Urban Legends./Spooky Stories - Got any?
An Urban Legend is a short tale that is told and retold as true, although it usually has little or no basis in reality or can't be confirmed one way or another.
We could start with the true story of the DDC and how Mary ended up at the ritual
Hmm.... Nah!...
A group of young girls were having a slumber party one night and began to exchange ghost stories. One girl claimed that the old man who had been buried earlier that week in the graveyard down the street had been buried alive. She claimed that if you tried you could hear him scratching at the lid of his coffin still. The other girls called her bluff and told her she was afraid to go there tonight. She eventually accepted their challenge and took a stake with her to drive in the ground to prove she'd been there. She headed off to the gravesite right away and never returned, the others assumed she had "chickened out" and went home ashamed.
The next morning as they passed the graveyard they saw her there at the old man's grave. She had accidentally staked her nightshirt to the ground and died of fright.
OOOooooooo!
Got any urban legends from your part of the world??
We could start with the true story of the DDC and how Mary ended up at the ritual
Hmm.... Nah!...
A group of young girls were having a slumber party one night and began to exchange ghost stories. One girl claimed that the old man who had been buried earlier that week in the graveyard down the street had been buried alive. She claimed that if you tried you could hear him scratching at the lid of his coffin still. The other girls called her bluff and told her she was afraid to go there tonight. She eventually accepted their challenge and took a stake with her to drive in the ground to prove she'd been there. She headed off to the gravesite right away and never returned, the others assumed she had "chickened out" and went home ashamed.
The next morning as they passed the graveyard they saw her there at the old man's grave. She had accidentally staked her nightshirt to the ground and died of fright.
OOOooooooo!
Got any urban legends from your part of the world??
Here's a really scary true story that happened in Bahawalpur. A man murdered his mother. AT her funeral he wouldn't come, but hisfriends forced him to. When he came within range, the dead body of his mother grabbed his arm and wouldn't let go. Even after he confessed, cried, screamed, everything, she wouldn't let go, and her arm couldn't be cut off or burnt. So he died like that.
How long was he stuck like that before he died?
I don't think it's true.
Remember this is just my opinion.
Remember this is just my opinion.
It might not be true. My friend told me, but how can you trust him?
It isn't true. Next time you see your friend call him a liar.
Ooh, Ooh! I heard, that if you fart -really- loudly on a bus filled with people, everyone'll go to open the windows at once. Assuming its an older bus which has windows.
The things instinct tells you to do are weird.
The things instinct tells you to do are weird.
Well, I don't really know where to start. So many "urban legends" to tell. Maybe Paha Erik (Evil Erik). But sure you've all heard of him already... NOT!!
yes Evil Eric is exactly what I meant with this Skull... tell tell
Who is Evil Erik?
My uncle was a teacher in Papua New Guinea; actually, a fair bit of my families blood fertilizes PNG soil, but that's a story for another day. Many are the stories associated with Ouija boards and their' dangerous powers.
This story is of a group of school-boys who can into the possession of a board. Well, the boys would meet out on the clay mounds in the swamp to play. The Bible-workers in the village told the boys that they would be harmed if they did not destroy the board. one oppressive spring dusk, the villagers heard screams from the clay mounds. they grabbed torches and ran down to the swamp - when they came to the clay mounds one of the big boys was contorting on the ground as if he had been stabbed in the groin. they took him home and gave him water. He slept. The next day, the boy staggered through town like an insane man. The afternoon found him drowned in the swamp. The villagers took the boy, and lowered him into the grave - CLOOF! the cold clay struck his lifeless body. The villagers leapt back in terror, for out of the grave a great black python slithered and away into the dark jungle which time forgot.
I know it sounds corny, but this is apparently a true story.
This story is of a group of school-boys who can into the possession of a board. Well, the boys would meet out on the clay mounds in the swamp to play. The Bible-workers in the village told the boys that they would be harmed if they did not destroy the board. one oppressive spring dusk, the villagers heard screams from the clay mounds. they grabbed torches and ran down to the swamp - when they came to the clay mounds one of the big boys was contorting on the ground as if he had been stabbed in the groin. they took him home and gave him water. He slept. The next day, the boy staggered through town like an insane man. The afternoon found him drowned in the swamp. The villagers took the boy, and lowered him into the grave - CLOOF! the cold clay struck his lifeless body. The villagers leapt back in terror, for out of the grave a great black python slithered and away into the dark jungle which time forgot.
I know it sounds corny, but this is apparently a true story.
Here's an email that started circulation in 1997. I think it classifies.
BTW: Don't read if you're easily scarred. It is quite sexually-oriented.
Subject: Altoids in a whole new light
"This is an absolutely true story-forward it around to friends who might get a kick out of it.
Had the most interesting conversation with the top sales weasel at our company today. She came into my office and noticed I had a box of Altoids on my desk.
(Have you had them? They are these obnoxiously strong peppermints made in England.) As soon as she saw them, she burst into laughter. Turns out she had recently had an affair with a guy who called her and left her an incredibly steamy voice mail message after an encounter. He went on and on about what a blow job goddess she was, how amazing she was, how he'd never be the same, etc. She was kind of puzzled, thinking: what did I do to this guy that was so different from my regular technique?
She finally figured it out: she's a smoker, and before getting intimate with him, she had gone to the bathroom to "freshen up." Not having a toothbrush, she crunched on about four Altoids and then got busy. Apparently things went amazingly.
So she passed this little tidbit on to another female sales weasel, who immediately tried it out on *her* fiance. Apparently this guy has never, ever been into oral sex, but liked the mint sensation so much that he asked her to stop and chew another Altoid mid-blow job. He is now a fellatio gourmand.
This news has been going around our office. Having a box of Altoids on your desk is now like being part of the Secret Blowjob Goddess Society. It's the equivalent of having the hottest car or coolest computer. News spread like crazy among the females, who all went out at lunch to Walgreens to buy a box of Altoids (about $2 for 100 or so), and their partners across the city tonight are getting one hell of a corporate blow job. As far as company-wide morale boosting events, it doesn't get much better.
Some of the men found out, too -- they went out after work to buy them for their wives. They strategized on how to get their wives to eat them.
And people wonder why I work in technology.
(For what it's worth -- it really does work! It leaves a lasting tingle that is apparently quite exquisite.)"
I think this classifies as an urban legend, right?
BTW: Don't read if you're easily scarred. It is quite sexually-oriented.
Subject: Altoids in a whole new light
"This is an absolutely true story-forward it around to friends who might get a kick out of it.
Had the most interesting conversation with the top sales weasel at our company today. She came into my office and noticed I had a box of Altoids on my desk.
(Have you had them? They are these obnoxiously strong peppermints made in England.) As soon as she saw them, she burst into laughter. Turns out she had recently had an affair with a guy who called her and left her an incredibly steamy voice mail message after an encounter. He went on and on about what a blow job goddess she was, how amazing she was, how he'd never be the same, etc. She was kind of puzzled, thinking: what did I do to this guy that was so different from my regular technique?
She finally figured it out: she's a smoker, and before getting intimate with him, she had gone to the bathroom to "freshen up." Not having a toothbrush, she crunched on about four Altoids and then got busy. Apparently things went amazingly.
So she passed this little tidbit on to another female sales weasel, who immediately tried it out on *her* fiance. Apparently this guy has never, ever been into oral sex, but liked the mint sensation so much that he asked her to stop and chew another Altoid mid-blow job. He is now a fellatio gourmand.
This news has been going around our office. Having a box of Altoids on your desk is now like being part of the Secret Blowjob Goddess Society. It's the equivalent of having the hottest car or coolest computer. News spread like crazy among the females, who all went out at lunch to Walgreens to buy a box of Altoids (about $2 for 100 or so), and their partners across the city tonight are getting one hell of a corporate blow job. As far as company-wide morale boosting events, it doesn't get much better.
Some of the men found out, too -- they went out after work to buy them for their wives. They strategized on how to get their wives to eat them.
And people wonder why I work in technology.
(For what it's worth -- it really does work! It leaves a lasting tingle that is apparently quite exquisite.)"
I think this classifies as an urban legend, right?
Paha Erik was a man who lived near where I used to live, back some hundred years ago, I guess. He lived a few hundred meters from the road, in the middle of a forest, in a small house along with his big, black dog. Some say he was blind so the dog guided him. He travelled from house to another, as an oracle who only predicted bad things to people. I guess predicting bad stuff wasn't so popular amongst oracles back then, cause you'd think they didn't get paid much for that or something. I'm not sure though. Anyway, Erik apparently died in his small house, leaving the dog to live alone, searching for it's old master. It's said that the dog still roams the place as a ghost, looking for Erik.
Now, that story is kinda fifty fifty chance of being true. But there is a thing that happened in my village, that is ABSOLUTELY true. My father even saw it once.
There was this family, whose three sons at some point had some sort of a religious awakening and saw visions of God and Jesus and other religious things. They started rolling in ditches next to the road, talking in some "unknown languages", or were just mumbling something random. My dad saw them do this once, and said that it was really strange and creepy.
So, those are two of other five hundred stories/legends that I know.
Now, that story is kinda fifty fifty chance of being true. But there is a thing that happened in my village, that is ABSOLUTELY true. My father even saw it once.
There was this family, whose three sons at some point had some sort of a religious awakening and saw visions of God and Jesus and other religious things. They started rolling in ditches next to the road, talking in some "unknown languages", or were just mumbling something random. My dad saw them do this once, and said that it was really strange and creepy.
So, those are two of other five hundred stories/legends that I know.
You may have heard about mythical beasts such as the chupacabra of America who come and kill you while sucking your blood in your sleep. Just last week I was reading about their rich history in South America and their habits. Lost people usually wander off at night and simply disappear, never to be seen again.
The night after reading that, I went walking in the woods after dark and spotted a strange looking creature in the distance. Game was their primary foe according to the book, and as I watched the beast it chased after a rabbit which managed to run right past me. The creature lunged at me and pinned me to the ground then growled in my ear, "Read the first word of the first five sentences!" before I passed out with fright.
The night after reading that, I went walking in the woods after dark and spotted a strange looking creature in the distance. Game was their primary foe according to the book, and as I watched the beast it chased after a rabbit which managed to run right past me. The creature lunged at me and pinned me to the ground then growled in my ear, "Read the first word of the first five sentences!" before I passed out with fright.
Very clever, YeOldToast. I didn't realize that you hid 'You just lost the game' within your admittedly crappy story. First of all, the Chupacabra is known as the 'goat-sucker', meaning that it drinks the blood of goats. Second of all, they are a cryptid race, meaning that they are not scientifically proven.
