Friday, September 9, 2011

Scary Urban Legends

Aren't You Glad You Didn't Turn On The Lights:
Jenny and Michelle are college dorm-mates with very opposite personalities.
 While Jenny is quite the social butterfly, to be found at a variety of social gatherings, Michelle is very studious and serious, and can mostly be found 'at home' - studying.
   With mid-terms fast approaching, Michelle pays the most focused attention in classes, taking excellent notes, while Jenny uses the classtime for flirting with a young man she has her particular sights on. Jenny hardly notices the time pass by in class, knowing that later on, Michelle will share her well written notes and update Jenny on important details before exams.
After this important last-class-before-exams is over, Jenny tries to coax Michelle to join in on a big party that her latest male interest has invited them both to attend. Michelle, of course, turns down the invitation, in order to return to her dorm room for studying. Jenny departs for the party, believing she will have time during the next morning to cram quickly for exams and check on Michelle's notes.
A social-oriented person but still not ridiculously negligent concerning studies, Jenny leaves the party at a reasonable hour, after having a really exciting time. She believes that tho' the hour is late, she can still fit in an hour or so of study with Michelle who should be up a little later than normal on the night before midterm exams. In any case, it would still be early enough to grab Michelle's notes and go over them, even if Michelle would be turning in soon for the night.
By the time Jenny arrived back at their room, around 2am, the lights were out, the room completely dark, so Jenny re-thinks the decision to get Michelle's notes and study during the night. She figures that, with a decent rest overnight, she'll catch up with the notes and with Michelle in the morning by being able to wake up a little earlier to boot. She promptly heads to bed, herself, changing into her pajamas in the dark and slipping her headphones on so as to avoid disturbing Michelle's sleep.
In the morning, newly refreshed from a reasonable night's rest, Jenny peers across the very poorly lit dorm-room to Michelle's side, calling softly for Michelle to wake up or at least point her in the direction of the notes from last class. Jenny dresses quickly and, gaining no response from Michelle, goes to her bedside to gently rouse her and get the study notes.
At first, with a gentle prodding, Jenny gains no response from Michelle, who is laying on her front, so she grabs her more roughly, pulling at her shoulder to shake her. With still no response, Jenny gives a couple of quick, hard tugs, and rolls Michelle over to wake her up.
Then Jenny can plainly see, even in a room barely touched by the morning sun, the reason why Michelle isn't responding:
She's dead...
And covered with blood - with a look of terror frozen onto her face!
Jenny freaks out and hits the lights - to reveal a bloody mess all over Michelle's side of the dorm room. Blood on her blankets, blood on her books, etc. As Jenny sinks to her knees in horror, she tips her head upward so she can stop looking at Michelle and all the blood.
Written on the wall above Michelle's bed, in Michelle's blood:




"Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?"







         The Dead Boyfriend:
During the late evening hours, a young couple parks at an out-of-town or otherwise very secluded lovers' lane, to do what teen couples like to do in private. A location in a wooded area is selected so that the trees can afford the best assurance of privacy. They manage to park near a nice, big tree with grand leaves branching out overhead, making their park location seem all the more secluded and cozy.
After making out for a time, the couple realize that it is time to head home but the car won't start. The boy checks the gas gauge and notes that the indicator needle is quite decidedly toward the low end of the scale, so he determines that he will have to go for a walk and get some gas. Since his girlfriend is either too feminine and frail or too scared to accompany him, she is told to stay in the locked car until he returns with fuel.
The girlfriend waits quite some time, all the while, calculating how long it should take for her boyfriend to retrieve some gasoline at a nearby gas station they passed on their way to their make-out spot. At around the time she begins to worry, thinking that too much time has passed and that her boyfriend surely shouldn't be taking so long to return, she hears a light but strange tap-scratch-tapping sound on the roof of the car. She peers out the windows but still doesn't see her boyfriend returning, and assumes that the annoying tapping sound must be some tree branches blown to tap and scrape against the roof of the car. A lot of time has passed since her boyfriend departed and she's starting to get quite frightened that something bad has happened to him.
As her worry heightens, she spends a very fretful, fitful time in the locked car, wondering what troubles her boyfriend might have encountered to keep him from returning with gasoline within an hour or two. Finally, her exhausted nerves wear her down, along with the annoying noise of the branches playing across the rooftop, and she falls asleep for a little while. As daybreak is dawning, she starts awake, hearing footsteps approach the car, and expects it is her boyfriend, finally back with the gas! She looks up, shocked to see the local sheriff, instead. He is walking toward the car, is motioning for her to step out of the car. He also warns, very distinctly, "Get out, come with me and do not look back at the car - I repeat - do not look back at the car."
She opens the car door and allows the sheriff to lead her away from the car and toward his own, however, once she is seated in the sheriff's car, she immediately turns her head to look back...
and sees
...her boyfriend, dead, hanging upside down directly over the roof of the car, suspended from the branch of a tree. His throat is slit, blood dripping, and his fingertips just barely touch the roof of the car.


                        
    Skinned Tom:
Tom was young and attractive. He liked the ladies and the ladies liked him, too. He dated a lot, and once he'd dated the best picks from his own hometown, he 'went looking' in the next best place - the next town. He didn't have to look long, and began dating a sweetheart, though she had a secret she should have told Tom.
She was already married.
To and fro, back and forth from town to town he went almost daily, carrying on a heated romance with his newest sweetheart. It wasn't long, however, until the woman's husband chanced upon some small town gossip and learned what everyone else seemed to know well ahead of him - that his wife was being bedded by a young attractive Tom from out of town.
The husband wasted no time in enacting a plan to catch up with Tom. At the soonest opportunity, he told his wife that his job would place him out of town for the weekend. Nothing seemed amiss and his wife accepted his notification without question. The husband departed from the house on Friday, parked his vehicle elsewhere and doubled back on foot to hide in the woods behind the house for a while until evening.
Sure enough, early in the evening, Tom showed up, picked up his sweetheart to take her out to a Lovers Lane and do what lovers do. Just as things were warmed up, with Tom and sweetheart hot and heavy for each other in Tom's car, the car door was wrenched violently open!
Tom found himself face to face with a huge, terribly angry, knife-weilding fellow!
"Ohno - It's my husband!" Tom's sweetheart cried.
"That's right, you cheating *%$*!!!" her husband yelled, "And I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget, too!" He pulled her off Tom, clear of the car, and rammed the blade of his hunting knife into her stomach, then flung her aside.
Sneering like a madman, the husband turned back to Tom, who blurted "No - don't hurt me - I swear I didn't know she was married!"
This revelation didn't pull any effect whatsover on the madman husband, and he dragged Tom from the car and skinned him alive with the hunting knife.
Immediately afterward, the husband left Tom for dead, drove himself to the authorities and turned himself in.
Only by a miracle, once the police arrived at the crime scene, they found that the wife was seriously wounded but still alive. Police searched the area diligently but Tom was nowhere to be found near or at the crime scene.
Tom was never found, period.
Some say Tom lives in the woods around Lovers Lane, hiding his disfigurements where his once handsome features stood out. He still carries the hunting knife - the very one used by the angry, revenge-exacting husband, which took the skin off of Tom. Some say he uses that knife to teach others the same lesson he learned on the day he was skinned. 


                    
             The Fatal Hairdo:
Years ago, when the beehive hairstyle was all the rage, a female teen got tired of spending hours for the creation and upkeep of the latest beehive 'do.' Instead of ratting and teasing her hair endlessly then applying the appropriate and expensive hair products of the time in order to make her beehive behave as it should, she found a quicker, longer-lasting way to make the 'hive' harden and thus be fashionable.
What the teen started doing on a regular basis was to wash her hair in an application of inexpensively mixed sugar-water, then allowed the sugar water to dry and harden in exactly the style she wanted. She then had to sleep with a towel wrapped a certain way about her hair and she also slept on a specially sized half pillow overnight to ensure that her locks were undisturbed.
Ah but the towel and pillow were just minor inconveniences in order to attain the elaborate beehive hairstyle the teen wanted each day.
One morning, however, her mother missed her at the breakfast table, and so went to the teen's room to rouse her for the morning meal.
What the mother found was horrendous.
Her daughter was dead right in her bed, her hair and face covered with bugs.
It is unclear whether the bugs smothered her as she slept or stung her to death in the night, but on thing is certain...
When the teen's body was removed from the home and prepared for burial, the coroner had to shave off all her hair and place a wig on the teen because so many bugs were nested in her locks.

                         




      The Hook:
A young couple drives out to a local, out-of-the-way spot for some privacy and to do what young couples like to do in private. The 'boy' selects a location to park the car and this ends up being in quite a desolate location. As soon as the car is in 'park,' the nervous youngster turns on the car radio to ease tension. Some easy-listening music wafts through the air as the couple sits nervously in the car, waiting for one or the other to make a romantic move.
Finally, the couple starts necking, and right as the making out gets a little heated, a news bulletin cuts through the music on the radio. The radio announcer reports that a
psychopathic killer has just escaped from the local state asylum (naturally, the car is parked somewhere in the general vicinity of this local state asylum) and has yet to be apprehended and placed back in officials' hands. A distinguishing feature of this escaped psychopathic killer is his HOOKED HAND. He has a hook instead of a hand, and when the young female occupant of the car hears this, she freaks out, asking to be taken straight home.
The boy is not quite ready to end the date and tries to get the young gal to calm down by immediately locking the car doors, telling her that they will be okay. As he tries to get back to the activities they were up to before being interrupted by the news broadcast, his date becomes more insistent on going home, and keeps pushing him away.
Finally, noting that he will get no further romantic action from his date, the boy does as asked, starts the car, and speeds to return his date to her house in a great hurry. With the car barely in park, the girl hops out to go inside but begins screaming right away, standing outside - frozen with fear - just continuing to scream. The boy, quite unnerved, jumps out of the car, runs around to his girlfriend's side to see what on earth is wrong.
Hanging from the passenger side door handle is a hook, dripping with blood.



                    
             Humans Can Lick Too:
A teen girl lived with her father, mother and faithful pooch in a pleasant suburban neighborhood. Feeling that their daughter was finally of age (15) to look after herself while they went out for a few hours of entertainment, the parents left the daughter home alone. They instructed her to lock all the doors after their departure, and left all appropriate emergency phone numbers written down for their daughter to use if necessary.
After the parents left, the teen did some homework then watched some television and had a rather ordinary evening. Later into the evening, however, even though her parents hadn't returned home yet, she faced a small dilemma: appear confident and capable to her parents and just go to bed or else watch and wait up for her parents to arrive back home. Although the teen was a bit nervous about being alone, she didn't want her parents to find this out and, perhaps, not trust her to be on her own again. She decided to go to bed and not wait up for them. After all, she really wasn't TOTALLY alone. Her dog was with her and this was comforting to her.
Off she went to bed, her pooch settling beside the bed, laying on the floor as he usually did each night. Nervous or not, it wasn't long until the teen fell asleep.
The teen stirred from slumber briefly, hearing a noise sort of like a dripping faucet from down the hall. It was slightly annoying but of little concern to the sleepy teen. It probably meant that her parents had returned home and had used the bathroom faucet recently, that's all. She reached a hand down beside her bed and the dog comforted her by licking her hand, so she put any worries about the noise aside and allowed herself to fall back asleep.
Pretty soon, the teen stirred again, hearing the dripping sound some more. Affected by a strain of apprehension, she wondered why her parents hadn't stopped up the faucet yet. She reached down her hand and felt the dog lick her hand again, but really was getting too warm and comfortable under her blankets to think more on the matter. Besides, her pooch was beside her for protection. She went back to sleep.
The teen awakened a third time, still noting a dripping noise nearby. Annoyed this time, she looked across to her alarm clock on the bedside table. The time glowed from the table: 3:30am. She decided to go tighten the faucet herself in order to finally get some uninterrupted sleep. She noted that her dog wasn't beside the bed when she swung her legs down from the bed.
As she walked to the bathroom, the dripping noise sounded more clear, so she was glad she decided to just get up and fix this problem....
...until she turned on the bathroom light to find her way around!
What she saw was horrifying!
There, hung by the shower head was her beloved dog! The dripping noise was the sound of blood droplets dripping from the mutilated animal. She was so overwhelmed that she gagged instead of screaming. She turned to run away but was stopped in her tracks when she glanced at the mirror...
Written in big letters, from the dog's blood:
Humans Can Lick Too

                  
                   

          Human Organ Harvesting:
                      
In 1996, Las Vegas police reported a series of crimes, very disturbing in nature. The crimes were all committed along 'the strip.' The first victim in a series of bizarre events was a young Ohio man in town for a sales convention.
After the first long day of sales meetings, the man decided to wind down by going to sit at the bar, where he met an attrative young woman. The two hit it off, finding much in common to talk about for a couple of hours, and they each consumed a few drinks during this time.
At some point in the evening, the man blacked out. When he awakened, he found himself lying in a hotel bathtub. His body was covered in ice and he was shivering. Beside the bathtub, a phone was set within reach, with a note taped to it that said,
"Call 911 immediately or you will die."
The Ohio man did as the note said, and an ambulance arrived to transport him to the closest hospital.
At the hospital, the man was informed that he had undergone major surgery. One of his kidneys had been removed and he was lucky to be alive.
Apparently the Ohio man was the first known victim of a gang whose livelihood was in selling human organs on the black market.
Several similar instances followed afterward, prompting officials to issue a warning for travellers to the city of Las Vegas.
The perpetrators of these organ harvesting crimes have never been apprehended.







                 Bloody Mary:
Who can forget the scary story of Bloody Mary, the evil spirit who will scratch your eyes out when summoned? Most people heard the Bloody Mary legend when they were children, listening to spooky ghost stories around the campfire. The tale is still told at slumber parties, campouts, and late-night bonfire parties.
The legend claims that the evil woman can be summoned by chanting "Bloody Mary" into a mirror anywhere from three to one-hundred times in a darkened room lit only by a candle. (Thirteen seems to be the most popular number of chants, appropriately so.) The bathroom is the most popular setting to test out the legend, but other dark rooms seem applicable.
After the given amount of chants, the spirit will then appear in a mirror to claw your eyes out. Death will follow. Other variations have her driving you insane or pulling you into the mirror, never to be seen again.
Who Bloody Mary really is remains a mystery. While there are many versions of this story, most accounts point to a woman named Mary Worth, who was horribly disfigured in a car crash. Some people still tell of a witch who was burned at the stake and has returned for revenge, or it may be the devil himself who comes for your soul.
The Bloody Mary Legend saw some rising popularity with a variation of the story in the 1992 movie "Candyman" that used the idea for it's plot. When the characters chanted "Candyman" in the mirror 5 times, he would appear and murder them with his hook hand. I found this movie terrifying! Although I can say that as an adult I generally don't have any nightmares from horror movies, this one I remember vividly -- waking up in a cold sweat, and trying not to fall back asleep.
The movie "Urban Legend" was released to theatres in 1998 and borrowed the Bloody Mary myth once again, for one of it's stories. As if that wasn't enough, 2005 brought us "Urban Legends: Bloody Mary," which was released directly to DVD. There's no doubt, the horrific tale will appear again, perhaps in yet another version with a different twist.
While you may think you're safe from mean, old Bloody Mary, think again... Legend has it that if you are near a mirror in total darkness, she can still come for you, regardless of whether or not you're trying to call for her


                                                        
In 1996, Las Vegas police reported a series of crimes, very disturbing in nature. The crimes were all committed along 'the strip.' The first victim in a series of bizarre events was a young Ohio man in town for a sales convention.
After the first long day of sales meetings, the man decided to wind down by going to sit at the bar, where he met an attrative young woman. The two hit it off, finding much in common to talk about for a couple of hours, and they each consumed a few drinks during this time.
At some point in the evening, the man blacked out. When he awakened, he found himself lying in a hotel bathtub. His body was covered in ice and he was shivering. Beside the bathtub, a phone was set within reach, with a note taped to it that said,
"Call 911 immediately or you will die."
The Ohio man did as the note said, and an ambulance arrived to transport him to the closest hospital.
At the hospital, the man was informed that he had undergone major surgery. One of his kidneys had been removed and he was lucky to be alive.
Apparently the Ohio man was the first known victim of a gang whose livelihood was in selling human organs on the black market.
Several similar instances followed afterward, prompting officials to issue a warning for travellers to the city of Las Vegas.
The perpetrators of these organ harvesting crimes have never been apprehended.



            Killer In The Backseat:

Jenny was travelling by car on a foggy night on an unfamiliar route. The roads were slick with intermittent rain and the effects of the fog kept making her sleepy at the wheel. Also, she was running low on gas, without knowing exactly where the next town or gas station was. As her anxiety about the ever draining gas level was becoming quite prominent, she finally decided that, to be safe, she should pull over to the side of the road and nap until morning - rather than run completely out of gas - or worse - fall asleep at the wheel and crash! In the morning, the fog would likely be gone and she might be able to gain her bearings - or else safely flag down another vehicle and ask for directions to the closest gas station.
Just as she started to look for a place to pull over and stop, a gas station sign became visible to Jenny from a little distance up the road, so she pulled in there. Now the gas station looked pretty run-down but an attendant promptly appeared to ask her how much gas she wanted. She told the gas jockey to 'fill it up' but was a little unnerved at his strange behavior. He seemed to be peering into her car quite nosily, and this bothered Jenny a lot. He also stood beside her car for quite a while without bothering to try filling her tank. He just seemed to be nosy about looking into her windows, then told Jenny to "pop the hood" because there seemed "to be some trouble."
With the gas attendant's strange behaviors, Jenny was quite wary of staying at the gas station any longer than necessary. Here she was, alone on a dark and foggy night - now with an oddly behaving man dismissing her request for gas! Not wanting to 'tip the man' as to her fear, Jenny decided to remain calm. She thought it better to play it safe, go inside and get near a phone if the gas attendant wasn't going to promptly pump her gas - and if he was going to keep requesting that she pop the hood - and if he was going to keep attempting to peer into her vehicle in that strange way of his.
She popped the hood, using the action as a distraction - then quickly hopped out of the vehicle as the gas attendant waited at the front of the vehicle for the hood to be released. She walked quickly toward the building, ignoring the attendant's comment that he wanted to "show you something."
The attendant frightened Jenny even further when, quite suddenly, he rushed toward her, away from the popped hood of the vehicle, grabbed her arm, saying very loudly "we'll call you a tow-truck - there's a serious problem with what's under your hood."
Frightened but shocked, Jenny allowed herself to be quickly led into the building, her mind racing as to what she would do to defend herself inside. She could run to the bathroom inside and lock herself in, she supposed, but then, she wasn't thinking very well at this moment.
Once inside, having forced Jenny into the building, the attendant confessed:
"Sorry 'bout the scare, ma'am, but I needed to get you inside without the man in your backseat becoming suspicious!"
After the attendant called authorities, police arrived at the gas station within minutes and removed the man, an escaped serial killer, from Jenny's car. He was arrested without incident.



               They Hurt Her:


Carmen was 17 years old when her parents decided to move to Indiana. Her father had lost his job and the only way he could find new employment was by moving to a new state. The relocation caused a lot of problems for Carmen. She had to leave her friends behind and attend a whole new school in Indiana.
Carmen had a hard time making friends when she changed schools. It was the middle of the school year and most of the students had no interest in befriending the new girl. Initially, she spent many days alone, walking from class to class without speaking to anyone, but she eventually started hanging around with a group of five other girls. Carmen thought these girls were her friends, but it wasn’t long before she discovered that they had been talking about her behind her back and spreading vile rumors.
All of the other students began laughing. But when the teachers looked down the manhole and saw Carmen’s body lying at the bottom in the muck and the poop, the laughter abruptly stopped. Her head was twisted around at an odd angle and her face was covered in blood. Worse still, she wasn’t moving.



There was nothing any of the teachers could do for her. Carmen was dead. When the police arrived and went down into the sewer, they determined that she had broken her neck. Her face had been torn off when she hit the ladder on the way down and her neck snapped when she landed on her head on the concrete at the bottom.
The police hauled Carmen’s body out of the sewer and sent her to the mortuary. Everyone had to stay behind after school while the police questioned all of Carmen’s classmates. The five girls lied to the police, saying they had witnessed Carmen falling down the sewer. The police believed the girls and Carmen Winstead’s death was ruled an accident and the case was closed. Everyone thought that was the last they would hear of Carmen Winstead, but they were wrong.
Months later, Carmen’s classmates began receiving strange e-mails on their MySpaces. The e-mails were titled “They Pushed Her” and claimed that Carmen hadn’t really fallen down the sewer, she had been pushed. The e-mails also warned that the guilty people should own up and take responsibility for their crime. If they didn’t there would be horrible consequences. Most people dismissed the e-mails as a hoax, but others were not so sure.
A few days later, one of the girls who pushed Carmen down the sewer was at home taking a shower, when she heard a strange cackling laugh. It seemed to be coming from the drain. The girl started to freak out and ran out of the bathroom. That night, the girl said goodnight to her mom and went to sleep.
Five hours later, her mom was awoken in the middle of the night, by a loud noise that resounded throughout the house. She ran into her daughter’s room, only to find it empty. There was no trace of the girl. The worried mother called the police and when they arrived, they conducted a search of the area. Eventually, they discovered the girl’s grisly remains.
Her corpse was lying in the sewer, covered in muck and poop. Her neck was broken and her face was missing. It had been completely torn off. One by one, all of the girls who pushed Carmen that day were found dead. They had all been killed in exactly the same way and were all found at exactly the same spot. In the sewer at the bottom of the same uncovered manhole where Carmen had met her doom.
But the killing didn’t stop there. More and more of Carmen’s former classmates were found dead. It seemed that anyone who didn’t believe that Carmen had been pushed, was eventually found down in the sewer with their necks broken and their faces torn off.
They say that Carmen’s ghost is still on the rampage, hunting down anyone who doesn’t believe her story. According to the legend, Carmen will get you, whether it’s from a toilet, a shower, a sink or a drain. When you go to sleep, you’ll wake up in the sewer, in complete darkness, paralyzed, unable to move, hearing cackling laughter all around you. Then, as you scream in horror, Carmen will come and tear your face off.
So be careful who you bully, because you just might find yourself on the receiving end of the curse of Carmen Winstead

When she confronted them, the girls turned on her and began bullying her every day, making her life a misery. They started out calling her names, but then the bullying got much worse. One day, she left her school books in the classroom at break time. When she returned, she found someone had taken a sharpie and written dirty words all over her books. Another day, she opened her bag and discovered someone had poured yoghurt all over the insides. Sometimes, she would come to school and find her locker had been vandalized. The final straw came when she put on her coat at recess and found that someone had stuffed dog poop in her pockets.
There and then, Carmen decided that she couldn’t take the bullying any longer. She planned to stay behind, that evening, after school, and tell her teacher what had been happening. Unfortunately, her decision came too late to save her life.
After lunch, her teacher announced that the school was holding a fire drill. When the alarm sounded, Carmen and the other students filed out of the classroom and assembled in the yard outside. As the teachers read out the roll call, the gang of five girls decided that this was a great opportunity to embarrass Carmen in front of the whole school during the fire drill. They moved over to where Carmen was standing, near a sewer drain, and began crowding the poor girl, getting in her face and nudging her towards the open manhole.
They pushed her and she tripped over and fell head-first down the manhole. When they saw her falling, the girls started giggling and when Carmen’s name was called out, they shouted “She’s down in the sewer!”



           The Babysitter story:
A married couple were going out for the evening and called in a teenage babysitter to take care of their three children. When she arrived they told her they probably wouldn't be back until late, and that the kids were already asleep so she needn't disturb them.
The babysitter starts doing her homework while awaiting a call from her boyfriend. After awhile the phone rings. She answers it, but hears no one on the other end — just silence, then whoever it is hangs up. After a few more minutes the phone rings again. She answers, and this time there's a man on the line who says, in a chilling voice, "Have you checked the children?"
Click.
At first she thinks it might have been the father calling to check up and he got interrupted, so she decides to ignore it. She goes back to her homework, then the phone rings again. "Have you checked the children?" says the creepy voice on the other end.
"Mr. Murphy?" she asks, but the caller hangs up again.
She decides to phone the restaurant where the parents said they'd be dining, but when she asks for Mr. Murphy she is told that he and his wife had left the restaurant 45 minutes earlier. So she calls the police and reports that a stranger has been calling her and hanging up. "Has he threatened you?" the dispatcher asks. No, she says. "Well, there's nothing we can really do about it. You could try reporting the prank caller to the phone company."
A few minutes go by and she gets another call. "Why haven't you checked the children?" the voice says.
"Who is this?" she asks, but he hangs up again. She dials 911 again and says, "I'm scared. I know he's out there, he's watching me."
"Have you seen him?" the dispatcher asks. She says no. "Well, there isn't much we can do about it," the dispatcher says. The babysitter goes into panic mode and pleads with him to help her. "Now, now, it'll be okay," he says. "Give me your number and street address, and if you can keep this guy on the phone for at least a minute we'll try to trace the call. What was your name again?"
"Linda."
"Okay, Linda, if he calls back we'll do our best to trace the call, but just keep calm. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes," she says, and hangs up.
She decides to turn the lights down so she can see if anyone's outside, and that's when she gets another call. "It's me," the familiar voice says. "Why did you turn the lights down?"
"Can you see me?" she asks, panicking.
"Yes," he says after a long pause.
"Look, you've scared me," she says. "I'm shaking. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted?"
"No."
"Then what do you want?" she asks.
Another long pause.
"Your blood. All over me."
She slams the phone down, terrified. Almost immediately it rings again.
"Leave me alone!" she screams, but it's the dispatcher calling back. His voice is urgent.
"Linda, we've traced that call. It's coming from another room inside the house. Get out of there! Now!!!"
She tears to the front door, attempting to unlock it and dash outside, only to find the chain at the top still latched. In the time it takes her to unhook it she sees a door open at the top of the stairs. Light streams from the children's bedroom, revealing the profile of a man standing just inside.
She finally gets the door open and bursts outside, only to find a cop standing on the doorstep with his gun drawn. At this point she's safe, of course, but when they capture the intruder and drag him downstairs in handcuffs, she sees he is covered in blood. Come to find out, all three children have all been murdered.



       The Bright Headlights Warning:
This urban legend takes place after a school dance, like Homecoming or Prom. It's late at night and the girl gets in her car and starts to drive home. A guy pulls out right behind her and begins to follow.
She doesn't think anything of it until she pulls onto a slightly deserted road and he is still behind her. Every so often, the guy flashes his bright headlights, so she begins to be scared.
She turns onto an old dirt road (the one she lives on) and starts panicking because he has pulled onto the road right behind her. He still flashes his brights from time to time, still following.
She pulls into her drive and jumps out of the car and runs to the house. She yells "Dad, call the police!" This guy followed me home all the way from the school!
Before they get a chance to call the police the guy says, "I saw a guy get into your car before you got in and so I followed you home, trying to warn you. I was flashing my brights because every so often he would reach up with a knife and try to stab you!"


            The Doppelganger:
Legend has it that if you come face to face with your doppelganger, it's an omen or warning of death, for both you and your twin. Because of this, if you see a replica of yourself, run for your life. If you keep seeing your doppelganger, chances are that your days are numbered, because you'll soon see your demise.
There are many stories regarding encounters with doppelgangers, none of them pleasant. Often, a person does not actually see their own doppelganger, but someone else does. Can you be two places at once? No, but it's a very strange feeling when someone who knows you very well insists that they saw you just thirty minutes ago, and you were nowhere in the vicinity. Imagine this happening time and time again and you'll soon go insane.
Hence, the myth that a doppelganger will precede the arrival of the real person. Many stories explaining their experiences with these apparitions have this in common. Perhaps he's one step ahead of you?
Alex sent in a compelling story last year, just before Halloween. He describes some unsettling incidences, but had no idea what the cause was. The story was published with the title of The Cemetery Mimic. Lauryl writes in a few weeks later, stating that she believes this story depicts repeated encounters with a doppelganger.
So are there really doppelgangers or is it just a creepy urban legend? You're not likely to believe it if you've never had an experience with one. Whether Alex really has one is just speculation and how the story is interpreted. The story rings true, but Alex is probably not in any danger as there's no solid proof of doppelgangers or of someone meeting their demise after seeing their own. Regardless, the legend lives on.


                              Sara Jane Road:
As the story goes, the old highway here in Southeast Texas which is called Sara Jane Road by local residents, is haunted by the ghost of Sara Jane and her baby. Legend has it that in Civil War times Sara Jane's husband was fighting in the war and it was just herself and her newborn that lived in a house out in the woods on this highway along the Neches River.
Word got to her that Union soldiers were on their way to her house, so she placed her baby in a wicker basket and set the basket under the wooden bridge that was near her house. She then returned to the house and hung herself from a tree out front.
If you stand on the bridge at midnight you can see a light flickering out in the woods that looks like a light of an old lantern and you can hear Sara Jane's moans & hollers, as she is looking for her baby that she left under the bridge. Some people say that on certain nights like Halloween or Friday the 13th you can actually see the ghost of Sara Jane wandering the woods with her lantern in search of her baby.

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  1. ya um this page scares the hell out of me...lol but good job on it.bobbie

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