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Higginson Highway in KwaZulu-Natal also known as "Highway Sheila" has an urban legend:-

A woman had a flat tyre waved down passersby who where the unsavory kind, after raping her, slit her throat!

Now whether event happened on the N2 or Higginson Highway this became known as "Highway Sheila" where some have said they saw the woman, offered her a lift she gets into the vehicle then mysteriously disappears.

This story is still told by Chatsworth residents a village not too far from where I live, along the same freeway we use to Durban.

Fact or fiction your decision, or those who have seen her along the road here.

[Source - 154126: N2 Northbound congested before Ramp from Higginson Highway](Photograph https://twitter.com/i_trafficKZN)

All freeways look the same to me, sorry not my photograph!

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"The Riverside Capybaras"

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Long ago, on the shadowy banks of the Paraibuna River in Juiz de Fora, in the Brazilian state of Minas Gerais, there exists a legend that whispers through the dark corners of the city. It is said that the capybaras that inhabit the waterfront are not simple animals, but guardians of a sinister secret.

It is told that on nights of the waxing moon, the capybaras transform into monstrous creatures, with glowing eyes and sharp fangs. On these dark nights, they emerge from the murky waters of the river and roam the deserted streets of the city, searching for unsuspecting souls.

The elders say that those who dare to wander the banks of the Paraibuna during the waxing moon risk encountering these terrifying creatures. Reports speak of missing travelers near the bus terminal, their fates shrouded in mystery, leaving only blurred footprints in the mud along the riverbanks.

Some believe that the monstrous capybaras are the embodiment of the vengeful spirits of the ancient indigenous inhabitants of the region, who were unjustly driven from their lands. Others say they are guardians of a lost treasure at the river's bottom, willing to protect their treasure at any cost.

Regardless of the truth behind the legend, one thing is certain: the capybaras of the Paraibuna River waterfront remain a source of mystery and fear for the city's residents, who avoid the riverbanks during the waxing moon nights, fearing to encounter these shadowy creatures, their sinister legends, and facing the end of their lives.

On a cold, gloomy night, under the flickering light of a streetlamp, one beggar whispered to another a story that seemed to have been woven from the most intricate threads of the imagination. It was a narrative so absurd that it could easily have been dismissed as a lie. But as the days passed, strange events began to unfold, as if the beggar's words carried a strange power of prophecy.

it was said that in the underworld of the sewers, a dark realm forgotten by time, cockroaches had discovered a secret passage to hell itself. A feat that only these resilient creatures could achieve. When the first cockroach entered this forbidden portal, others followed in its wake, discovering a world of darkness and disease that was a torment to humans.

The cockroaches, beings who had always inhabited the shadows, awoke to a consciousness of their own, a consciousness imbued with resentment and bitterness at the way they were treated by humans. hatred grew in their hearts, fueled by injustice and indifference and by the loved ones who had always been trampled underfoot.

Since then, they have silently organized themselves, like a hidden legion plotting in the shadows, to bring deadly and contagious diseases to humans. Diseases like Ebola and the coronavirus were perhaps just some of the weapons they kept in their apocalyptic arsenal.

They will bring pests to humans as they climb into their forgotten food in the sink, travel through their bodies as they sleep and, in this case, make them sick. They will come out of the drains and go through your homes looking for opportunities to leave something bad.

Over time, the beggars who shared this story were never seen again, as if they had been swallowed up by the plot itself. Did the cockroaches, aware that their actions had been discovered, silence those who dared to uncover their secrets?

No one can say for sure, because this story, like the cockroaches who starred in it, continues to move in the shadows.

En cierto lugar del planeta, esta aconteciendo algo increíble, los animales están creciendo mas de lo normal, algunos ya caminan en dos patas, y están tomando el control de toda la ciudad.

Cuentan que los individuos están muy atemorizados por que donde llega uno de ellos se adueñan de las casas convirtiendo a las personas en sus mascotas.

Pero cuidado los peores y mas audaces son los gatos, su apariencia es la de un tigre, mal humorado, se han reproducido muy rápidamente, su tamaño es descomunal, están por todas partes al asecho.

Cualquier humano al ser visto es cazado como rata, y con un zarpazo de sus grandes garras es dividido en partes y echado a sus crías para ser devorados.

Mientras más seres humanos comen se hacen más fuertes.

Ten mucho cuidado que vienen por ti

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There is a very tragic and inappropriate story, which is categorized as an urban legend.

It is said that the freshman class of a certain undergraduate course were in the biology laboratory examining saliva samples under the microscope when at a certain point the professor was called to identify what the small beings were that were moving insistently.

- Sperm! where did you get that?

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