We call them the Railroad Kids, poor flattened misshapen things that live somewhere by the docks where the miners used to offload their carts to the canal boats. We know a few of them from an old photo discovered in the library archives, they're child workers who died together in a collapsed tunnel.
The others only look like children, mimicking those poor deceased souls in order to get close to the living. Personally I've not seen what they do when they catch someone but everyone knows someone who's been taken down to the old mine entrance and never come back.
There's plenty of photos and videos of them being led by the Railroad Kids, holding their hands and smiling like they haven't a care in the world. There's been rumblings around the hills too, like the mine is back up and running again.
Maybe they're trying to dig their old bodies out and the pretenders are something else entirely that is slowly being freed. Maybe they're all pretenders and the people they're taking are about to unleash an army of the little monsters on us all.
I hope to be long gone by then but the ground stirs more and more with every passing day.
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