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"There's...no such thing as ghosts. There's no such thing as ghosts!" He told himself.
He reversed to switch onto an adjacent road, but before he could cross the points he backed into several lengths of rusty chains that slithered across the back of his bunker. He could feel every gritty, rust covered link slide across his paint that gave him a fright unlike any he had experienced. His whole frame seemed to tense up at the feeling of the chains, which felt like the spectral fingers of one of the many scrap spirits which came to haunt the Smelters' yard on Halloween night. "NNYYAAAAAH!!!" He squealed, letting off a wheesh of steam that reverberated off the walls, compounding his fright. It sounded like the whistling of a ghost engine.

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"There's...no such thing as ghosts. There's no such thing as ghosts!" He told himself.
He reversed to switch onto an adjacent road, but before he could cross the points he backed into several lengths of rusty chains that slithered across the back of his bunker. He could feel every gritty, rust covered link slide across his paint that gave him a fright unlike any he had experienced. His whole frame seemed to tense up at the feeling of the chains, which felt like the spectral fingers of one of the many scrap spirits which came to haunt the Smelters' yard on Halloween night. "NNYYAAAAAH!!!" He squealed, letting off a wheesh of steam that reverberated off the walls, compounding his fright. It sounded like the whistling of a ghost engine.