Hey folks! Some of you have expressed interest in a case I'm currently working on. I'll post what details I can here, right up to what happened last night. About six months ago, I was called by "Mr. Smith", who was given my number by a mutual friend. He was experiencing typical poltergeist phenomena with his model train layout. It was starting, and running on its own, with no power source. I agreed to take on the case, as the focal point of whatever it was being the model railroad was not only appealing in its own right, but new and novel to me, as well as being, at least to my knowledge, unique in the cases that I and others have both studied and worked on. After calling in a couple of electricians, who both witnessed the occurence, they could offer no explanation for what seemed to be a self-willed train. I have since made several more visits to Mr. Smith's house, both with him there, and when he has been out.(Always with his knowledge, and consent, of coursesign1 ). Try explaining that to the police if the neighbours should get suspicious . In each case, I have taken EMF, and temperature readings, and found them to be within acceptable, normal ranges. Except when the layout would run by itself, when the EMF meter would go off the scale, and the temperature would drop by 10 to 20 degrees celsius. This brings me to last night. When I arrived, everything was quiet. Mr. Smith and I exchanged some small talk, and a few chuckles about his situation. After offering me a cup of tea. We headed downstairs to, as he puts it, "Twilight Zone Junction". Right on cue, as soon as we entered the room, the train starts to run. Pulling out my EMF meter, it goes right off the top again. IR thermometer registers 17.5 degree drop in two seconds. I turned to Mr. Smith and asked him if he had ever thought of changing anything on his layout to see what would happen, whereupon, I received an N Scale 0-6-0 engine to the right temple,(Mr. Smith was on my left). I still have the mark it made today. I asked Mr. Smith where he got the idea for his layout, which is a small mining operation, and he said that he found an old picture in his grandfather's attic depicting the town, and he recreated it as best he could. Unfortunately the photograph does not name the town, nor does he know where it is, so I'll have to do some research on that. My next step will be to set up a video camera and audio recording device in that room, lock and seal the door, and all of the windows, and wait. One last thing, upon arriving home, my phone was ringing. It was Mr. Smith, calling to say that one of his engines,(the one that hit me), was missing. We both remembered me picking it up, and handing it to him after I got nailed, and he put it away. I volunteered to go back and help him look for it, but he said it would probably turn up on its own, and not to worry about it. Hanging up the phone, I went to go type up my notes, and there, sitting on to of the computer, was the engine, where it still is, until I can take it back tonight. Mr. Smith was very amused when I called him back, as this is a new wrinkle in an already strange case. That's it for now, I'll post more when I get more details.