Sunday, December 11, 2011
hook man: very scary true story
once, a girl and a boy were out on a date. they were driving home. they were on a road called maple street. they stopped the car, pulled over, turned on the radio, and began to talk. soon, the radio stopped. instead of music they heard an announcement saying that a crazy man with a hook for a hand had just escaped a local prison. then it said there would be more updates on where the man was. the music came back on. a few minutes later the music was interrupted again by a news broadcast saying that the crazy man was near maple street. the girl said, "we should get home, this isn't safe" but the boy told her it was fine, and they started talking again. then the music was interrupted once more. this time it said that the man was spotted on maple street, and anyone near there should go home immediately. the boy drove away and when he got home he got out of the car he went around to the other side to let her out. he saw a hook hanging on the door handle. the hook man had just grabbed on to the door with his hook when they drove away. they had pulled off his hook. maple street is now called hook man rode.
Monday, December 5, 2011
cry baby lane: scary story
For 11 years, Cry Baby Lane was considered a lost film, and on the Internet, a legend grew up around it. People said it was a crazed and horrific movie, stuffed full of blood, guts, cannibalism and much more.
I managed to find a copy of the movie on the Internet and watched it. Unfortunately, it is nowhere near as scary as people made it out to be. It’s just like a feature-length episode of Are You Afraid of The Dark or Goosebumps.
Cry Baby Lane is about two boys who enjoy listening to scary ghost stories. The local undertaker tells them the tale of a local farmer whose wife gave birth to Siamese twins, one good, one evil:
“It all happened some time ago. There was a farmer whose wife gave birth to twins. But something was terribly wrong. Due to a rare embryonic mutation, the infants joined as one flesh and came into this world freaks and the farmer hid them away. As they grew, it became clear that one was good and the other was evil. Now, it happened that one of the twins fell ill, and because they shared the same liver, the illness quickly spread and they both perished. Not wanting to expose his shame, the farmer decided to unjoin the bodies, and buried only the good son in the town cemetery. He buried the evil son in a field at the end of an old dirt road called Cry Baby Lane. Because, legend has it, anyone caught out there at night on that desolate road can hear the cries of the evil child calling for vengeance from beyond the grave.”
After hearing this story, the boys decide that a good way to impress some teenage girls is to hold a seance in the cemetery where the good twin is buried. They wind up unintentionally awakening the evil twin instead. Gradually, the evil twin possesses nearly everyone in town and it is up to the boys to stop him.
The movie is not scary. The evil twin is a guy with white, glowing eyes and long fingernails who eats worms. The only part that even comes close to being creepy is when a spider crawls out of a little girl’s mouth and onto her tongue.
Note: There is actually a real Cry Baby Lane in Raleigh, North Carolina. There was a Catholic orphanage that housed a few dozen young boys and girls. One night in 1958, a priest accidentally started a fire. The children were trapped in the orphanage dormitory and burned to death in the flaming building. Months after the fire, the neighbors complained that they could hear the ghostly voices of children, crying and screaming in fear and pain. They say that if you go there late at night, you can still hear the screams of the orphaned children who died in the fire.
flickering lights: scary story
A few years ago, there was a lady who lived near a mental hospital. One night, she was at home watching TV, waiting for a phonecall from her brother. He was flying into town to meet her and was going to call when his plane landed.
It was a very stormy night. Suddenly, the television program was interrupted by a news bulletin. The news reader said that a crazy woman had escaped from the local mental hospital. They doctors said that the crazy woman was very dangerous. She had killed 12 people before she had been caught and sent to the mental institution. They also said she was obsessive compulsive and was obsessed with light switches.
The woman was distracted by her phone ringing. It was her neighbor from across the street. He told her that her upstairs lights in one window kept flickering on and off. The lady thanked for letting her know and hung up the phone.
She thought it was probably just an electrical problem, but she decided to go upstairs and check, just in case. In the darkened hallway, through the crack under the door, she saw that the lights in one bedroom were indeed flickering on and off. Gripping the door handle, she opened it cautiously. The room was empty. The fan in the room was on and it was blowing a coat hanging beside it. The coat kept knocking the light switch on and off. Relieved, the lady turned off the fan and went back downstairs.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on her door. It was her neighbor again. He told her that the lights upstairs were still flickering on and off, but this time it was in a different window. Together, they went upstairs to check it out. When she opened the door of the room, the lady found it empty. The lights were off. Her neighbor stepped into the room and began switching the lights on and off again and again.
At this point, the lady decided that her neighbor must be imagining things, so she thanked him and escorted him downstairs. After he left, the phone started ringing. Her brother called to tell her he had arrived at the airport.
“You don’t need to pick me up”", he said. “I’m getting a taxi. I’ll be there in about half an hour.”
Then, on the line, she heard a raspy female voice say “I’ll see you soon.”
It was a very stormy night. Suddenly, the television program was interrupted by a news bulletin. The news reader said that a crazy woman had escaped from the local mental hospital. They doctors said that the crazy woman was very dangerous. She had killed 12 people before she had been caught and sent to the mental institution. They also said she was obsessive compulsive and was obsessed with light switches.
The woman was distracted by her phone ringing. It was her neighbor from across the street. He told her that her upstairs lights in one window kept flickering on and off. The lady thanked for letting her know and hung up the phone.
She thought it was probably just an electrical problem, but she decided to go upstairs and check, just in case. In the darkened hallway, through the crack under the door, she saw that the lights in one bedroom were indeed flickering on and off. Gripping the door handle, she opened it cautiously. The room was empty. The fan in the room was on and it was blowing a coat hanging beside it. The coat kept knocking the light switch on and off. Relieved, the lady turned off the fan and went back downstairs.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on her door. It was her neighbor again. He told her that the lights upstairs were still flickering on and off, but this time it was in a different window. Together, they went upstairs to check it out. When she opened the door of the room, the lady found it empty. The lights were off. Her neighbor stepped into the room and began switching the lights on and off again and again.
At this point, the lady decided that her neighbor must be imagining things, so she thanked him and escorted him downstairs. After he left, the phone started ringing. Her brother called to tell her he had arrived at the airport.
“You don’t need to pick me up”", he said. “I’m getting a taxi. I’ll be there in about half an hour.”
Then, on the line, she heard a raspy female voice say “I’ll see you soon.”
Sunday, December 4, 2011
the lift:scary story
There was a young woman who had just started a new job in a large office building. She was walking to work one day when a long black hearse drove up slowly next to her, matching her pace. This made her nervous and she anxiously watched it out of the corner of her eye.
The driver leaned out the window and called to her in deep, booming voice: “Do you need a lift?” She turned to look at him got a terrible shock. The driver’s face was incredibly hideous and deformed. His skin was a deathly pale and one of his eyes was noticeably higher than the other. The man pointed to the rear of the vehicle, which contained a coffin. “Room for one more,” he said.
Frightened by his bizarre appearance and unwelcome suggestion, she refused his offer of a lift. Profoundly disturbed, the woman ran down the street until she came to the office building where she worked. For the rest of the day, she couldn’t stop thinking about the strange man in the hearse, and was glad when work finally was over.
The woman worked up on the ninth floor and when the elevator came it was almost completely full. She hesitated a moment before stepping in. “Are you sure you don’t want to come in?” asked a familiar, booming voice. “There’s room for one more.”
The woman gasped. It was the hearse driver from this morning, eyeing her with his lopsided, horrible gaze. Now thoroughly spooked, the woman backed away stuttering, “I-I think I’ll take the stairs!” The hearse driver just stared at her as the doors slid closed.
The woman had only taken a few steps down the stairs when she heard a chorus of screams followed by a deafening crash. She hurried downstairs and discovered the elevator cable had broken and all the passengers aboard had plunged to a grisly death.
The driver leaned out the window and called to her in deep, booming voice: “Do you need a lift?” She turned to look at him got a terrible shock. The driver’s face was incredibly hideous and deformed. His skin was a deathly pale and one of his eyes was noticeably higher than the other. The man pointed to the rear of the vehicle, which contained a coffin. “Room for one more,” he said.
Frightened by his bizarre appearance and unwelcome suggestion, she refused his offer of a lift. Profoundly disturbed, the woman ran down the street until she came to the office building where she worked. For the rest of the day, she couldn’t stop thinking about the strange man in the hearse, and was glad when work finally was over.
The woman worked up on the ninth floor and when the elevator came it was almost completely full. She hesitated a moment before stepping in. “Are you sure you don’t want to come in?” asked a familiar, booming voice. “There’s room for one more.”
The woman gasped. It was the hearse driver from this morning, eyeing her with his lopsided, horrible gaze. Now thoroughly spooked, the woman backed away stuttering, “I-I think I’ll take the stairs!” The hearse driver just stared at her as the doors slid closed.
The woman had only taken a few steps down the stairs when she heard a chorus of screams followed by a deafening crash. She hurried downstairs and discovered the elevator cable had broken and all the passengers aboard had plunged to a grisly death.
the message: creepy true story
I’ve been lying in bed for hours. It’s 5:30 am now and there’s noting I can do. My parents are staring at me but I can’t bear to look at them. I’m trying not to scream.
Their eyes are staring straight at me and their mouths are hanging open. I feel paralyzed by fear. I can’t let it know that I’m not asleep and there’s nobody left to save me. I’ve been trying to think of a way to escape, because if I stay here, I’m going to die.
It’s waiting for me to wake up and see what it has done.
A few hours ago, I was awoken by loud screams coming from down the hallway. I got up and went to see what was going on. After taking a peek outside my bedroom door, I noticed blood on the carpet. Terrified, I jumped back into bed and hid under the covers. I tried desperately to go back to sleep, and tried to convince myself that it was just some horrible nightmare.
Then, I heard my bedroom door creak open and I peeked out from under my blankets to see what was going on. I could see something dragging two large bundles into the room.
Whatever it was, it wasn’t human. I could tell that much. It was thin and hairless. It didn’t have any eyes. It was stooped and crooked and crept noiselessly into the room. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could make out what it was dragging. It was the bodies of my dead parents.
It propped my father against the edge of the bed, and turned his head to face me. Then it sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her facing towards me as well. Finally, it started rubbing it’s hands along the walls, drawing something in blood.
It stepped back and I could see it had scrawled a message on the wall. A few hours ago, it was too dark to read.
The thing has been standing in the corner for hours, waiting to strike. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness and now I can read the message on the wall. I don’t want to look at. It’s too terrifying to think about. But I need to see it before I die.
I peek at the message on the wall.
It reads: “I know you’re awake.”
Their eyes are staring straight at me and their mouths are hanging open. I feel paralyzed by fear. I can’t let it know that I’m not asleep and there’s nobody left to save me. I’ve been trying to think of a way to escape, because if I stay here, I’m going to die.
It’s waiting for me to wake up and see what it has done.
A few hours ago, I was awoken by loud screams coming from down the hallway. I got up and went to see what was going on. After taking a peek outside my bedroom door, I noticed blood on the carpet. Terrified, I jumped back into bed and hid under the covers. I tried desperately to go back to sleep, and tried to convince myself that it was just some horrible nightmare.
Then, I heard my bedroom door creak open and I peeked out from under my blankets to see what was going on. I could see something dragging two large bundles into the room.
Whatever it was, it wasn’t human. I could tell that much. It was thin and hairless. It didn’t have any eyes. It was stooped and crooked and crept noiselessly into the room. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I could make out what it was dragging. It was the bodies of my dead parents.
It propped my father against the edge of the bed, and turned his head to face me. Then it sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her facing towards me as well. Finally, it started rubbing it’s hands along the walls, drawing something in blood.
It stepped back and I could see it had scrawled a message on the wall. A few hours ago, it was too dark to read.
The thing has been standing in the corner for hours, waiting to strike. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness and now I can read the message on the wall. I don’t want to look at. It’s too terrifying to think about. But I need to see it before I die.
I peek at the message on the wall.
It reads: “I know you’re awake.”
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