HELLO? ANYBODY THERE?
Annalisa bought a new address book. As she was writing the names from the old book, she noticed her friends name. Linda had died several months ago. She felt silly transferring the name to the new book, but she felt a little strange to just ignore it. She knew she was being a bit morbid, but something was telling her to dial that number. Maybe to know and hear that it didn’t belong to her friend anymore might bring some closure to her. She was having trouble dealing with the grief that was with her almost daily.
Much to her shock, LINDA ANSWERED. Taken aback, she stuttered the beginning of a conversation. In no time, they were talking like the old friends they were. The last several months were especially hard for Annalisa. In addition to losing Linda, her fiancee left her, so she used the opportunity to pour her heart out to Linda. In doing so, the bitterness and hurt she felt lifted from her soul.
Linda asked why Annalisa hadn’t called in so long. "Why hasn’t Bruce Called?" Linda cried. "He promised to always be there for me."
Bruce was the driver of the car that took Linda’s life. He was driving her home after her bridal shower and the shower gifts were packed not only in the trunk but high in the back seat, blocking the back windows. They were to be married in just three short weeks. Bruce was injured in the accident and had been in a deep coma since that day. He knew nothing about Linda’s death.
Annalisa was thrown off guard. How do you answer such a question? Linda continued, "Why haven’t you called all these long months? Why hasn’t Bruce called?" She asked this over and over.
Not knowing what else to say, she gasped "BECAUSE YOU DIED." Annalisa heard no reply. All she heard was the DIAL TONE! Her heart was pounding in her ears, as she hurriedly dialed the number again. "Pizza Hut Pizza" announced the voice on the other end.
*
What’s it Like in Heaven?
A young couple with a little girl moved into a big old house. The girl appeared to be very happy and to love her new home. One night while she was in bed, she made friends with a little boy named Jack.
The girl’s imaginary friend worried her mother and father and they decided to consult a doctor. The psychiatrist examined the girl and said it was normal for her age.
When they got home they were surprised to find the girl’s toys scattered through the house and the TV turned onto a children's station. The house had been left completely in order.
The parents decided to buy a baby monitor and placed it in their daughter’s room. They overheard the following conversation between their daughter and her friend.
Debbie: "What’s it like in heaven Jack?"
Jack: "I don’t want to tell you. Do you want to play instead?"
debbie: "No, I want to know."
Jack: "OK then, but I can’t tell you, I have to show you"
then they heard a creaking noise
Debbie: "Wow, I can see Granny’s house from here!"
Jack: "Yes, now you have to jump. Go on, I’ll help you. That’s what my Daddy did to me, he helped me find heaven. Do you wanna?"
Debbie’s parents rushed outside where they saw their little girl fall screaming to her death. Her jump was caught on camera. The image showed a mysterious little figure behind her in the window, smiling.
*
Thump, Thump, Drag…
It was Friday night and Ashley, a 16 year old girl, was babysitting 2 little boys. The boy’s parents weren’t supposed to come home until very late, so she put them to bed and sat downstairs in the living room to watch some TV. She was flipping channels and came to the evening news. The Anchor-woman reported a warning for her area. She said that a mental patient had escaped from a nearby facility and was on the run from the local authorities. Ashley flipped the channel again to find an old movie she hadn’t seen in a while, but had always enjoyed. By the end of the film, she had forgotten about the news report.
Upstairs one of the boys woke up. He thought he heard a noise coming from the hallway. Thump, thump, draaaag….
The child thought that Ashley must be watching TV, the sound must have been from the program she was watching.
The boy heard the sound again and woke his brother. Together, they listened at the door to the bedroom and the sound kept coming thump, thump, draaaag…thump, thump, drag….
The sound stopped but the boys were still nervous about leaving the safety of their bedroom. They got back into bed and stayed under the covers until their parents got home.
When their parents came in the house they were struck by a gruesome sight. Ashley was laying halfway up the stairs with a trail of blood behind her. Her arms were cut off at the elbows and she’d been climbing the stairs on the bloody stumps of her arms, pulling her badly injured body along to protect the children before she died of blood loss.
Ashley’s attacker was never found!
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Check the Back Seat!
A friend stopped at a pay-at-the-pump gas station to get gas. Once she filled her gas tank and after paying at the pump and starting to leave, the voice of the attendant inside came over the speaker. He told her that something happened with her card and that she needed to come inside to pay. The lady was confused because the transaction showed complete and approved. She relayed that to him and was getting ready to leave but the attendant, once again, urged her to come in to pay or there’d be trouble.
She proceeded to go inside and started arguing with the attendant about his threat. He told her to calm down and listen carefully: He said that while she was pumping gas, a guy slipped into the back seat of her car on the other side and the attendant had already called the police. She became frightened and looked out in time to see her car door open and the guy slip out.
Another Version
A woman was driving on her way home when she noticed a big 18 wheeler truck driving behind her. The truck driver flashed his lights at her. She ignored him, but he continued to flash his lights, distracting her from the road. She decided to drive faster to try to move away from the annoying truck. The driver caught up with her car and flashed his headlights at her again.She called the police on her cell phone and told them what was happening to her. They instructed her to meet them at her house. When she got there she quickly ran out of the car and up to the police officers waiting for her.
Amazingly, the truck stopped in front of her house as well, despite the police cars obviously waiting for him. The officers began to arrest the driver, but he begged them to let him explain. He said that when they were stopped at a rest stop at the same time he saw a man get into the back seat of her car with a huge knife. With no other way to warn her about the man, the driver followed the woman and flashed his lights each time he noticed the man rising up out of the back seat to attack her. The killer ducked back down to avoid being seen.
The police searched the car and arrested the would-be killer instantly.
Another Version
One night a woman went out for drinks with her girlfriends and at the end of the night she left the bar alone. On her way home, her route took her onto a deserted highway. She noticed a lone pair of headlights quickly approaching her car from behind. As the car came closer she noticed that it’s turn signal was on, the car was going to pass.Just as it moved over to begin passing, suddenly the driver swerved back behind her car, pulled up dangerously close to her tailgate and flashed the high beams at her.
She started getting nervous and kept an eye on the strange vehicle in the rear view mirror. The headlights dimmed for a moment and then the high beams flashed again and the car behind her surged forward. The frightened woman struggled to keep her eyes on the road and fought the urge to keep looking at the car behind her. Finally, she approached her exit but the car continued to follow, flashing the high beams periodically.
Through every stoplight and turn, it followed her until she pulled into her driveway. She figured her only hope was to make a mad dash into the house and call the police. As she flew from the car, so did the driver of the car behind her — and he screamed, “Lock the door and call the police! Call 911!”
When the police arrived the horrible truth was finally revealed to the woman. The man in the car had been trying to save her. As he pulled up behind her and his headlights illuminated her car, he saw the silhouette of a man with a butcher knife rising up from the back seat to stab her, so he flashed his high beams and the figure crouched back down.
The moral of the story: Check the back seat!
In Another Version
When she gets to her house she gets out of the car, runs inside and calls the police. She looks out the window and sees the man get out of the vehicle that followed her with a gun in his hand just as the police arrive. The man protests, “Your arresting the wrong guy, I saw a man get into the back seat of her car with a knife and was going to call the police but didn’t want to let her out of my sight.” Sure enough, when the police looked in the back seat of her car, they found a man with a knife.Another Version
A girl was traveling to visit a friend and stopped to get gas. When she attempted to return to her car the gas station attendant who had a strong stutter told her to follow him inside as there was a problem with her credit card.She was suspicious as to why there would be a problem with her card but obliged and went inside. As soon as she walked in, the attendant shut the door behind them and locked it.
The girl started screaming and shouting at him to move out the way. The attendant tried to explain, but his stutter made him difficult to understand. “Th-th-there uh mmm i-i-i-its b-because”
The woman was too scared and too impatient to listen to the attendant. She managed to push him aside and get out of the station, but the attendant was running after her.
She rushed back to her car and got in, slammed the door shut and drove off as the attendant was still trying to get his words out “TH-TH-THERE’S SOMEONE IN THE BACK SEAT!!”
The girl wasn’t listening, but someone rose up behind her in the back seat with an axe and…
Another Version
A young woman is sitting in a coffee house, about ready to leave, when a man approaches her and asks to buy her a cup of coffee. She politely refuses his offer, and tells the man that she’s had enough cups already, and that she’s going to leave. She walks out to her car, and drives away. Following her is the man who was refused on his coffee offer in his truck. She drives along a two-lane stretch of road, and sees the man following her in his truck flashing his lights and honking his horn. The woman is under the assumption that he is angered for her refusal of his offer.After being followed for around 10 minutes with the man following her still flashing the lights and honking, the woman’s car runs out of gas. The man pulls behind her on the side of the road and gets out of the car with a double-barrel shotgun.
He tells her to get out of the car. She doesn’t at first, then he screams at her “GET OUT OF THE CAR LADY”, and she complies.
He then says “Get out of the car.” again. She tells him she’s already out.
He says “Not you, him”. He gestures to the vehicle and she sees a man wielding a butcher’s knife get out of the back of the car, holding his knife up in a surrendering style. The man tells the woman that he was flashing his lights and honking his horn so the man with the knife wouldn’t harm her.
*
The One That Got Away
A boy and his sister had to stay home alone one night. Their parents were out at a fancy party for their father’s job and they warned the children not to open the door for anyone under any circumstances.
The kids were distracted by TV and weren’t paying attention to their parent’s warning. A couple of hours after the parents left, the children were both in bed asleep when they were woken up by a knock at the door.
The knock came again and they began to think it must be an emergency so the sister went to answer the door.
Her brother lay awake on his bed, listening for her to come back to her room – but he didn’t hear her return. He got nervous and decided to leave and wait for his parents to get home at the neighbor’s house. He got out of bed and headed out the back door, down the side of the house and across his neighbor’s lawn.
They told him they were glad to see him because they had just heard on the news that there was an escaped murderer on the loose and he was last seen just a few blocks away.
When his parent’s came home much later that night, they found his sister’s body dead by the front door and a discarded knife on the brother’s bed.
*
Frightened and Fearless
There are two girls; Sandra who is totally fearless and Marie who gets frightened when you tap her on the shoulder.
Though they are very different, they are good friends and Marie has agreed to spend the night at the Sandra’s house for one full weekend. Though Sandra loves to watch horror movies, Marie is too scared to watch them with her so they decide to tell each other ghost stories. Sandra is the expert on any type of frightening story and she really wants to scare Marie. She tells her stories of babysitters hacked to death, children eaten alive and all sorts of terrible happenings.
After some time, many stories and lots of drinks and snacks, Sandra has to pee and excuses herself to the bathroom. Minutes pass and all Marie could think of are all the stories she had just heard. She feels like Sandra has been taking a long time in the bathroom and when she listens and doesn’t here running water she begins to worry.
Suddenly she realizes that Sandra must be playing a joke on her so Marie decides to wait her out. While she waits, the phone rings and she jumps. She realizes that she’s been holding her breath and her hands are closed into tight fists. She tries to shake herself to calm down, telling herself that everything is fine. Why is she letting Sandra to freak her out like this? The phone continues to ring and since she thinks that Sandra doesn’t want to spoil her joke by answering the phone, Marie reaches to pick up the receiver. "Hello?" she says nervously. All she can hear is breathing on the other end of the line and then a “click”.
Marie can feel herself beginning to panic. She climbs into Sandra’s bed and pulls the covers over her head. Finally she hears scuffling of feet and she thinks they are Sandra’s but the sound passes by the door and does not pause. Marie is too frightened to call out Sandra’s name and eventually she hears the feet again but this time they seem very far away. Suddenly a scream rips through the house.
The whole house is dark except for Sandra’s room but Marie is so shaken that she decides she’s got to go find her friend. She leaves the bedroom and begins to inch down the hallway, still praying that this was some giant hoax and Sandra would jump out and tickle her and they would laugh and it would all be over. Finally she turned a corner and saw Sandra sitting at the end of the hall, leaning against the wall. Marie sighed. The fear was gone. She knew it was just Sandra messing with her head.
She found a light switch and flicked it on. To her horror the light revealed Sandra, covered in blood, her eyes were gouged out, and her stomach ripped open. Marie let out a terrified scream as she read the words painted in Sandra’s own blood over her mutilated corpse. "She became her own Urban Legend".
*Fun House Replacement
Brian was crazy about the carnival. He went to see it every summer it came to his town and he had never missed a year. He knew every ride and attraction by heart: the Ferris wheel, the gypsy fortune teller, the shooting gallery, throw a dart and get a poster game, even the freak show – but Brian’s favorite attraction was the funhouse.
He could always spot it from the midway: a black building that looked like a clutter of giant shoe boxes of different sizes lying end to end. The weather-beaten, black exterior was decorated with garish drawings of victims being chased by all sorts of creatures into the mouth of hell. There was a drawing of a graveyard, populated by rotting corpses and other demons of darkness feasting on the rotting remains of the freshly dead. The monsters were painted in slashes of bright red, green, and orange that seemed to glow brighter than any of the midway lights. The people being chased away looked like they were screaming in horror. Brian imagined himself to be one of those people. He remembered the layout of the funhouse, and it committed to memory for some time, but this year he noticed something new had been added.
The end of the funhouse walk was lit by a solitary overhead strobe light bulb. As he approached, Brian had spied a flutter of movement near the bulb. He had nearly reached the hall’s end when he heard a loud creak, and something bulky dropped down from the ceiling. The light flared bright with shocking intensity and Brian found himself standing face to face with a corpse dangling from the end of a noose. Hands slack at the sides suddenly reached up to grab him. AWESOME! Brian thought that he might be able to convince some friends to come and see the thing before he remembered that tonight was the last night of the carnival.
At first he was disappointed, but then he thought about how cool it would be to actually steal the corpse. He could just imagine the looks on his friend’s faces when they walked into his bedroom and saw a corpse hanging from the inside of his door! WICKED! Brian was scheming so hard that he didn’t look where he was going on his way out and nearly tumbled over the man who ran the funhouse. The guy was a freak too with misshapen muscular limbs and a hump in his back that threw his whole posture out of alignment. The gargoyle-faced guy fixed him with an evil look. Brain had never saw this man before. He was as new as the corpse in the funhouse-and about as ugly! From the look the guy gave him, it seemed as though he knew that Brian was thinking he belonged inside with the rest of the horrors. Brian felt a tingle of fear until the creep turned back to taking tickets from the next group of funhouse victims.
Brian walked the fairgrounds for a few hours, killing time while he waited for the carnival to close. All the while, his thoughts were on the funhouse and how he might steal the dummy. At midnight, a voice came over the public speaker system telling the crowd that the carnival was closing down, and to please start heading home. Now was his chance. When he’d left the funhouse, he’d seen the back door: just a loosely hanging piece of black canvas. It would be a cinch to sneak inside during the confusion of everyone leaving the fairgrounds. He could have the dummy in his hands in a few minutes and take it out through the front gates with him. Lots of other people were carrying huge stuffed animals, and no one would suspect that the dummy wasn’t something he’d won at one of the games. The freaky creep that ran the funhouse probably wouldn’t know that his dummy was missing until they set up in the next town, and then it would be too late for them to come back looking for it.
By the time Brian reached the funhouse, the lights shining on the painted front were all off, and the gangplank leading up to it had chains across it. Brian made sure no one was looking, then ducked under the wires put up to keep people from straying off the path in front. With the lights off, it was darker in back than he had thought it would be. The back door to the funhouse beckoned, and Brian was surprised to discover that it was completely open. All he had to do was slip behind the flap and he was in. It was like they were begging someone to come in and rip them off. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light inside. He felt his way through along the walls, but the weird angles made him uncertain of where he was. He was feeling his way along the wall when something smacked him across the face. It was hairy and smelled disgusting as it pressed against his mouth. He spluttered and gagged against it. With a laugh, he realized it was a fake arm that had shot out of the wall. He remembered how he had dodged it during his earlier walk through. Brian felt a floorboard wobble beneath his shoe, and when he lifted his foot from it the arm pulled back. It was on some kind of spring that the funhouse visitor activated by stepping on the floor. That was probably the way all the funhouse frights worked.
A dim red light was shining down on the hung corpse as Brian groped his way to it. They hadn’t even bothered to hoist it back up after the last show. Brian reasoned that they probably just left it there so that it would be easier for the freak to take it apart when they packed up the carnival the next day. He twisted the dummy around and saw it was locked into a harness with struts that extended into the arms. So that was how they made the arms seem like they were clutching at you as it bounced at the end of the rope. All Brain had to do was lift the dummy up to free the harness from the hook that attached it to the rope.
Creaaaaaaaakkkkk! A floorboard sounded behind Brain. He instantly turned to stone. Creaaaaaaaakkkkk! There it was again. He thought about running back the way he had come. But he’d already put so much effort into getting this far, it would be a shame not to follow through. Creaaaaaaaakkkkk! It was only his nerves he thought. He was only scaring himself. There were probably lots of loose floorboards in the rickety building that were making the noise. The funhouse had scary things in it-but nothing real. Brian turned around and embraced the hanging corpse, his hands clasping just behind the harness. The thing’s bobbing head nodded down and its face rested against his cheek. He felt the icy coldness of a solid black plastic mask. The shiny surface reflected light in strange ways so that it would look like it was grinning or snarling back at you. Up close, he also realized the dummy had a rotting, musty smell to it. The hook didn’t give easily, and Brian lost patience. He gave it a sharp tug. The dummy slipped out of his clumsy hands, and as he went to grab it he awkwardly pulled on one of the arms. He heard a ripping sound and felt it wrench free of its socket.
Brian got upset after he found that he broke the dummy. The detached arm slithered out of the sleeve while the hand still snug in Brian’s grasp. It had a knob-like bump protruding from its end, and Brian held it up to the strobe light to get a better look. He dropped it as though it were red hot. IT WAS A BONE! A REAL HUMAN BONE! The dummy spun around and Brian hesitantly reached up and flipped off the plastic mask. The face behind it was mummified with gray skin the texture of leather stretched over its face in an expression of pure terror and a filthy gag tied around its mouth. Its skin was dried out and the eyes were sunken in. Brian removed the corpse’s gag and could make out its decayed, but human skeletal teeth in the gaping mouth. THIS WAS NO DUMMY!
Brian stepped back, gagging. A pair of hands reached out from the wall behind him and grabbed him! He stepped off the board, trying to make them retract and let go of him, but no matter how his feet danced over the floorboards surface, the arms held tight. Then one of them grabbed him by the hair and roughly spun him around. Staring back at Brian was the leering face of the freaky creep that ran the funhouse! The man smiled at him wickedly, and laughed. Then he brought down something hard painfully on Brian’s skull.
When he finally came to, he found that he could not move his limbs. They were bound to something hard and unyielding. His chest felt constricted, as though there were cords wrapped around it, attaching to something behind him. He realized there was a nasty tasting piece of cloth stretched around his mouth, making it difficult for him to make any noise. Brian felt himself twirled around and came face-to-face with the funhouse creep. The man stared back at him and stroked his face with the dirty fingernails of his hand.
"Such a good-looking boy, much better looking than that overused bag of bones that you desecrated, but too childish for your own good." Said the freak.
Brian tried to scream but could muster no more than a gurgle against the wadded cloth in his mouth. He flailed his legs, only to find that he was no longer standing on the creaking floorboards of the funhouse but was instead, several feet above them. The freaky creep tugged Brian’s head roughly, forcing him to look down at the shriveled remains of the real funhouse corpse, lying on the floor. What a shame Brian was such a mischievous boy and how sad that he’d gone poking into things he shouldn’t have, just like the last mischievous boy that the freaky creep took care of. Now Brian would have to replace what he had broken. The freak snapped something over Brian’s face. Something dark and tight. Something cold and plastic that would hide his tears.
When Brian awoke again to the sounds of creaking floorboards, pure terror overtook him as he realized that the sounds came from a group of funhouse visitors. He dreaded their footsteps as they came closer and closer. He tried to struggle, he tried to scream. Suddenly, Brian heard a quick clicking sound that released a spring. Then, Brain felt the support he was standing on give way and he plummeted into complete darkness. Brian’s disappearance was a complete mystery to his family and friends. Eventually they gave up the search for him, and assumed he ran away with the carnival.
*
Don’t Look Back
On the foggy night of their senior costume party Nicole and her date Mark were driving to their school in Mark’s old 1987 Toyota. They heard a special news report “…warning everyone the convicted killer, Owen the HangMan Helms, has escaped from the near-by criminal asylum he was last seen in a woods by Pinecrest…”
Nicole started freaking out “That’s just on the other side of the valley! Mark turn the car around I want to go home” but just then the car bucked twice then died. An overhanging tree branch went THUNK… THUNK… THUNK… on the roof of the car and Nicole jumped. “It’s fine. I’m going to look for help” said Mark, “climb in the back and cover yourself up in that blanket. When I come back I’ll knock on the roof 3 times. If you hear more or less than 3 knocks DONT OPEN IT UP.”
Nicole tried to persuade him not to go but Mark said “What are we going to do? We can’t just sit here until someone drives by.” and so he left.
Nicole locked the car doors and climbed into the back seat and covered herself up in the blanket and waited. She looked at her watch 25 minutes had passed… 35… 40 then she heard a knock… “oh come on two more” knock… “yes! mark just one more” knock… “ok! stop no more mark please let that be you!” knock… “NO!” her blood turned ice cold knock… knock… knock… “please someone! please! someone help me!” she prayed she thought it might be the Hangman trying to torment her… did he know she was inside?
Then the knocking stopped. She could hear a radio, with a dispatcher’s voice giving instructions that she couldn’t make out. Two men were staring at her through the window. Nicole realized they were police, behind them she saw the spinning blue and red lights of the police car, “It’s ok young lady. You can come out now” said the 1st police officer.
Nicole’s shaking hand finally found the lock and she stumbled out. “Where’s Mark? Didn’t he come with you?” Nicole asked.
“Come to the patrol car. DONT LOOK BACK – just keep your eyes straight ahead” said the 2nd police officer.
“Why can’t I look back?” she asked.
“Just come on to the patrol car miss” said the police men.
Then Nicole looked behind her and saw Mark, still in his gray-jogging outfit, hanging from an overhead tree branch. One of his Nike shoes was gently hitting the roof of the car, knock… knock… knock…
Another Version
The story is the same up until he leaves the car. He tells his girlfriend to lock the doors and don’t open them until he taps on the roof three times. He leaves and she does what he says and was for him to come back.About an hour goes by and she starts to get worried when she hears tapping on the roof. After three times she is about to open the door, but the tapping doesn’t stop. Confused and frightened she doesn’t open the door at all and sits in there for hours, the whole time hearing the tapping on the roof.
Finally the police arrived and a cop came to the car and told her to get out, to come with him and not to look back. Of course she does looks back to find her boyfriend hanging from a tree over the car. The wind caused the branch to rock making his feet tap the car over and over.
Another Version
Just outside of the city of Syracuse, NY there is a hamlet that was once shown on the map as Cedarvale, NY (sometimes you will still see it listed). The main road through this area is Cedarvale Road. Part of this road is very curvy, and in fact is called the 13 Curves which it actually has. Curve number 7 (either way) is called Dead Man’s Curve.According to the local legend, many years ago (likely in the 20′s or 30′s) a newlywed couple was driving down this road, on their way to a friend’s house on Otisco Lake from their wedding reception.as they started to round Dead Man’s Curve, the car stalled. The new husband, being the chivalrous type, told his new bride to wait in the car while he walked on down the road to the local post office/general store to ask for help.
The Bride waited in the car and dozed off for a little bit. When she woke up, it was dark, and she could not figure out what woke her up. Then she heard a scratching on the roof of the car. She wanted to know what was scratching the roof, but was afraid to get out of the car alone at night. At some point, she managed to doze back off and was awakened in the morning by the police tapping on the window. They escorted her out of the car not saying much of anything, and while they were leading her away, she turned around to look back, and saw her husband, hanging by his neck by a rope over the limb of the tree they had parked under.
As the story goes, she had a complete breakdown at this point and spent the next few years in the local asylum, until she died, some say, of a broken heart and broken mind. A few years later, a local farmer driving through the area saw a woman standing on the side of the road at the seventh curve of the 13 curves. She was wearing a wedding dress. When he stopped to ask if she needed help, she just vanished. People report seeing the Woman in White on dead man’s curve to this very day.
*
The Message Under the Stamp
During the war a soldier faithfully wrote his mother every week so she would know he was all right. One week she didn’t get a letter and immediately began to worry.
A couple of weeks later, she got a letter from the Army saying that her son had been captured and was being held in a Prisoner-of-War camp. They assured her that they had no reason to believe the American prisoners were being mistreated in any way.
A few weeks later the woman finally received another letter from her son, it read: "Dear Mom, Try not to worry about me, they are treating us well and I’ll be released as soon as the war is over. Make sure that little Teddy gets the stamp for his collection. Love you, Joe"
The woman was overjoyed to hear the news, but was confused because she had no idea who "little Teddy" was. She decided to steam the stamp from the envelope and have a look. When she did she saw that written on the back of the stamp were the words:
"They’ve cut off my legs".
*Reflection
One cold winter night, sixteen year old Katie was home alone. Her parents had gone out to a dinner party. It had been snowing all that afternoon, but had just recently stopped. After studying for a few hours she decided to relax a little. She made some popcorn, got a nice thick blanket and laid back on the couch to watch some TV in the living room. The television was positioned in front of one side of the glass sliding door that lead to a patio and the back yard. By midnight Katie’s parents still hadn’t come home and she was gripped with fear because from the corner of her eye she could have sworn she caught a glimpse of a very strange looking man staring at her standing outside the glass door behind the television. Terrified, she panicked, pulled blanket up over her head and grabbed the cordless phone that was by her side.
Katie called the police and, as luck would have it, there was a patrol car not far from her house. In a few minutes police are on the scene and Katie told them about the strange man who was standing outside, staring in through the glass.
The police opened the glass sliding door and looked around. After a few moments they turned around and explained to her that there could not have been anyone standing out there, as there would be footprints in the snow. The cops tell her that she is probably just tired and her imagination had got the better of her. Katie began to feel relieved, but still a little shaken. As the police officers are about to leave, one of them stopped and looked behind the couch Katie was sitting on. His jaw dropped and skin went pale. Katie noticed the man’s reaction and jumped up to look too. She saw what made the officer react that way. There were wet footprints on the carpet behind the couch. She hadn’t seen the man outside the door, she’d seen his reflection when he was standing behind her.
*
Babysitting is a Dangerous Job
A young couple went out to dinner one evening and left the babysitter in charge of their two children. The children had been put to bed and the babysitter was watching the television when the phone rang. She answered but all she heard was a man laughing hysterically and then a voice saying, "I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up." Thinking it was "one of those prank phone calls" or a practical joke she slammed down the receiver and turned the television sound up.
A short time later the phone rang again and, as she picked it up, the unmistakable hysterical laughter came down the line and the voice once again said "I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up." Getting rather frightened she called the operator and was advised they would notify the police and, should he phone again, could she keep him talking in order to give them time to trace the call and have him arrested.
Minutes after she replaced the receiver the phone rang again and, when the voice said, "I’m upstairs with the children, you’d better come up," she tried to keep him talking. However, he must have guessed what she was trying to do and he put the phone down.
Only seconds later the phone rang again, this time it was the operator who said, "Get out of the house straight away, the man is on the extension." The babysitter put down the phone and just then heard someone coming down the stairs. She fled from the house and ran straight into the arms of the police. They burst into the house and found a man brandishing a large butcher’s knife. He had entered the house through an upstairs window, murdered both the children and was just about to do the same to the poor babysitter.
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A man and wife were driving late one night when they were flagged down by a woman that appeared to be hurt. She claimed she'd been in an accident and her baby was alive but trapped in the car. The man told her to wait with his wife and he'd see what he could do. He got to the car and found a couple obviously dead in the front seat but a baby crying in a carseat. He cut the baby loose and returned to his own car.
When he got there his wife was alone, he asked her where the woman had went and she replied that she'd followed him to the wreck. He left the baby with his wife and went back to the car to find her. When he got there he realized the woman who'd been instantly killed in the front seat had been the one who'd flagged him down.
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