Terror Tales of Sodor

The Vicarstown Bridge Disaster

Morning all. I just had an experience at the Vicarstown lift bridge that shook me to my very core. I was visiting sodor for Godreds Day, and that experience was something I never want to experience again. But first, I should tell you some history about the Vicarstown lift bridge.

 The Vicarstown lift bridge is one of Sodor's most important landmarks. It connect the Island of Sodor to the mainland, allowing trains to go there and allow people from sodor to go to England by rail. Those trains to the mainland, as the residents of Sodor called it end at Barrow in Furness, which was the end station of the Furness Railway. At that time, the bridge was just a small bridge with two tracks o both sides of it and made entirely of wood. It was a miracle that it didn't collapse under Gordon's weight. But eventually, the bridge did collapse, and was upgraded to the lift bridge we know today.

Now I'm sure you are wondering, how did the old bridge collapse, and who was there when it happened? Well, it's time I tell you about all of this.

It was late August on the Island of Sodor. Godreds day was coming up, and everyone was eager to take part in the festivities. This means extra trains to and from the mainland. Pip and Emma had to take on extra coaches to ensure that more people will come to Sodor from London. Gordon had to take on just as many coaches on his trains to Barrow in Furness, and this left all three engines exhausted. The Fat Controller decided to borrow more passenger trains from the mainland to cope with the demand, which worked out well for the engines. However, the fat controllers next decision would end up scar Gordon for the rest of his life. 

One august morning, The Fat Controller visited Gordon at Knapford station as he was getting ready for his next express train to barrow. Gordon had just taken a nice long rest before hand and was feeling very refreshed. 

The Fat Controller: Ah, Gordon. How are you?

Gordon: Better sir, thank you. That rest was all I needed. I'm now ready to serve our passengers.

The Fat Controller: I'm glad to hear it. Because you will be pulling a nighttime express service to barrow in furness and back tonight. 

Gordon: N-Nighttime, Sir?

The Fat Controller: Yes, I am meeting with some friends of mine on the mainland. I will be there for a couple of days, and will be heading back in the morning. 

Gordon was nervous. Nighttime always brings out the supernatural, and he doest not want to encounter any ghosts, especially on Godreds day.

Later that night, Gordon coupled up to his coaches. All the passengers boarded, and the gaurd blew his whistle. Gordon whistled back and started heading off. He was running at record time, but just as he arrived at crovans gate, the fog began to arrive. 

"We'd better go slow, gordon." His driver said. "This fog is going to be bloody thick."

"Pah!" Gordon snorted. "We'll be fine! I can only go where the rails go, and there will be fog detonators near barrow in case another engine is on my line."

"I'm not so sure." Gordons fireman replied. "The forecast didn't say anything about fog."

"That's the weather for you." Gordon replied. "The weather reporting bastards will tell you the day will be sunny, only for us to be greeted with a thunderstorm. We'll be in barrow faster than you can blink."

"I got a bad feeling about this." Gordons fireman muttered, which Gordon didn't hear. 

Gordon was able to go to Vicarstown without any issue. However, when he started across the bridge, things started going wrong.

As gordon started crossing the bridge, he started to hear a whistle and chuffing from another train.

Gordon: That can't be right!