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In the dark, when a hushing breeze whispers along the abandoned railroad beds that branch out from Chester to Long Valley, New Jersey, a spectral light can sometimes be seen bobbing along the forgotten lines and spurs that were once the arteries of the booming iron industry of Morris county N.J. The flickering yellow and green glow resembles the light cast from an old lantern and swings genlty from side to side as if being carried along the ghostly tracks by an invisible hand. At times it appears oblivious and tragically alone, as if searching for something that has been lost forever. Other times it seems to breckon, challenging those who dare to follow into the darker shadows of the railroad's past.
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Because once you cross that bridge, my friend, the ghost is through, his power ends. -
The Legend of the Hookerman
Some say it is the ghost of a night watchman on the Bartley/Flanders spur of the railroad who fell into the path of an oncoming train. Knocked unconscious from the spill, he awoke to find that the train had run him over and cut off his left arm. The crew of the train saw what happened and rushed to his side to try and stop the massive bleeding, but he went into shcok and soon died. It is said that his spirit wanders the tracks with a lantern looking in vain for this missing arm.Because once you cross that bridge, my friend, the ghost is through, his power ends. -
The Legend of the Hookerman
:shock: spooky!Beware Beware your in for a scare
The chair is rocking but nobodies there
The owls are mocking the Ghost are stocking
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The Legend of the Hookerman
I thought the story would be about a male prostitute superhero.
But yours was better.Comment
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