The Ragman was supposedly once a doll carried on the cart of a nomadic knife sharpener, who used it as a sort of calling card to differentiate himself from competition while wandering the suburbs in search of foodies with dull cutlery. Although he was apparently quite abrupt with his clientele, he often stopped for the children playing at the edges of the cul-de-sacs and would make them tiny dancing figurines, ground from large metal bolts.
The story goes that, one sunny afternoon, a soccer mom, in a rush to retrieve her child from school, backed into the wandering man and, in her hurry, did not notice her error. As his internal organs bled out, she drove away with only the doll, accidentally caught on her bumper, to point out her mistake.
Now, they say, at night the doll will come dancing to any cookie-cutter household which demonstrates its lack of gratitude to those less privileged. All accounts say that he makes his presence known, as a warning, and if the wrong is not corrected within three evenings of spotting him, one of the family members in the house will die by the following morning.
Purportedly, a child has never been his victim.