CANDLES

It was a pretty normal night for Klara. Her parents wouldn't be home till 12 and her brothers were at their friend's houses. Klara was bored so she invited her best friend Jackie over. When Jackie got there, they played around on the computer for an hour until the power went out.

"It's not raining is it?"Jackie asked curiously. "Of course not."Klara said trying not to sound nervous. She looked out her window just to make sure. There was no rain on the window and the sky was clear. Jackie took out her phone to cast a little bit of light in the room. "Come with me to get candles."Klara said grabbing Jackie's phone and walking downstairs. After they found the candles and had lit as many as possible the house looked even creepier.

"Now what?"Jackie asked. That's when Klara looked outside. Behind her house was a thick woods and nobody lived behind her. When she looked back she saw a cloaked figure. "Jackie somebody is outside." Klara said barely breathing. Jackie turned around and the figure had disappeared.

"You are seeing things Klara. Just your imagination."She said trying to lighten the mood. Klara just nodded. She knew she had seen something....someone. "Klara,come on I'll show you." Jackie said grabbing her hand and walking outside. Nobody was there. "Jackie I promise you-" Then they heard trees rustling. They ran inside and locked the door. The girls ran up to Klara's room and also locked that door.

"It was just a deer probably. Yeah."Jackie started trying to convince herself. After minutes of getting themselves together, they walked down the stairs. The candles were out. All of them! There was no way a breeze could have came in.

"Did you?"Klara asked slowly. "No."Jackie said terrified. That was when they turned around to see the cloaked figure. Jackie and Klara began running. When they got downstairs the cloaked figure was standing in the doorway. "You killed my mom. Now your going to die."The figure said in a low raspy voice. Just when the knife was about to come down the lights popped on and the hooded fgure was gone. Klara's parents came in and the candles were now all flickering brightly. Klara and Jamie were hugging each other and breathing heavy.

"Girls whats wrong?"Karla's mother asked. They told her nothing and walked back up to Karla's room. Later the girls did some research on Karla's house. They found out that in 1654 a young mans ex-girlfriend had been crazy and killed his mother. Before she murdered her, the girlfriend made the mother suffer by burning her with candles, then she stabbed her to death. The boy killed the ex-girlfriend then killed himself. I guess he never left..

BURIED ALIVE

~As told by Emily July 17,1995

My grandmother, ill for quite some time, finally passed away after lying in a coma for several days. My grandfather was devastated beyond belief, as she was his one true love and they had been married over 50 years. They were married so long it seemed as if they knew each other's innermost thoughts.

After the doctor pronounced her dead, my grandfather insisted that she was not. They had to literally pry him away from his wife's body so they could ready her for burial.

Now, back in those days they had backyard burial plots and did not drain the body of its fluids. They simply prepared a proper coffin and committed the body (in its coffin) to its permanent resting place. Throughout this process, my grandfather protested so fiercely that he had to be sedated and put to bed. His wife was buried and that was that.

That night he woke to a horrific vision of his wife hysterically trying to scratch her way out of the coffin. He phoned the doctor immediately and begged to have his wife's body exhumed. The doctor refused, but my grandfather had this nightmare every night for a week,each time frantically begging to have his wife removed from the grave.

Finally the doctor gave in and, together with local authorities, exhumed the body. The coffin was pried open and to everyone's horror, my grandmother's nails were bent back and there were bloody scratch-marks on the inside of the coffin

MYTH OF BLOODY MARY

*~As told on the Internet, Feb. 16, 1994

When I was about 9 years old, I went to a friend's for a birthday/slumber party. There were about 10 other girls there. About midnight, we decided to play Mary Worth. Some of us had never heard of this so one of the girls told the story.

Mary Worth lived a long time ago. She was a very beautiful young girl. One day she had a terrible accident that left her face so disfigured that nobody would look at her. She had not been allowed to see her own reflection after this accident for fear that she would lose her mind. Before this, she had spent long hours admiring her beauty in her bedroom mirror.

One night, after everyone had gone to bed, unable to fight the curiousity any longer, she crept into a room that had a mirror. As soon as she saw her face, she broke down into terrible screams and sobs. It was at this moment that she was so heartbroken and wanted her old reflection back, that she walked into the mirror to find it, vowing to disfigure anybody that came looking for her in the mirror.

After hearing this story, which was told very scarily, we decided to turn out all of the lights and try it. We all huddled around the mirror and starting repeating "Mary Worth, Mary Worth, I believe in Mary Worth". About the seventh time we said it one of the girls that was in front of the mirror started screaming and trying to push her way back away from the mirror. She was screaming so loud that my friends mom came running into the room. She quickly turned on the lights and found this girl huddled in the corner screaming. She turned her around to see what the problem and saw these long fingernail scratches running down her right cheek. I will never forget her face as long as I live!!

BABY GIVE AWAY

A young family lived near this bridge and the husband was away from his wife and child fighting in the war. A neighbor had always held a candle for the young wife and when he discovered that she had had a child and the husband had gone off to war, he became jealous and determined to have her for his own.

He came to her house one night and forced entry into the home. When she refused him, he savagely attacked her and threatened to kill her child. She escaped and ran from her property with the baby, blindly crashing through the forest and brush seeking a hiding place from her obsessed neighbor. Just as she realized she couldn’t hear the man chasing her anymore, she came to the bridge and took refuge under it with the scared baby in her arms.

The distressed child had been whimpering in fear during her flight from the house, but now that they had stopped the baby began to wail. The child began to cry loudly and ended the hope of the bridge being safe refuge. The neighbor was drawn to the baby’s cries and their position was revealed to the man. He brutally murdered both mother and child right there under the bridge.

Only the woman’s body was ever recovered.

Now, if you drive down this bridge and stop half way across, turn off your car engine and headlights and lights and get out, you can hear the baby’s cries that gave it’s mother’s position away years ago. Beware! It’s been said that if you go down underneath the bridge at night, you will never be seen again! The spirit of the young mother is trying to protect her baby even in the afterlife

AFRICAN VOODOO SPELL

When Anna was in the 7th grade, her class received a new student, all the way from Mississippi. Her name was Sara, and she was what the boys were drooling over. She was a very beautiful girl and she sang just like an angel. Soon, her and Anna became best friends.

A few months later,a foreign exchange student came to her class, and her name was Clarisa. Clarisa was from South Africa. Her dad was white and her mother was African. Anyways, she couldn't speak english very well, but she was nice. She was also pretty, and all the boys pushed Sara out of the picture, and they drooled over Clarisa. Anna, who was nice, was the only one who befriended Clarisa, because the other girls were jealous, and the boys were too shy. Sara, was also jealous and accused Clarisa of stealing her best friend.

One day, Anna was eating alone in the cafeteria.When she was done, she went back to her classroom. When she walked inside, all the girls of the class were beating Clarisa up. Clarisa screamed and screamed and Anna called the teacher.

Months later,Clarisa started ignoring everyone, even Anna. Then, one night, during a school dance, the whole school was there, except Clarisa. Well Anna was dancing when, all of a sudden, Clarisa came through the gym doors. She was all scared, and her hair was all frizzy. She didn't look happy anymore. She pulled out a little bag, and sprinkled some dust from it, on everyone. Well everyone, except Anna and another girl named Ginny. Clarisa said something strange and left.

Everyone laughed, and continued laughing. Two weeks later,some of the students stopped coming to school, and, a few went missing. Anna knew it all had to do with Clarisa. After school, Anna went home. Sara called her and asked if she could go visit her, as she was very sick. Anna went to Sara's house, and screamed when she saw Sara. Sara had almost no legs, and fingers, and no face. She was all bones and Anna left. The next day, she received news that Sara passed away during the night.

Then, one by one, everyone from her class died. Anna and Ginny were the only ones who survived out of their class. Clarisa, came back to school, and boy, was she happy. The only strange thing was, her voice was now beautiful, just like Sara's.

**This story, is based on an African Vodoo Spell. When it is used, the African gets something in return. It was used historically to get the travelers out of Africa, and it can only be used once. Just like Clarisa, she got Sara's beautiful singing voice. And the rest of the class were exterminated.

ALL ABOUT DEMONS [PART I] EXISTENCE

EXISTENCE OF DEMONS
Among those who accept the existence of
demons there are various views with regard to
their origin. In ancient times, many thought
that such beings were the spirits of deceased
wicked people. According to Merrill Unger,
this thinking was popularized by Greek thought
and culture and, among others, the Jewish
historian, Josephus, took this view (Demons in
the World Today, p. 11). Some still believe this
just as many believe that holy angels are the
spirits of good people. Of course we have
already seen from Jesus’ account of the rich
man and Lazarus in Luke 16:19-31 that the
spirits of people who die have a destination to
one of two places. They are not left to wander
the world making mischief.
Another view among some is that demons are
the disembodied spirits of a pre- Adamic race.
That is to say, some believe that God created a
race of men prior to Adam. But God destroyed
this race and their world completely and
started over (which is where Genesis 1:3 picks
up). However, their spirits survived and
became what we know today as demons. Those
who believe this make a sharp distinction
between the words “angels” and “spirits” in
order to support their view. They assert that
“spirits” always refer to human spirits while
“angels” are beings God created separately. In
light of Hebrews 1:14 this distinction is
certainly refutable. It must also be noted that
there is no scripture which supports the
concept of a pre- Adamic race whatsoever.
Also, there must be an imagined gap between
Genesis 1:1 and v. 2 in which all the rebellion,
destruction and the resultant chaos occurred.
Proponents of this theory sometimes point to
the use of the Greek word for demons in the
New Testament. In classical Greek literature its
meaning was “the good spirits of departed men
of the golden age” (Unger, Demons in the
World Today , p. 12). However that usage was
several hundred years before the writing of the
New Testament and the meaning of the word
had changed before it was used by the
Apostles and other writers. This view has very
little (if anything) to recommend it.
Still another view is that demons are the
offspring of an unnatural union between the
“sons of God” (wicked angels)and the
“daughters of men” (human women) recorded
in Genesis 6:1-4. The theory is that the
children of this union were wiped out in the
flood which followed and their spirits became
the demons. If we assume, for argument’s
sake, that this is the correct interpretation
(angels cohabiting with women), still we are
faced with the fact that nowhere does the
Bible address what became of the offspring
after their deaths. Obviously this view of the
origin of demons is highly speculative. (More
later on the Genesis 6:1-4 passage.)
These are all minority views based on incorrect
ideas about the Bible or filling in where God’s
word is silent. Now in the interest of honesty
and accuracy, we must admit that there is no
specific passage in the Bible that spells out in
plain, simple terms exactly where demons do
come from. Some of the background details
related to this matter are definitely sketchy.
But the Bible does provide information which
helps us deduce a much more reasonable
explanation than the ones above. The majority
view among fundamental Christians is that
demons were originally angels who fell from
their holy state by committing sin against God

COLLECTING THE PIECES

A long time ago, in this very house lived a reclusive man whom, in this story, we will call Crank.

Crank never talked to anyone, not even his own children. He had a son and a daughter, Cameron and Liz. They were both talented, smart, good-looking young people; the kind of children that would make any normal parent proud.

Crank was proud of them, or at least, he used to be. When his wife died ten years ago he kicked Cameron and Liz out of his house (they were only 18 and 16 at the time)and he lost all contact with his friends and family. He spent all of the time in his basement, which he forbade any person who might possibly be at his house for whatever reason to enter.

Even though Crank had turned Liz out of her own home at the young age of 16, and never returned her calls, unlike her brother Liz, she still loved and missed him. She longed for the days before her mother's death, when they had all been a family. Maybe, if he saw her in person, Crank would remember and crave for those days too. Maybe.

Liz decided to visit him. The next day she drove to her former home, and gasped in shock at what a horrible state it was in. The red paint was faded and peeling, the grass and weeds were waist high and taking over everything, the door hung open on it's hinges and one of the front windows was smashed in.

Holding back tears, Liz cautiously got out of her car and noticed one other queer thing; every other house on the block had a FOR SALE sign. This didn't catch her attention for very long as she was near tears looking at her childhood home in such disrepair. She felt like she needed a machete just to walk to the front porch.

Liz walked right inside, and wasn't surprised to see that the inside of the house needed just as much work. Dirty dishes were everywhere, some broken, others still topped with molding food. Flies were all over the place, as were maggots. Dirty clothes littered the ground, table tops, and backs of chairs. In the carpet, Liz noticed drops of red. Actually, everywhere there could be found red spatters. In Liz's opinion, that, plus the condition of the house equaled creepy.

Also, the stench in the house was unbearable and utterly unique. A mixture of dirty clothes, cat pee, rotting milk, and... Liz didn't want to acknowledge this...blood.

Liz searched the whole house and couldn't find her father. Then she heard a 'Shing, Shing' noise coming from a door she hadn't checked, labeled "DANGER. KEEP OUT!!!" "Dad?" Lis called weakly, scared.

The 'Shinging' noise stopped. "Who is it?" a gruff, masculine voice yelled angrily. "It's me, Liz. Can I come down and see you?" She said, relieved to hear his voice.

"NO!!!" Crank thundered. "Go away! Don't come back." Liz pushed back a wave of sadness when she heard him say that. "Dad, please. I want to talk to you. I can't leave until I see you." "I told you already, GO!" Crank warned her.

Turning to leave, Liz thought, 'No. He's my Father and he needs me. He's still distraught over mom's death. I can help him, tell him how I dealt with the pain.'

With that thought, Liz turned back and opened the forboding door silently. A wave of freezing cold air struck her with full force. The first thing she saw was blood, lots of it, staining the stairs, covering the walls, everything. The second thing she saw were disembodied limbs and organs, dripping with blood and acid and hanging from the ceiling.

The overpowering stench of the organs hit Liz next, just when she saw her Father, brandishing a chopping knife. "I told you not to come down here, Elisabeth." Crank said, smiling just a little. He started to come up the stairs, slowly, knife in hand.

The tears Liz had been holding back ever since she saw the outside of the house burst forth as she took in the terrible scene before her eyes. "Dad... What is this?" She sobbed, "What have you become?"

Liz failed to notice the sadistic smile on her Dad's face, the wild look in his eye. She still thought she could help him.

Without answering her, Crank said, "You look so much like your mother, Lizzy. I can use you." Without giving her anytime to be confused, Crank chopped off her head and dragged her body downstairs.

The truth was, the only way anyone could ever help Crank was by ending him, contrary to his daughter's belief.

And what was Crank doing in the basement? Collecting body parts and sewing them together, for his wife. He had taken her heart from her dead body and preserved it, along with her last breath. This, added to her new body, would bring her back to life, or so Crank believed in his twisted, murderous mind.

Every night, Crank would go out and collect parts from his neighbors to suit his wife. Nothing ever seemed exactly right so he kept collecting and collecting.

He's still looking for new parts.

CHURCH OF CARNAGE

Every town has a legend or myth. Some are made up by kids trying to scare their younger siblings. But others are very true. Like the one you will read today...

Back during the late 20's and early 30's there was a poor, hard-working family of four. The father Thomas, the mother Mary, 13 year old son John, and 15 year old daughter Kathy. Everyday Thomas and John would work in the field, hoping to bring in something for their family to eat. On days that they could bring in something to eat, Kathy and her mother would cook and prepare supper for the family.

After the Great Depression started, they were struggling more and more each day. The crops weren't growing, therefore they were making no money. Eventually they were forced to sell their farm. Luckily enough Thomas was really good friends with their preacher, so he allowed them to stay at the church.

The family stayed in the church, only eating two or three times a week. They began to do anything to survive. John and Kathy would steal food (not telling their parents because they were very religious and believed it was wrong) Their father would spend most of his time praying for God to help them get back on their feet. Every Sunday during church Thomas would testify, thanking the Lord for giving their family a place to stay, but everyone could tell by the look in his eyes he wasn't satisfied.

Two months past with them living in the church. They were starving. Mary had become very ill, and the preacher told them they had to move out of the church by next week. A couple of days later while John and Kathy were out stealing food, they came across a rundown slaughter house. On the ground outside, there was an old rusty hatchet laying on the ground. Kathy picked it up and turned to her brother and said, "God has a plan for us."

Early Sunday morning the preacher woke them at 5 am. "Get out!" He ordered. He was wacked in the back of the head with a 2x4, knocking him out cold. He awoke to Kathy hacking his arm with the hatchet, but he couldn't do anything because he was tied down and couldn't move. She passed the hatchet around to the rest of her family. They took turns until he had been butchered to death. The family locked the doors to the church and began to feast on the flesh of the preacher.

The next day the church was found abandoned. There was blood stained into the carpet and all over the walls. Remains of the preacher were found in the place where people were baptized. A note was found at the alter that read, "God has answered our prayers"

There has been no trace of the family till this very day.

3 AM

As I sit twitching due to all I've seen, I look up and saw what caused it.........

I woke up gasping for air. I just had a dream but I can't remember what it was. I shake off the disturbed feeling I had and I look at my clock, it's 3 am. I've never been afraid of the dark but tonight something wasn't right. I felt someone was watching me.

I live in a two story house with many mirrors. My dad set them up so that if you stand in certain spots, you can't be seen but you can view the entire room.

I have an acute sense of hearing. For example, I can hear my cat jump off the couch in the living room while I'm in my room on the second floor. I always have a sort of "spidy sense" when things aren't right.

I had that feeling now. The phone started ringing. I mindlessly got up to answer it. As I picked it up all I heard was a breathing at the same rhythm as mine. I hung up. All the lights were off. I could've sworn I left the living room light on. I go downstairs to turn on the light.

The back door was wide open and now so are my eyes. I jump over the furniture to avoid the usual path and shut it quickly. I thought, "This won't make much difference at this point..." I guess it was reflex.

It was pitch black so I let my ears adjust after hearing my heart in them. I touch the walls to guide myself to the kitchen. I grab the biggest knife out of the sink and get ready to attack. The water seemed thicker. I try to control the sense, the fear I have. I then hear a steady *drip drip* coming from the sink. I reach up to turn off the faucet to find it was already completely off. I grope for a light switch and flip it on. I hold my terror as I saw what caused the dripping.

My cat was strung up by a noose above the sink, cut in a straight line from the neck down. The blood had filled the sink and the steady *drip drip* was the blood dripping from the tail. My hand and the knife were covered in blood.

There was something written on the counter in my cats blood, " See with your ears, not with your eyes. Or you are in for a real surprise". Just then the power went out. As my eyes adjusted I strained my ears for any sound.

A loud BOOM came from the back door and I jumped and hit the fridge. The boom kept happening but grew quieter and quieter until it was practically unnoticeable. I felt along the wall for the closet door, I opened it and grabbed my baseball bat. I walked with it in front of me to the back door.

As I opened it I couldn't help but scream a little. My dad was hanging with an internet cable tied around his neck. It was connected somewhere in his room and he was outside the window. As he spun I saw another note. It was nailed into his heart.

It read, "One in this house down, two to go. You are last so enjoy the show". I then heard an evil, high pitched, down right disturbing, laugh. It came from all directions.

I again strained my ears and heard foot steps from the top floor stepping quickly but covering little ground, like a loud taunting tiptoe.

I ignored it and went to check the circuit box. When I opened it there was a note "The lights are off for a reason turn them on if you please. But I promise the sights will bring you to your knees."

I ripped off the note and flipped the switch. The same voice that laughed yelled, "I warned you!" In a childish way. I walked back in through the back door and immediately turned on the light.

I fell down to my knees. Ten people I didn't even know were strung up in different ways all around the room. Some by their necks, others by their toes, a few even by their hair. All had their eyes dug out and open gaping mouths. All were hanging about a foot above my height.

I was crying but I got back up. I was determined to destroy this madman. As I walked to the stairs, staring at all the bodies, I heard a sound like something was dropped down the stairs.

It was a blood covered arm. I heard the sound again, this time a leg. Then an arm, then a leg, and finally a head. It was my Mom's. I backed into one of the corners and looked at the mirrors. All the mirrors were blocked by bodies and all of them turned to stare at me.

I broke down and started crying and twitching. As I sit twitching due to all I've seen I look up and saw what caused it. I looked up at the only viewable mirror and saw the man, the beast that caused this. It was me.

My dream rushed back to me. I was a serial murderer on the loose. I murdered house by house. I killed each living thing in each house as brutally as I could, taunting them before I killed them. I was attacking my next victim when I woke up.

In the mirror I saw myself covered in blood standing with a wicked smile on my face. Then in my own crazed tone of voice I said, "Told you, you were last," and then I slit my own throat, smiling and twitching as all color left my body.

The outsides of my vision began to darken as I heard a demonic voice say, "Welcome home!"

LOVE HURTS

There once was a girl named Mystery. Her parents named her Mystery because she was an unexpected mystery baby when she was born. She never thought she was good enough for anyone until she met her boyfriend.

They had met in the park where she was swinging on the swings. He saw her, liked her and talked to her.

Her parents always thought that she was a good girl with great grades and everything until they found out about John.

Ten days later her parents finally found out about her boyfriend John, so once she got home they sat her down and talked to her. They said you can't love anyone else unless you love yourself. She wanted to say so I can't love you then, but she didn't feel like hearing their mouths.

Everyday John would walk her home and every time he left to go home and she closed the door, her parents would tell her she wasn't good enough for him. They warned her that he would leave her. She wanted to prove that she was good enough.

One night she snuck out and went to the park that she and her boyfriend had first met at. She looked around the park one last time before her goodbye moment. She took a knife out of her backpack that she had grabbed from her kitchen and stabbed herself over and over again. She fell to the ground with tears in her eyes. Than she saw a light. The last thing she saw was tears in her eyes and the light.

The next day her parents kept calling Mystery to come downstairs to eat. When she didn't come, they went upstairs and couldn't find her, so they called the police.

After a week had past, the police were about to give up. John said this is all your fault, you had to make her feel like she wasn't good enough for anyone. They were about to argue when they saw Mystery's spirit. She had tears in her eyes. She walked over to John and said "I love you and I will never forget you. I will visit you at least once a month." She kissed him, then she looked at her parents and said "Now am I good enough?" and she disappeared.

They eventually searched the park where she had met John and found her body. She was stabbed to death and had her heart in her hand, which was squeezed tightly. The police say she had stabbed herself to death, but she didn't pull her heart out and squeeze it to death. Someone else had to do this.

John blamed Mystery's parents and the case remains unsolved. John never loved anyone else again but one night he went to their house and stabbed Mystery's parents to death and squeezed their hearts. He said "This is what you did to Mystery, how does it feel"?

The police found them dead the next day because the neighbors had called saying they hadn't seen them. When they discovered John murdered them, they went looking for him. They found him in the grave yard dead next to Mystery's body. He had dug up her body and was holding her close. They found a note nearby saying "Get the evil person who killed Mystery, but for now I am dead with my love. Signed John. p.s. LOVE HURTS.

DON'T TURN ON THE LIGHTS

Two dormmates in college were in the same science class. The teacher had just reminded them about the midterm the next day when one dormmate —let's call her Julie —got asked to this big bash by the hottest guy in school. The other dormmate, Meg, had pretty much no interest in going and, being a diligent student, she took notes on what the midterm was about. After the entire period of flirting with her date, Julie was totally unprepared for her test, while Meg was completely prepared for a major study date with her books.

At the end of the day, Julie spent hours getting ready for the party while Meg started studying. Julie tried to get Meg to go, but she was insistent that she would study and pass the test. The girls were rather close and Julie didn't like leaving Meg alone to be bored while she was out having a blast. Julie finally gave up, using the excuse that she would cram in homeroom the next day.

Julie went to the party and had the time of her life with her date. She headed back to the dorm around 2 a.m. and decided not to wake Meg. She went to bed nervous about the midterm and decided she would wake up early to ask Meg for help.

She woke up and went to wake Meg. Meg was lying on her stomach, apparently sound asleep. Julie rolled Meg over to reveal Meg's terrified face. Julie, concerned, turned on the desk lamp. Meg's study stuff was still open and had blood all over it. Meg had been slaughtered. Julie, in horror, fell to the floor and looked up to see, written on the wall in Meg's blood: "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?"

CHINA DOLL

A beautiful 8 year old girl, Izzy, got this adorable china doll for her birthday. She called her Sam. One day Izzy was playing with her doll until her mom called her for bed. Izzy put the doll in the basement and went up to bed.

In the middle of the night she heard weird noises. Then she heard "China doll, china doll in the basement, china doll, china doll on the stairs, china doll, china doll in your parents room, now they're dead." Izzy fell back into a troubled sleep.

In the morning she raced to her parents room and they were dead. She cried as her brother planned the funeral. Izzy did not play with Sam that day. She went up to bed early and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night she heard chanting again. China doll, china doll in the basement, china doll, china doll on the stairs, china doll, china doll in your parents room, china doll, china doll in your brothers room now he's dead." Izzy shivered and fell into another troubling sleep.

In the morning she went to her brothers room, he was dead. She spent the day in her room and wouldn't come out. Night fell again and she went to sleep.

She heard the chanting again. "China doll, china doll in the basement, china doll, china doll on the stairs, china doll, china doll in your parents room, china doll, china doll in your brothers room, china doll, china doll in your room." She gazed up to see the doll. "Now you're...dead!"

The police found her the next day with no sign of the murderer. All they heard was chuckling in the distance. The chuckle of a brown haired, brown eyed china doll, on the hunt for her next victims.

BRIDE AND SEEK

Back in '75 a young couple, both 18, decided to get married right after high school. The father of the bride lived in Palm Beach in a mansion and was able to afford a big wedding for them. To make a long story short, they got married and the wedding was beautiful.

After the wedding they had a big reception in an old building and everyone got pretty drunk. When there were only about 20 people left, the groom decided that they should play hide-and-seek. Everyone agreed and the groom was "it." They all went and hid and the game went on.

After about 20 minutes everyone had been found except the bride. Everyone looked everywhere and tore the whole place apart looking for her. After a few hours the groom was furious, thinking the bride was playing a terrible trick. Eventually, everyone went home.

A few weeks later the groom, having placed a missing persons report, gave up looking for her. Heartbroken, he tried to go on with his life.

Three years later a little old woman was cleaning the place up. She happened to be in the attic and saw an old trunk. She dusted it off, and, out of curiosity, opened it. She screamed at the top of her lungs, ran out of the building and called the police.

Apparently, the bride had decided to hide in the trunk for the game of hide-and-seek. When she sat down, the lid fell, knocking her unconscious and locking her inside. She suffocated after a day or so. When the woman found her, she was rotting, her mouth in the shape of a scream.

THE BLACK DOG OF HANGING HILLS

He smiled as he sipped at his coffee. It had been an excellent hike. He was glad his friend had recommended coming to the Hanging Hills in Connecticut; not the first place that had come to his mind when considering a vacation. But it was beautiful here. When his friend arrived tomorrow they would tackle some of the more challenging terrain.

“Did you have a nice hike?” asked the innkeeper as she refilled his cup.

“Yes indeed. I had some unexpected company,” he said with a smile.

“Really? I thought you were the only one crazy enough to go hiking in the rain,” she teased.

“It was a little black dog,” he said. “Cute fellow. Followed me all the way up the mountain and down again.”

He looked up from his coffee to see the innkeeper’s face had gone pale.

“A black dog?” she asked. “That’s not good.”

“Why not?”

“We have a saying around here,” she replied. “’And if a man shall meet the Black Dog once, it shall be for joy; and if twice, it shall be for sorrow; and the third time, he shall die.’” He laughed. “That’s just superstition.”

“That’s what Mr. Pynchon said. He saw the black dog twice. The second time he saw the dog, the friend he was climbing with fell to his death. And later,Mr. Pynchon decided to climb the same mountain, and he died too. Everyone here believes he saw the dog just before he fell.”

“Nonsense. It was just a cute stray,” he said uneasily. She shrugged and took the coffee pot over to her other customers.

His friend arrived the next morning and they both laughed about the story of the black dog. They set out on their climb. About halfway up the mountain, he looked up and saw the black dog.

“There’s the dog,” he called to his friend.

And then his foot slipped and he plunged down the side of the hill, desperately grabbing at saplings and rocks, trying to halt his descent. It seemed to take forever for him to stop sliding. There was a stabbing pain in his leg. When he looked at it, his head swimming, it was bent at an odd angle. They had to send in a mountain rescue team to get him down. At the hospital, they told him his leg was broken in two places and he was very lucky it wasn’t worse.

“You know, that was a very strange fall,” said his friend uneasily. “You don’t really think it had anything to do with that black dog?”

He looked down at the cast that extended all the way up to his hip.

“I don’t know. But I don’t really want to find out. Next time, let’s go to Colorado.”

His friend agreed.

THE BEDROOM MIRROR

Erin was never really creeped out by those weird stories and urban legends about “Bloody Mary” and other things that come out of mirrors. But she was a little scared after seeing the strange bedroom mirror in her new house. She walked into the bedroom to unpack her things a bit more when she noticed something weird. The mirror would not come off the wall. It was drilled into the wall and it would cause major damage if it was pulled off.

She turned around to get her books out of a box when she thought she saw something. She turned around to face the mirror and looked closer. She saw a man standing there—staring at her and holding a butcher knife. He was wearing makeup like a mime and his hair was short and black and he had sideburns and a gotee. He looked just a little bit older than her (she was 21). It looked as though he was standing right behind her.

Erin screamed and turned around. No one was there. She was extremely freaked out. After a few hours she had almost forgotten about it. She went to the kitchen to get water to swallow her painkiller. She had gotten in a car accident and injured her arm, so she needed painkillers. She was reading the bottle when she saw something that relieved her. Side-affects may include drowsiness, nausea, and hallucinations. She let out a sigh of relief. She took the pills and went back to her room to go to sleep. She saw the figure there again but this time she knew it was just her medication acting up.

She got into her bed and realized something different. She could see the mirror. This time, she saw the person standing somewhere behind her bead. His arms were out and he was looking down at her. The knife was in his left hand. She looked above her head but there was no one there.

After this went on for a few weeks, she was so scared that she took herself off of the medication. She went into her room and sure enough, he was still there, in the mirror, with a knife. She was very superstitious so she went online and researched her house address. She found out that a murder had taken place in the bedroom, right in front of the mirror. There was a black and white picture of blood splattered all over the mirror. She was extremely scared. She went to a hardware store and bought a small pickaxe. When she got home she ran into the bedroom, faced the mirror, and started to swing the axe back to break it when all of a sudden the figure started to come closer. It looked as though it was bringing itself out of the mirror. She was so terrified that she dropped her axe. She was never seen again.

About two years later,a woman was thinking about moving into that very same house. She decided not to when she went into the bedroom, and she saw the image of a man in mime makeup, stabbing a young girl in the mirror.

HUMANS CAN LICK TOO

A young girl named Lisa was left alone on several accounts as her parents worked late. They bought her a dog to keep her company.

One night Lisa was awoken by a constant dripping sound. She got up and went to the kitchen to turn off the tap properly. As she was getting back into the bed she stuck her hand under the bed, and the dog licked it.

The dripping sound continued, so she went to the bathroom and made sure the tap was turned off there, too. She went back to her bedroom and stuck her hand under the bed, and the dog licked it again.

But the dripping continued, so she went outside and turned off all the faucets out there. She came back to bed, stuck her hand under it, and the dog licked it again.

The dripping continued, drip, drip, drip. This time she listened and located the source of the dripping —it was coming from her closet. She opened the closet door, and there was her dog hanging upside down with its neck cut, and written on the window on the inside of the cupboard was, "Humans can lick, too!!!"

ANGEL IN ELEVATOR

A woman was getting ready for bed and she saw a white light outside her bedroom. When she looked outside she saw a man dressed in pure white with a glow coming from him. He stared at her as she stared back. She got into bed and the glow slowing faded away as if the man was walking away.

The next morning the woman went to work. She and a few other people waited for the lift to the next floor. The door to the lift opened and there in front of her stood the man dressed in white. The women couldn’t move from her spot as fear had taken over her. Her eyes stayed glued to the man.

She didn’t realize all the people going passed her into the lift. Before she knew it, the door closed, and the lift fell seven floors killing everyone instantly.

Only one body wasn’t accounted for… the man dressed in white….

SCREAMING TUNNEL

There is a tunnel under the old railroad tracks just to the west of the Queen Elizabeth Way in Niagara Falls. It is known locally as the Screaming Tunnel. A path wanders through the tunnel and then up to an empty field on the hill. But the field was not always empty.

At one time, a large farm house stood in the field at the top of the hill, and in it lived a happy family. Then one night, the house caught fire. A young daughter was trapped in the house, and the only way to escape was through a wall of flames. The brave young girl covered her face with her arms and ran into the fiery doorway. Her long hair and her long nightgown began to smolder as she burst through the flames and rushed out of the house.

When the night air struck her smoldering clothing, it burst into flames, enveloping the girl in a raging inferno. The girl screamed in agony and ran blindly down the hill, away from the fire-stricken house. She staggered into the tunnel under the train tracks, her screams echoing and re-echoing through the night. Overcome by the flames, the girl fell to the floor of the tunnel, wailing in agony. She rolled frantically on the floor of the tunnel, trying to douse the flames, but her efforts were weak and ineffective. She was quickly overcome, and burned to death in the tunnel under the tracks.

After that night, anyone that dares strike a match in the tunnel under the tracks will hear the agonized death screams of the burning girl, and a ghostly wind will instantly blow out the match.

BLOODY MARY

She lived deep in the forest in a tiny cottage and sold herbal remedies for a living. Folks living in the town nearby called her Bloody Mary, and said she was a witch. None dared cross the old crone for fear that their cows would go dry, their food-stores rot away before winter, their children take sick of fever, or any number of terrible things that an angry witch could do to her neighbors.

Then the little girls in the village began to disappear, one by one. No one could find out where they had gone. Grief-stricken families searched the woods,the local buildings, and all the houses and barns, but there was no sign of the missing girls. A few brave souls even went to Bloody Mary's home in the woods to see if the witch had taken the girls, but she denied any knowledge of the disappearances. Still, it was noted that her haggard appearance had changed. She looked younger, more attractive. The neighbors were suspicious, but they could find no proof that the witch had taken their young ones.

Then came the night when the daughter of the miller rose from her bed and walked outside, following an enchanted sound no one else could hear. The miller's wife had a toothache and was sitting up in the kitchen treating the tooth with an herbal remedy when her daughter left the house. She screamed for her husband and followed the girl out of the door. The miller came running in his nightshirt. Together, they tried to restrain the girl, but she kept breaking away from them and heading out of town.

The desperate cries of the miller and his wife woke the neighbors. They came to assist the frantic couple. Suddenly, a sharp-eyed farmer gave a shout and pointed towards a strange light at the edge of the woods. A few townsmen followed him out into the field and saw Bloody Mary standing beside a large oak tree, holding a magic wand that was pointed towards the miller's house. She was glowing with an unearthly light as she set her evil spell upon the miller's daughter.

The townsmen grabbed their guns and their pitchforks and ran toward the witch. When she heard the commotion, Bloody Mary broke off her spell and fled back into the woods. The far-sighted farmer had loaded his gun with silver bullets in case the witch ever came after his daughter. Now he took aim and shot at her. The bullet hit Bloody Mary in the hip and she fell to the ground. The angry townsmen leapt upon her and carried her back into the field, where they built a huge bonfire and burned her at the stake.

As she burned, Bloody Mary screamed a curse at the villagers. If anyone mentioned her name aloud before a mirror, she would send her spirit to revenge herself upon them for her terrible death. When she was dead, the villagers went to the house in the wood and found the unmarked graves of the little girls the evil witch had murdered. She had used their blood to make her young again.

From that day to this, anyone foolish enough to chant Bloody Mary's name three times before a darkened mirror will summon the vengeful spirit of the witch. It is said that she will tear their bodies to pieces and rip their souls from their mutilated bodies. The souls of these unfortunate ones will burn in torment as Bloody Mary once was burned, and they will be trapped forever in the mirror.

Abigail Come Play

Abigail Come Play

A little girl named Abigail who lived in Plymouth, Massachusetts was brutally murdered back in the 1800′s. Her father was a fisherman and was away a lot of the time. Abigail never had a good relationship with her mother, but when he father left things got much worse and her mother became very abusive. Abigail always feared her father leaving because she was afraid of what her mother might do.

A few years went by when one day her fears became a reality when her father didn’t return from one of his fishing trips. Abigail’s mother blamed the poor girl for her father’s dissappearance and took her anger out on the child. One night, in a fit of rage, she stabbed the little girl and murdered her.

Legend has it that if you stand in the street in front of Abigail’s house and say "Abigail, Come Out to Play" you will see the figure of the little girl standing in the window looking towards the water for her fathers ship to return.

WELCOME TO URBAN LEGENDS

we all know that the world we live in is full of secrets,some discovered some not and paranormal activities are such things that no one can explain it scientifically,believing in paranormal stuff is hard,its all about experiencing it,the one who experienced it believes in it and the other does not.well this blogspot will consist of some bone chilling urban legend stories so be ready