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For decades, there's been an urban legend that swirled around the woods of Central Staten Island.

Residents would lock their doors at night, check over their shoulders when they went out to start their cars, and told their children to be extra careful while out playing with friends. Because, they said,

there's a monster that lives in those woods. And he has a name, Cropsey. Cropsey wanders

throughout the back alleys and side streets of nearby suburbs, a transient man looking for work.

But wherever he goes, children tend to disappear.

The legend goes that Cropsey lives in the ruins of an old abandoned mental institution.

That's where he lures children too and they're never seen again.

He was once a patient at the asylum, but he was kept

isolated from the outside world for his own protection. Now, the asylum they're referring to,

Willowbrook State School, was a very real institution that was built at a time before modern

advances in medicine and in mental health. patients lived in overcrowded, unfurnished wards with

hardly a single cot to call their own. Sanitation was essentially non-existent. It was a filthy,

hopeless life. The patients that didn't die of disease were left to waste away into little more

than skeletons. Eventually, New York

State shut the asylum down and let the patients go free. But some former residents, like

Cropsey, didn't know what to do with themselves, the legend goes. So unable to ingratiate

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