordons train, blew his whistle and started pushing gordon up the hill. He was able to pull it off without any issues, and Edward then chuffed slowly into his shed at Wellsworth. Edwards driver and fireman doused his fire, said their goodbyes and headed to their homes. Edward looked at the stars for a while and after a few minutes drifted off to sleep.

Later on that night, a novella writer was heading back to his home in Maron after a novel writing seminar at Crovans gate. He was in a very good mood, having learned a lot from the seminar and eager to write his very first novel.

He was just rounded a corner when he heard a growl.

???: Grrrr.

Author: Hello?

???: Grrrrrrrr.

Author: Hello? Who's there?

There was silence.

Author: Hmph. Must be someone playing an early Halloween prank. Bloody imbecile. I would like to teach him a thin or two.

The author decided to go into the nearby pub for a bathroom break. After that, he decided to have a nice cold lemonade and had just left the building when a shadowy shape came out of nowhere and charged at him.

Author: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

The next morning, Edward woke up at his shed to find two police officers right in front of him.

Edward: Oh, good morning officers. May I help you?

Officer #1: Good morning, Edward. We were wondering if you noticed anything strange last night.

Edward: Well, I did hear a growl, but didn't see the owner. Why?

Officer #2: There was a savage and brutal attack at Maron last night. An author was walking home when he was ambushed by something.