There's an old legend here in my town.

We don't have a lot of people now, since most of the younger folk decided to go into

the city to get office or factory jobs.

Besides, the fishing seasons aren't what they used to be.

I'm one of those stubborn old women who, like some of my dying friends, would rather

stay here at home, then go off into somewhere where people run around honking at each other.

Anyway, the story goes that the smell of rotting fish follows certain places or people.

And if it catches you, it's a sure sign that you're going to die.

Obviously, a fisherman comes by with this fishing net, tengles you up in it, and then kills

you.

The story is about an old fisherman that went out to the bay back in the 60s.

And he never came back, you see.

Well, didn't come back alive.

His body washed up many kilometers north of here, and was found tangled in his fishing

net.

He real sad story that one.

Some say that he was killed on purpose.

He himself had gotten involved with some bad apples.

Nobody really knows for sure though.

One of my neighbors, Beth, from down the street, was found dead with a broken neck after

falling down the staircase.

She had gotten her feet tangled up on the phone cord.

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