Ira

Say hello to my new stalker! [I'm going to die.] Her name is Ira, which is Italian for "fury", "rage", "anger", etc.
I first met Ira in one of my dreams [She tried to kill me!]. It was an interesting encounter actually.....

*tells my dream*
It was roughly 11 at night on a cool September night. The skies were clear and there was a bright full moon in the sky. A light breeze was blowing gently eastward. The nice, soft glow of the city lights were visible in the distance, just behind a small hill. Streets were clear and everything was quiet. Or was it?
A tall, young figure was taking a stroll through the now deserted streets of Allegheny County. He was a troubled young man, with his entire future laying ahead of him. But despite his troubles, he was quite relaxed. The feel of the wind on his cheeks was soothing. He was all alone, with no one to bother him.
Just as the young man crossed the tracks, the crossing gate started flashing and the bars came down behind him. Being the hard core railfan he is, he decided to wait for the train to go by before continuing home. To his surprise, however, he did not hear any horns or bells or the loud thunder of a diesel engine. Everything was quiet, still he waited. He waited for five minutes before he turned towards home, thinking that this must be a crossing gate malfunction. He had only walked 8 feet before he heard a strange sound. What he heard was something in between a whisper and the distant scratching of a blackboard by someone with long nails. As unpleasent as this sound was, it did for one word; a name...
"Dan."
The man looked over his shoulder, thinking that it was probably just a local thinking about scaring some pedestrians. He saw nothing, except for the flashing lights of the crossing gate which was still in the lowered position. He continued walking and managed to walk 12 feet before he heard the strange sound again, this time louder.
"Dan."
The strage voice was then followed shortly by a soft humming sound and a gust of freezing cold air. The man turned around just in time to catch a large shadow moving quickly along the tracks before it disappeared into the darkness. His heart began to beat fast, his skin tightened and so did his muscles. Just then the crossing gates stopped flashing, but the bars remained in the lowered position.
Fueled by adrenaline, he ran along the street until he had reached the community of Etna, just at the edge of the Allegheny River. He stopped to catched his breathe, still looking over his back to see if anyone or anything was following him. To his horror, he could see the silhouette of a massive object which had not been there just seconds before. It moved slowly towards him.
"Who are you?!" he called out.
The object moved closer to him. He took a few steps back, but it kept up with him. He continued moving backwards until he passed underneath a light suspended from the bridge above him.
"Who the hell are you?!" he called out again.
The object moved until it was directly underneath the beam of light. He examined the object in horror and disbelief.
This thing that had been following him was a train. But not just any train, it was a ghost train, with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth and a jaw big enough to swallow a Honda Civic. Sharp spears were jotting out the sides of the engine. Being the train guru he is, the young man was able to identify the "locomotive" as an ALCo PA-2. A large, cynical smile was plastered on the locomotive. It's slick, long hood was now rinkled with the expression of what appeared at first to be anger, but then, to the man's horror, expressed the evil in the train's heart and soul.
"Hello Dan." it said with a sharp, whicked voice.
"What the---"
Just then the locomotive opened it's enormous mouth and lunged straight at him.
He ran, screaming for help, with a psycotic engine close behind him. He took shelter in a small alley, but did not stop running, fearing the worst. To his absolute horror, the engine punched through the buildings as if they were paper. He weaved his way through the dark maze of alleys and backstreets, but the train was able to keep up with all of his moves. Unfortunately, he made a wrong turn, and found himself trapped in a dead end. He looked back to see the engine, too big too fit between the buildings, blocking his only exit.
"You can't escape from me, Dan! And you can't kill what's already dead."
"What do you mean? Who and what the fuck are you?!"
"My name is Ira."
With that said, the engine forced its way into the narrow alley, pushing the buildings aside. The young man was impaled by one of the engine's long and sharp spears. The engine then tore his body to pieces and ate him. It then reversed out of the narrow alley and disappeared into the darkness.

....that's when I woke up, sweating all over, hyperventilating, and with my heart ready to explode at around 3 am.
Believe me, that is one nightmare I will pay not to have again. Yet, there is something about it that just make me want to remember it. so, this is the result of it. This is Ira.

Ground, buildings, and train: [link]
Jaw and teeth: [link]
Spears on the loco: [link]

Comments appreciated.