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This is a story my parents told me, they were kids at the time, living at the intersection of the road and the railroad (they were the post office, aka a big fuckin deal).
>>In the back fucking woods , someone's daughter on a dare from her friends, stuck her tongue out at a passing railway worker.
>>Later that night, that railway worker shows up at her house asking to see her, knowing that her father is away
>>Mother is not having none of that, explaining he'll have to come home tomarrow when her father is in
>>Railway worker shoots mother, presuming her dead goes up to do unspeakable things to the daughter.
>>Mother gets up and runs to post office (which is probably the better part of two miles). Wailing and bloody and needing help.
>>Race back to backwood shack with possey (the possey included my grandfather and great uncle, aka my grandmothers brother).
>>Damage is already done. Mother races back with them, when she recrosses the threshold of her house again, drops dead. The posse find's her brains on the wall from where she was originally shot in the forhead with a shotgun
>>daughter dead, obviously misdeads done.
>>Rapist/Murder hangs himself a week later.
>>Great Uncle says he stills sees the mother occassionally along the road or the railway tracks.
>>Is polite but won't speak to her. Just passes her by nodding and not saying anything , gets same treatment in turn.
