In my hometown of Vermilion, Ohio, there was an orphanage in the 1800's donated by a family with the last name of Gore (like Al Gore). It was called Gore Orphanage. Well, it burned down one night and many of the children we left inside. (True story). The road it was on, which is now called Gore Orphanage Road, ends down in a valley by a bridge that has been closed making it a dead end. At night, you could drive down by where this orphanage was, roll down the window of the car, and hear the children crying and a solitary heartbeat.
Turns out, the crying is the noise of the river and the wind through the trees in this area, and the heartbeat is the sound of cars going over a bridge on the turnpike about a mile away. The canyon the river made in that area carries the sound really well.
2006-10-08
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