Hand-licking Fiend

Contributed by Sam

A young woman in her twenties, named Diana, lived in the outer suburbs of Melbourne. She lived in a single flat by herself, except for a very large, friendly labrador called Roger. Diana and Roger were very close. Roger would always sleep beside Diana's bed, and if she ever woke up in the middle of the night, Roger would lick her hand. This would calm her down, and within a few minutes she would fall back to sleep.

One night in June, a loud crashing noise woke her up. She stuck out her hand. It was licked, and Diana, reassured, fell back to sleep. In the morning Diana got out of bed and went to have a shower. She opened the bathroom door, stared for a moment, then ran screaming and called the police. For in the bath was the bloody torn remains of Roger. And written on the wall in blood was: HUMANS CAN LICK HANDS TOO.

Lights Out

Contributed by Merkin

There is a similar story to this about a young woman in New York who shared a flat with another girl. The second girl stayed in one evening while the first went out on the town. She left her coat at home and came back to get it. Not wanting to disturb her friend, she didn't bother turning the lights on and fetched her coat in the dark. On returning late at night she found her friend butchered on the floor, and written on the walls in her blood "I bet you're glad you didn't turn on the lights"

Midnight Flash

Contributed by RavensCross

A woman shared a flat with her roommate. They had separate rooms, but her roommate was known to take things from room to room. Anyway, she went out one night and came back late. Not wanting to wake her roommate, she didn't switch on the lights. She needed something (a face mask or something) and it was in her roommates room. She went in and searched in the dark, bumping an instant camera, which flashed, blinding her. She grabbed the camera and left the room, hoping that she didn't wake her roommate, and decided to get the item in the morning. When she woke up the next day, she saw the camera by the bed and the picture that it had taken. It showed a man in a balaclava holding his hand over her roommates mouth,and the look of horror in the roommate's eyes.

French Holiday

Contributed by Rickshaw Splat

When at school a friend told me the story of a couple, known to his cousin, who went on a driving holiday through France, stopping at various places along the way. One night, whilst driving through some woods, the man stopped the car in a lay-by to relieve himself. He said he would not be long, and disappeared behind a tree. Time passed, and the girl began to wonder why her boyfriend was taking so long. She looked around but could see nothing. She opened the car window and shouted to him, but there was no reply. Feeling a bit apprehensive, she closed the window.

She was just about to open the car door when she heard a single thump on the car roof. Frightened, she quickly locked the doors. She looked around out of all the windows but could see nothing. She then heard a steady, soft thumping noise on the roof. She thought that it might be her boyfriend trying to scare her, but it was not like him to do such a thing and she was too scared to check. At that point a car approached and slowed down beside her. She was about to wind down the window to call for help when the car sped off at high speed. Again she heard the thumping noise on the roof, now getting slightly harder. A police car then pulled up some way from their car and, using a bullhorn, spoke to the girl. The police instructed her in broken English to open the car door, get out quickly and walk towards them without looking back.

She did as instructed, and was almost at the police car when she was overcome by curiosity. She looked back over her shoulder towards the car. What she saw was a man crouched on their car roof with a wide smile on his face. He was gently banging the car roof with a wooden stake with her boyfriend's head impaled on the end of it. The murderer had escaped from a local mental institution. The car that passed earlier had seen him and called the police, who were actually searching the area for him. The girl is unable to get into a car to this day.

Crack Baby

Contributed by Merkin

My sister's co-worker had a sister in Texas, who with her husband was planning a weekend trip across the border for a shopping spree. At the last minute their baby sitter cancelled, so they were stuck taking their two-year old son with them.

They had been across the border for about an hour when the baby got free and ran around the corner. The mother went chasing, but the boy had disappeared. The mother found a police officer, who told her to go to the gate and wait. Not really understanding the instructions, she did as she was instructed.

About 45 minutes later, a man approached the border carrying the boy. The mother ran to him, grateful that he had been found. When the man realized it was the boy's mother, he dropped the boy and ran himself. The police were waiting for him and got him. The boy, dead in the 45 minutes he was missing, was cut open, ALL of his insides removed and his body cavity stuffed with COCAINE. The man was going to carry him across the border as if he were asleep. A two year old boy, dead, discarded as if he were a piece of trash for somebody's cocaine.

Contributed by Colonel Sellers

A legend unique to the town of Fontana, California, USA. Our story is set in the quiet years of this boomtown, when everybody knew everybody, and nothing bad ever happened to anyone.

But tragedy knows no boundaries. One fine afternoon, a young girl by the name of Mary was playing in the trees behind her elementary school. Some accounts say that she was outside the fence during school hours, when she should have been in the playground. Other folks say it was immediately before or after school. All accounts agree that there were plenty of witnesses to the horror which would take her fragile life.

In front of many of her schoolmates, sweet young Mary slipped. She became unbalanced, and plummeted toward the ground. She became inverted during her fall, and scraped and slammed into branches all the way down. When the dust had settled, the tree was a bloody, scarred wreck. Young Mary's body lied broken and lifeless at its roots.

The story of Mary's fate lives on at that school, as younger students are drawn over to the very same tree by older students, who heard this story from those who passed before them. The story of Mary's terrible fall is imparted to all, as well as the fate of Mary's tortured soul. Unable to find rest, the story goes, Bloody Mary's ghost still roams the neighborhood. And on a night with a full moon, if you dare, you can invoke Mary's spirit. Simply go into the bathroom, turn off all the lights, and repeat "Bloody Mary" three times as you face the mirror. Many students swear they saw the image of Mary appear in their mirrors, her face as battered and bloody as it was that final, fateful day.

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