As well you should be. My family's property has been in our hands since 1897. many things have transpired and come to pass since then. Many tales of the land, the sky, as we're here in west texas. Yet, when the sun sets, the place is tranformed into a dark trap of some sort. There is an old bridge (remember this property is on a large stretch of indian burial ground). Occupied by a man who was so hideously deformed, that the sheriff in those days ran him out of town. He took up residence under the dark, lonely bridge. He never hurt anyone supposedly, except for one young girl. He supposedly took her neath the bridge with him, gave her potions, and concoctions, as she grew hideous and gray with him. Legend with maybe some truth. Sorry so long. But, yes, i would be afraid. And watch you legs!
IIN to think a troll is gonna kill me when i walk over a old bridge
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As well you should be. My family's property has been in our hands since 1897. many things have transpired and come to pass since then. Many tales of the land, the sky, as we're here in west texas. Yet, when the sun sets, the place is tranformed into a dark trap of some sort. There is an old bridge (remember this property is on a large stretch of indian burial ground). Occupied by a man who was so hideously deformed, that the sheriff in those days ran him out of town. He took up residence under the dark, lonely bridge. He never hurt anyone supposedly, except for one young girl. He supposedly took her neath the bridge with him, gave her potions, and concoctions, as she grew hideous and gray with him. Legend with maybe some truth. Sorry so long. But, yes, i would be afraid. And watch you legs!