So, last night I was driving home after work and met a car that didn't have its lights on. Now I know I don't have the world's best night vision, but seriously. It was only dusk, but it was definitely dark enough that, unless he was sporting some night vision goggles, this guy wasn't seeing clearly. Trying to be helpful, I flashed lights at the car. Nothing. I did it again. Still nothing. Was this guy kidding? Right as we passed, I flashed them a third time.
And then he turned around. Before I knew what was happening, he was on my tail with his brights on, flooding my car with light. I kept speeding up to get away, but he matched me mile for mile. Becoming frantic, I picked up my phone to call 911 and heard what I'm pretty sure was a shot come from the other car. What was I going to do?!
HA! Gotcha, didn't I?
Urban legends. We all know them, and some of us love them. All of us fall for more of them than we want to admit. Some are silly and explain why you'll never mix Pop Rocks and Coca Cola. Others are a little more serious... which is why you will never ever say the words "Bloody Mary" while standing in front of any mirror. Maybe your superstitions run so deep that you won't answer the phone when you're home alone, minding your business and making your Jiffy Pop, b/c there's the off chance that the call is coming from inside your own house. Hey! It can happen. Look how long Drew Barrymore lasted in Scream.
It's okay to admit you're a little scared or embarrassed. We've fallen for the best of these too. Tell us - what urban legends give you a case of goosebumps every time you hear them?
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Are You Alone in the House?
Posted by A Pea at 3:25 PM
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Ooooh, good one! I don't know why, but this feels like good urban legend/ghost story weather!
The "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights?" one always creeped me out when I had a roommate. I spent a lot of time in the computer lab (yes, this was before the days of hot spots or even connections in each room), and I always got an irrational jolt of panic when I'd come back to our room in the middle of the night.
The guy with the knife in the back seat scares the crap out of me, too.
And, of course, the infamous Bloody Mary in the mirror. If that story pops in my head in the middle of the night on my way to the bathroom, I close my eyes and race past all of the mirrors.
For some strange reason, I do take a quick peek in the back of my car as soon as I get in. Saw too many movies of someone putting a knife to the throat just when you get in.
You know the old story...driving on a dark road, pick up a nice young girl who is hitchiking/lost/etc.; and then you take her to town and drop her off. Later, you bump into a woman and tell her the story...and she tells you that it was her daughter who died in an accident there years ago....
ewww. Creepy.
Also, urban legend or not, my mom has me convinced that I must check under my car as I approach it in a dark parking lot...so if someone is going to slash my legs to keep me from running away while they rob me, I will see them early, I guess.
I'm not sure who's familiar with this one, but it's totally creepy...
It's dusk and you're driving along a remote country road. You come upon an old unmarked utility truck that is driving slowly in front of you. As you're waiting patiently for your opportunity to pass the beat-up truck, it suddenly hits a bump in the road and something comes tumbling out of the back. That something comes to a rest in the ditch. Do you pull over? You do. That thing is a relatively small stainless steel box with two latches. Do you open it? You do. When you open the lid you are horrified, for inside is a perfectly displayed human toe. You panic. You scream! The old utility truck is long gone. After you gather your thoughts, you think to yourself... What should I do? Do I call the police? Do I call the local hospitals? Then clarity sets in and your decision is made...
You call a toe-truck :)
Har-de-har-har.
BTW, this was formatted perfectly on my screen. The only thing I couldn't see was the punch line!
This really happened to an old college friend of mine. I swear! I'm all serious!
Okay, so, my friend - you wouldn't know him; he lives in Canada - was on a business trip alone in the big city, and went out to a bar one night to have a cocktail. At the bar, he met this really nice girl. They ended up spending the whole night talking and dancing...and drinking.
Well, the next morning, he woke up in an unfamiliar hotel room, sitting in a bathtub full of ice. He had a severe pain in his lower back. When he gained his senses he noticed that someone had used lipstick to write the words, "Don't move. Call for help" on the far end of the tub. He managed to grab his cell phone from his pants, which were laying on the floor by the tub. The cops showed up and he was taken to the emergency room. There, doctors determined that, while in a drunken stupor the previous night, he had undergone major surgery: one of his kidneys had been removed, cleanly and professionally.
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