Allison from Texas sent me this local legend that's so popular it even has a street named after it:
My name is Allison. I'm from Texas. There is a story here that is told every year at Halloween. Nobody really knows when it was started but it has plenty of truth to it.
In the pioneer days there was a woman named Sara Jane. She was traveling back to her home town with her new born daughter when she walked into a store only to find that it was being robbed. She raced out the door and the robbers chased her over what is now officially Pure Atlantic Road, but more commonly called Sara Jane Road. Sara wanted to save her child so she threw her into a near by bush, but the infant rolled into the river. The robbers soon caught up with Sara and killed her. Meanwhile the child drowned. Now, Sara Jane haunts the road looking for her baby. Some say that if you stand in the middle of the road at midnight on Halloween and yell "Sara Jane! Sara Jane I have your baby!" you will hear a baby crying and a girl shouting "Where? Where?" I am still a chicken and have refused to try this myself but I have plenty of friends who have and all the stories are the same. First a wind colder than you can ever imagine blows. Then you hear an infant crying. And finally you see a woman running down the road. I once had a teacher who lived on Sara Jane Road and refused to believe this, but I figure this was only because he was a science teacher. He also refused to call the road Sara Jane Road.
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Thanks, Allison, for this great local legend. Next time I'm in Texas I'll have visit Pure Atlan--I mean Sara Jane Road!