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There is a state road that goes out of town where I live -- SR 25. Also known as Devil's Backbone (it's dangerously curvy and wooded; many wrecks out there). Supposedly there was a milkman delivering mlk on that road and he got plowed over by a truck barrelling down the other side, I guess it killed him on impact. So it goes that if you are out on Devil's Backbone at the stroke of midnight, you can hear the glass milk jars rattling and see him pacing the street. Supposedly he won't bother you unless you're in a truck, then he tries to make you wreck. Who knows...I had a friend that lived out there and I used to be out at all hours...Never saw him.
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