For what seemed like an nity mc kenstry and i stood there gaping at the headless thing like two wooden indians. The blue light remained motionless for a few seconds, as if it were actually looking us over, then floated off toward the east end of the shaft and vanished into thin air. I am, above all a realist, nor am i prone to repeating gossip and wild tales that defy a reasonable explanation. However, in all truth, i cannot deny what james mc kinstrey and i witnessed with our own eyes. The hussock tunnel played host to countless other smooky stories in the years that followed. In 18 74, a local hunter named frank webster simply vanished. And when he finally stumbled up the banks of deerfield river three days later, he was found by a search party without his rifle and appearing to have been beaten bloody. He claimed he'd been ordered into the tunnel by voices and lights, and once he was inside, he saw ghostly figures that floated and wandered about in the dark. Experience ended when something unseen reached out, took his rifle from him and clubbed him with it. He had no memory of walking out of the tunnel. In 19 36, a railroad employee named james impoco claims that he was warned of danger in the tunnel by mysterious voice, not once, but twice. I'm thinking it was ringo trying to make up for being an idiot. In 19 73, for some unknown and god awful reason, a man decided to walk through the full length of the tunnel. This brilliant man, bernard hastaba, was never seen again.