Fnord wrote:
I miss Hallowe'en. My kids are grown up, I am about to retire, and no one believes the old legends anymore.
In my hometown, a legend has it that on October 31, 1927, a group of 13 miners were killed in a cave-in somewhere along the river. Supposedly, if you hid yourself along the riverbank on Hallowe'en, the 13 miners would emerge from the ground at midnight (the end of their shift) and try to make their way home, with their headlamps glowing a sickly green and their flesh hanging from their bones.
Of course, it was great fun for us (as kids) to dare each other to sit by the riverbank and wait for the miners to appear. It was even more fun to dress up as a zombie miner and scare the other kids along the riverbank, too!
That sounds like Charles Dickens' short story "The Signal-Man" (1866).
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