This is the site of the once industrious "Cataract Coffin Factory". Story has it, proprietor Abraham Mortimer dedicated every waking hour to surveying the progress of his domain.

At night he was tormented by young hooligans who taunted the eccentric old man. Abraham would chase the riff-raff from their pranks and dares. They always laughed at his threats. until one fateful night....

Abraham confronted a rowdy group of thrill-seekers. In the ensuing struggle, a stack of solid oak coffins overturned, and Abraham was crushed to death! The guilty ran off and were never apprehended for their part in the gruesome murder.

Soon after the funeral, Abraham Mortimer's coffin was found unearthed and empty!
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To this day it is said, he walks the halls for revenge on those who dare trespass on his beloved and now abandoned factory.
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