According to some old story, a young schoolgirl was cut in half by an oncoming train after she had fallen in the tracks. Now she wanders around with a scythe, “dropping in” on unsuspecting victims and cuts them in half so that she’s not alone.
There’s a version of this story that I heard a long time ago:
There was this boy who was walking home alone, it was getting dark, and he was in an unfamiliar part of the town, so he started to pick up his pace. He walked for some time, all the while the sun setting and his surroundings becoming darker and darker. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a face, smiling at him from a window. Her elbows were on the windowsill, her hands on her cheeks. “Are you lost?” she asked. Thinking she was going to help him out, he walked closer to the woman. She suddenly jumped from the windowsill, revealing her disfigurement. Her legs and her torso were missing. Before the boy could scream, she cut him in two, just like her.
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