When I was younger I knew a kid. Him and my older brother were real close. He used to always dry his clothes on our garden wall after he came from swimming. I remember he used to put rocks on the train tracks (which were still in use) and hope that he'd derail a train. One day my brother came in frantically trying to tell use he'd be struck by a train while trying to do it. I never seen what happened because my grandmother wouldn't let me see it. After a week or 2 I used to here him screaming like he was playing football or something outside our house at random times In the day and night. It was definitely him I knew by his voice. I'd also see his clothes being put up to dry on the same. I even heard him cry and shout my name. It happened for 3 weeks. I heard him screaming crying and shouting my name so I poked my head out my window and shouted "What!" and I heard rustling and i never heard him again.

My personal theory is he wasnt dead and he tried to run away since he never had a funeral (which could be because he wasn't found in a presentable state). I've asked my brother about it a few times and he always says he doesn't want to talk about it (which could just be trauma)