The next time you think you’re having a bad day, you may want to think about Screaming Jenny, the pauper who simply wanted to enjoy some soup by a roaring fire. Life wasn’t too kind for Jenny, her shack along an old railroad being the only real thing she had to cling to. It was a cold evening in autumn in West Virginia and Jenny was trying to warm up in her tiny shack with a fire and a bowl of broth. The poor lass was enjoying her evening as much she could, unaware that an ember from the fire had caught her skirt until it seared through the material and started to burn her flesh. Jenny’s knee-jerk reaction was to extinguish the flame with her broth, but it did nothing to quell the flames, and before she knew it, Jenny was slowly being engulfed in flames. In a panic, the poor lass ran to the nearest railroad station, screaming for help in hopes that someone would rush to her aid. Her frantic state brought her to rush to the tracks and all she was met with was an on-coming train that couldn’t stop in time. Completely engulfed in flames, as the pain coursed through her, Jenny’s misery ended when the train slammed into her. Jenny’s body still burned, even after her death; but the station crew and engineer at least gave her a proper burial. Legend has it, trains that careen around the corner are met with the flaming ghost of Jenny, who is still looking for someone to put her out.