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=Rumors= It wasn't until 1955, long after Karstner had been buried in an unremarkable grave in South Dakota, that the stories started coming out. Men who had worked for him as teenagers in the early '40s were losing their hair and teeth. Ranchers downwind of the company property reported that animals had been giving birth to twisted wrecks for a decade, but nobody ever listened to their complaints. Wives of Karstner employees, both permanent office workers and temporary soil-turners, said, and local records backed up, that they almost always gave birth to girls. What's more, their children were more likely to have mental and physical problems than other people's children. Known locally as "Karstner Kids", few of them achieved much in life, and tended to bankrupt their families with medical bills. One man is known to have killed his own Karstner kid daughter, then gone looking for Karstner's own grave, but was caught by sheriff's deputies before he could carry out whatever he was planning. Then there was the old Karstner production facility, which nobody wanted. The state wouldn't come by and knock it down because, they claimed, it was an environmental hazard - whether or not that was true, and it probably was, locals said the state was just being cheap, which was also probably true. The building is still there and more than one parent is known to have bruised a child's backside for trying to go exploring in it - back in the '80s a lot of barbed-wire fences and intimidating signs were posted around the perimeter, warning of all the different cancers you could get as a result of going in. Consequently, some children and teenagers like to convince other, more gullible children that there's a monster living in the old chemical plant, or a horde of zombified Karstner field workers, and that all they're waiting for is the rusty chains on the doors to finally fall apart before It or They burst out.
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