Here is a tip, for those of you who are not born and raised in New Jersey; If you are in New Jersey, and someone tells you a story, take it with a grain of salt. Jersey people tend to eat-up gossip like Swedish Fish. They will also embellish parts of the story where they do not have all the facts. Very rarely will people sacrifice a good rumor, for the sake of the truth.
The ghost on the boardwalk supposedly exists in several different beach towns. The legend is, the guy was a local. Mostly, locals tend to get along with each other, saving all their animus for those awful New Yorkers or clueless Pennsylvania drivers.
This guy apparently was a drunk, whose behavior deteriorated most nights into loud, clumsy strolls down the boardwalk. He was not the type of person you would want to run into, and routinely harassed young couples, who were trying to take a romantic walk.
Apparently, this guy was found dead on the dunes one morning. At first, the police thought he was drunk and passed out. When they turned the body over, they saw that the guy must have stumbled off the boardwalk, landing face first on one of those metal “No Walking on the Dunes” signs. Ouch.
So keep an eye out. He only appears late at night on the boardwalk. Keep your distance though, apparently he is still a pain in the ass.