u/ThatJeffGuy82

"My post about a near-accident at Martin's Corner (Rogue River, OR) was banned by mods, but I know what I saw.

Not mods in this subreddit, but my local one..

When I first moved here about a year ago, I noticed a large amount of car accidents on my road, and when I reached out to the locals about it I got the typical "people drive too fast/slow" or "no one knows how to drive at night/in certain weather"... Then one night as I was coming home late at night I saw what I thought was someone suddenly crossing the road, so I showed down and as I did I saw that it wasn't a person, just legs... So I looked into it and found the following:

In the winter of 1924, a logger named Silas Vance was working a timber camp deep up East Evans Creek. During a sudden freeze, a massive logjam formed. Silas was sent down into the rocky creek bed with dynamite to clear it. The fuse burned too fast. The blast and the resulting wall of water and crushed timber tore him apart. His upper body was recovered and buried in the valley, but his lower half—pinned beneath a multi-ton Douglas fir—was swept away by the roaring creek and never found.Because his legs were never buried with the rest of him, they are stuck in a looping, phantom sprint, trying to outrun the water and wood that claimed them. He only appears on East Evans Creek Road on foggy nights when the creek is running high. He doesn't just walk; if you slow down to look at him, he matches your speed. If you stop your car entirely, he will sprint directly at your door.

They call the phenomenon "Ol' Legs"

Not mods in this subreddit, but my local one..

When I first moved here about a year ago, I noticed a large amount of car accidents on my road, and when I reached out to the locals about it I got the typical "people drive too fast/slow" or "no one knows how to drive at night/in certain weather"... Then one night as I was coming home late at night I saw what I thought was someone suddenly crossing the road, so I showed down and as I did I saw that it wasn't a person, just legs... So I looked into it and found the following:

In the winter of 1924, a logger named Silas Vance was working a timber camp deep up East Evans Creek. During a sudden freeze, a massive logjam formed. Silas was sent down into the rocky creek bed with dynamite to clear it. The fuse burned too fast. The blast and the resulting wall of water and crushed timber tore him apart. His upper body was recovered and buried in the valley, but his lower half—pinned beneath a multi-ton Douglas fir—was swept away by the roaring creek and never found.Because his legs were never buried with the rest of him, they are stuck in a looping, phantom sprint, trying to outrun the water and wood that claimed them. He only appears on East Evans Creek Road on foggy nights when the creek is running high. He doesn't just walk; if you slow down to look at him, he matches your speed. If you stop your car entirely, he will sprint directly at your door.

They call the phenomenon "Ol' Legs"