I love hearing about urban legends from all over, I want to read yours. I have one to share with you too.
Where I grew up there were lots of these lanky, knee-high nocturnal birds called the Brush-Stone Curlew. I quite like them myself but their call can be pretty unnerving. It usually starts with one, that sounds sort of like a crying child, which is freaky enough if you don't know what is making the sound in the dead of night. The single Curlew's call is shortly followed by a loud chorus of others, when I first heard it myself I couldn't help but imagine a group of ghost children crying and screaming just beyond the treeline of my backyard.
I was in primary school and had just moved to the area when I heard about the Curlew man for the first time.
"If you hear a lot of Curlews singing on a Friday night, that means that the Curlew man is coming to take a kid!"
And that was it. No descriptor of what the hell a 'Curlew Man' was or looked like. Only that he apparently took kids?
I don't recall any kids in my area going missing when I attended the school, but if someone didn't show up for school for a couple of days starting a Monday, you bet it was all "Curlew Man gottem!!".