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The Shoemaker
New Orleans is a city with many stories of voodoo, ghosts, and paranormal activity. Many of these stories are centered around the French Quarter, and the St. Louis Cemetery. However, there are stories of paranormal activity in other areas of our fair city that have never been told.
What I am about to tell you is a true story of the paranormal. The story begins in the uptown area of New Orleans on Pearl Street. In the summer of 1967, two boys were outside playing in the yard. They became bored and decided to venture down the street where there was an abandoned shed. They peered into the window of the old shed and saw a man sitting at a table with a candle, writing with what appeared to be a feathered pen. They knocked on the door and it slowly opened. When they entered the shed, they saw shoes, pieces of leather, and an old sewing machine. They noticed that the man never moved from the table, so who opened the door? Whenever they tried to speak to the man, he would just continue to write and never uttered a word.
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Dawn
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Everyday the boys would go to the shed and visit the man they came to refer to as the shoemaker. They would ask him what he was writing but, he never looked up; he just kept writing. The boys were always quiet and careful not to disturb the man. One day, they heard their grandmother calling for them to come home. When they told the shoemaker that they had to leave, he did not say anything; he just looked up, smiled, and continued to write.
When their grandmother asked them where they had been, they told her that they were in the old shed talking to the shoemaker. She told them that there was nothing in that shed and to stay away from there. The boys insisted that they were visiting with the shoemaker. Their grandmother sent their uncle to see if anyone was in the shed. He came back and said that the door to the shed was locked; he looked through the window and saw nothing but an old metal box with rusted tools, paint cans and other junk strewn about; but there was no table, no candle, and no shoemaker.
