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This is an idea for an Urban Legend I had, I hope you guys dig it.
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Oh, Lucas McCreevy was about 5ft 9,
Not too much different than you or I.
He loved to play jokes - some too old, some too dry
But Lucas McCreevy oft went awry.
One day his eye glimpsed a man at the park
"Ah, Yes" thought Lucas McCreevy "What an excellent mark"
He snaked through the bushes with a prop in his hand, and throwing himself down screamed as loud as he can.
The man gave a chuckle as Lucas subside
And offered him up with a long winded sigh.
"How did you know?" the confused prankster 'fessed,
"I knew" creased the man "because I did it best."
"I'm the master of jokes, tomfoolery galore. If you like playing pranks boy, I've got some more.
This one I've been saving and have yet to test, but if YOU were to do it, you'd surely be best"
Lucas McCreevy, curious to hear
Thought for a moment then lent him an ear.
The breath of the stranger was sharp and it stung, as he filled young McCreevy with the greatest, "The One".
As more months went by, a rumor emerged
Of a man who was seen to be hunched and obscured.
His bones twisted and cracked, and they popped as he stepped,
And the hair on his head stood on end when he wept.
Nobody believed this strange tale that was spun,
But curious minds made the rumor much fun.
The locals reported "the creature will come
If you stand very still by Lake Hinckly at 'one.
After 5 minutes, you'll hear a faint knock
Not on a door, but that old Hinckly rock.
A second will come, then a third closely by,
This isn't a ruse or the trick of your eye.
Your breathing will cease and your legs will give way when you hear the cripple emerge on this day.
You've only got a few seconds to spare
Before the weeping begins and you're locked to his stare."
The interest grew within town, it was fun
and then people kept coming to Hinckly at 'one.
After a month and a day had gone by,
Lucas McCreevy felt ready to die.
How could he keep up this constant charade?
This wasn't a prank, it became a parade!
So Lucas McCreevy, with all of his wits,
made one last appearance and then called it quits.
But to his surprise, his work was not done
As his limbs had contorted and curiously spun.
What could he do? He soon failed to think
as his mind churned like butter down an old kitchen sink.
The pain was unbearable as his muscles gave way,
And coiled like snakes through his twisted domain.
Now every night, not for laughter or fun,
A creature emerges, the greatest, "The One"
-Joe Jett
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