They stand atop the wall just after sunrise.

The fiery glow of the sky around them always seems to make them look dark and featureless,

like shadows trying to be real.

Their figure is a man, but the one beside him is much smaller, a child, perhaps his child.

And then, they jump.

Those who witnessed it never sought coming, one moment the two dark figures are standing

silently in the midst of a tranquil dawn, and the next they're stepping off the edge

of the wall and plummeting to their death below.

Eventually many people have rushed to find them, to help them, to see if they somehow survived.

But every time they do so, they discover the pavement below the wall to be empty.

No man, no child, no twisted wreck of human tragedy.

Nothing.

It's a story that has happened over and over again, putting it into the realm of local

legend, multiple people from long time residents to visitors from out of state have watched

the scene play out over the years, as if it were a real life animated meme that pops

up from time to time.

Every town in America seems to have a legend like this one, that story a parent might whisper

to their child as they drive past the cemetery, the tale that gets pulled out every autumn

by the camp counselor around the fire.

A rumor that's passed from child to child, like the stomach bug after a school picnic,

every place has its stories.

But some stories are more significant than others.

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