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The town I grew up in on the outskirts of Pittsburgh (does Pittsburgh actually have outskirts?) has a train track that runs right through it. Every few years someone would be run over by a train, usually because they were trying to hop on for a ride.
One happened the summer before junior high school and I remember overhearing the cop that first arrived on the scene describing to my mom how body parts were scattered from one end of town to the other.
That particular train came through almost every night at the same time and I could hear the whistle from my house. Gave me bigtime willies for years.
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