Whether you choose to belive this story is up to you. Everything I am about to tell you is entirly the truth. When I turned 16 I got my drivers licence, and my friends and i decided to go joy riding in a part of town that before then I had never been in. We were going over a set of abandened train tracks when the car stalled. We tried to get out but the doors wouldn't budge. Then a cloud of dust seemed to have surrounded the car and we heard a train. We were freaking cause this track as I said was abandened. Then we heard a woman and saome children screaming and something was banging on the car. After that there was silence and the dust disapeared. the car started and rolled off the tracks. We quickly got out and a friend of mine named "Jeff" went around to the back of the car and yelled for us to come here. When we got there we saw 8 little hand prints on the back of the car. We were scared out of our heads so we went ot the oldest person in town who was my grandmas best friend and asked her what was the story with the train tracks. She said a woman and her 4 children were going home one day and her car went dead on the tracks. they were panicking too much to unlock the doors when a train came and killed them. thats the last time I went into that part of town again.