Pass the Jack
It is said that on St. Patrick’s evening, 1874, an intoxicated man was walking alone. So inebriated was he, that he stumbled over the cliff. His remains were never found; only a bottle of whiskey was located at the site of the accident. It is said that on the evening of every St. Patrick’s Day, the man can be seen drinking a bottle of whiskey.
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DJ says: |
December 7, 2009, 2:33 am |
hahaha this sites a joke you said you watched him die u said that in 2006 when supposebly this dude died in 1874 so your telling me your over 150 years old and you know what some people are in to this stuff like me so i dont really like being lied to
DJ says: |
December 7, 2009, 2:40 am |
ill tell you guys a real story there is a place in natick called south st me and 4 other of my friends went there back in the 1800s it was an orphanage/mental asylum they call it hells gates because there are 8 gates there but if you go through the 8th one far enough in everything looks the same and you will never be seen again i only went 100 ft in and me and 2 of my other friends were mad quiet and we looked to our right and there was a shadow of a little girl there with a ball in her hand and we swear we heard someone say you wanna play with me and we ran out and all the street lights went out and when you go on that st there is a nice white house with only one light on all the time and we went there at 3 am and next to the white house is a really creepy barn and if you go all the way up south st and look to your left theres this big wide open field acres long and thats said to be where the orphange and mental asylum burnt down in the 1800s so thats some real stuff you have any comments for me just leave me some
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Maureen Sullivan says:
August 30, 2009, 7:08 pm
I know a bit about Natick history (although this ghost story’s a new one on me).
At the time of the incident, 1874, the tracks were street level; there would be no “cliff” until the town depressed the tracks 30 feet. There was, however, an elevated walkway tall enough to clear the trains, so our Irish drunk could have met his demise this way.
Strange there’d be only one ghost. In 1888, two people were killed by a train at the North Main Street crossing, about 100 yards from Washington Street.