Chariot



A nightly hitchhiker on Lincoln Road is likely to see an elderly couple ride past in a chariot. Should the hitchhiker request a ride, the couple will happily provide him with one. The ride will be long and dark, and the hitchhiker will inevitably fall asleep along the way.

No one in the surrounding towns has owned a chariot in over a century.

There is a canyon slightly west of Lincoln Road that smells of feces and decaying meat. Every night, the smell grows stronger, and some folks say they can hear the faint echo of clattering and creaking, like a wooden contraption being dragged along.