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Post by Lolli on Oct 21, 2010 17:28:38 GMT
As Halloween is fastly approaching I decided I'd contribute something a little festive to the forum.
I'm sure you've all heard of urban legends. They were pretty popular when I was young and I think it would be nice if we all shared our favourite tales with the other members.
One of the most popular ones when I was young was the terrifying tale of Three Fingered Mary.
(OK, not so terrifying then.)
So the story goes as follows: A young woman named Mary suffered a terrible accident leading to the loss of her thumb and a finger. As if to rub salt in her wounds, she fell into a well and drowned to death. Hundreds of years later my school was built atop the place of her death and she was said to haunt the halls. If one were to chant her name before a mirror three times, she would appear and slice your fingers off.
It's an odd variation of the Bloody Mary story but it kept us entertained for hours.
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Post by Kiryū Kazuma on Oct 21, 2010 21:54:58 GMT
I heard the bloody mary one aswell but over here it was a case of say name in mirror 3 times then you would notice your eyes bleeding turn round and she'd be there
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Post by blacky on Oct 21, 2010 22:38:46 GMT
It's funny that you menction Bloody Mary because I used that as basis for an animation project on my first year of my course, it's pretty basic but it might be worth putting online for halloween
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Post by Lolli on Oct 22, 2010 9:21:23 GMT
Go ahead and upload it, I'd love to see what you did with that ;D
Another one I'm fond of is the story of a married couple driving home one stormy night. Their car breaks down in the middle of a deserted road and the husband leaves to go and find help. Time passes by but he doesn't return, so the woman becomes wary locked in the car all by herself. Eventually there's a dull thudding on the roof but she's too scared to get out and look so instead she sits there and listenes to the thudding. Soon after bright headlights shine through the windscreen as police cars line the road ahead. A police officer calls to her through a megaphone, telling her to slowly leave the car and walk towards him without looking back but, tempted, the woman glances behind to see her husband's head being bashed against the roof of the car by a crazed mad man.
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Post by Tabris on Oct 23, 2010 19:03:17 GMT
Lolz Bloody Mary. That one even hit my elementary school and I lived in a village of 400 people (it's even less now!).
I remember me and 3 of my classmates in grade 5 tried it. We went into our gym bathrooms in pitch black and said bloody mary 3 times.
The weird part is after we all said it there was a flash of green light in the corner of the bathroom. It scared the SHIT out of us and we all ran out of the bathroom screaming into the hallway. Not like any of us expected anything to happen.
That was awesome. Who knows what it was, if anything. It was certainly distinct and we all seen it. Whooooooo knows.
Just thought I'd throw that story on the table since Blood Mary has been mentioned.
I can't really think of any urban legends from the city I live in.
Although this one time... James Cameron came to our oil sands... woooo spooookkkkkkyyyyy
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Post by Cenobite, that cute pariah on Oct 24, 2010 17:12:16 GMT
Go ahead and upload it, I'd love to see what you did with that ;D Another one I'm fond of is the story of a married couple driving home one stormy night. Their car breaks down in the middle of a deserted road and the husband leaves to go and find help. Time passes by but he doesn't return, so the woman becomes wary locked in the car all by herself. Eventually there's a dull thudding on the roof but she's too scared to get out and look so instead she sits there and listenes to the thudding. Soon after bright headlights shine through the windscreen as police cars line the road ahead. A police officer calls to her through a megaphone, telling her to slowly leave the car and walk towards him without looking back but, tempted, the woman glances behind to see her husband's head being bashed against the roof of the car by a crazed mad man. The version I heard was that the car broke down under a tree, and the sound is a scraping rather then a thudding. When she turns, she sees her husband hanging from a noose on a tree branch, and the sound was the tip of his shoes swaying against the car roof. A favorite of mine involves a teenage girl, her parents away for the weekend. The only other company she has is her dog. That night there's a thunderstorm which scares her. She goes to bed, and the dog sleeps next to her bed. Whenever a thunderclap startles her, she reaches her hand out, and the dog licks it. It comforts her and she falls asleep. The next morning she gets up and sees that the dog has already woken and wandered off somewhere. She heads to the bathroom to freshen up. When she pulls the shower curtain, she sees the dog, dead, hanging from a hook attached to the shower head. Written on the shower wall, in the dog's blood, is "People can lick too"
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Post by mr. worncoat on Nov 23, 2010 1:08:59 GMT
A bit off from Halloween, but there's a local story about a place over in York, PA called the Seven Gates. The story goes that way back when, there was a mental asylum located deep in the woods for the criminally insane. One day, the patients got out, and, due to the isolation of the institution, were able to spread out pretty far after turning on the staff. The police were called in and there was a wholesale slaughter on those who couldn't be easily subdued. The place was then shut down, and neglected.
Now, Seven Gates comes from the seven gates that surrounded the area. The story continues to go that if, on any given night, a person were to go sneak through these gates, their life would be potentially forfeit by means of the corrupted souls whose influence reaches its height at the very center of the facility. It is also said that it stretches into the sewers splayed out underground. Apparantly, things have happened, but, in recent times, the town has had enough of people trying to get inside, so it's been undergoing procedures for developmental properties. But who knows, who knows..
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Post by Judas on Dec 17, 2010 7:15:57 GMT
The weird part is after we all said it there was a flash of green light in the corner of the bathroom. It scared the SHIT out of us and we all ran out of the bathroom screaming into the hallway. Not like any of us expected anything to happen. It's funny you should say that. As a young child I was in my bathroom washing my hands. The light was broken so it was very dark. All of a sudden a ball of light burst behind me (mine was blue). Thoroughly frightened, I ran downstairs, asking someone to come back up and investigate with me. Only my five year old little sister did. So we went up to the bathroom. I faced the mirror and she faced behind me. I told her to tell me if she saw a "monster." After a few moments, the burst of light actually returned and she started screaming about a monster. Nothing happened again after that but I still thought it was really strange, and oddly similar to your story, tabris.
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Post by Wolfus on Feb 14, 2011 13:14:40 GMT
In village I used to live with my parents happened strange thing and it will probably become urban legend in some time. 20 years ago one man went mad and killed his two sons with an axe. He also tried to hack his wife, but she escaped and called police. They found him dead in barn - he hung himself. Short time after these events, woman moved from the house, because of "ghost of her husband". Nobody laughed, because everybody thought that "ghost" was just a trauma from that horrible assault. She sold the house to one about 40-years old worker with no family - lets call him Joe. One evening we sat in pub (that worker, my friend Mark and me) and we talked about movies. Suddenly Mark got an idea to film short horror movie in Joe's barn. He refused very wildly, so we became curious and asked him why not. He said: "Some nights I hear him swinging there on his rope." We were speechles, so he thought we believe so he added: "And he calls my name!". We burst to laugh like crazy and went home. Half year later, they found him dead in his barn. He hung himself. I still feel guilty. Woman, who survived axe-attack still lives and recovered well (except nasty scan on forehead). So, this is where urban legends come from.
I hope my terrible english did not kill the story.
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Post by Toadkiller Dog on May 23, 2011 16:41:40 GMT
I have a story I've only told to a few other people, because no one believes me about it.
The most horrifyingly scary experience in my 27 years of life came when I was about 14-15. I used to hang out with a guy named Jeremy constantly, we were almost always together, really good friends. He lived in a little town a bit away from where I'm at now called Fosterburg. The back half of this town was mostly farms and wooded areas, more or less "the country", as we called it then. His nearest neighbor was about 10 minutes away, if walking on foot.
During the summers we'd take turns spending the night at one another's houses nearly every night. He'd stay at mine for a night, and the next I'd stay at his. We'd often walk back and fourth between our houses, even though it was about an hour and a half of a walk. Our favorite thing to do was stay up all night playing video games, usually RPGS (This was during the 16 bit era, SNES times. Going into the N64 times.) And when we'd get bored or one of us had been playing too long we'd often sneak out of his house and go "exploring".
As I said he lived in a pretty rural area, so there was always somewhere new to go. We'd often grab up some flashlights and bring a stick/bat or a knife with us and go exploring into the back woods.
On this particular night we'd left around 3am or so. We were crossing through a cornfield cracking dirty jokes the whole time when we came to a clearing leading into a new set of woods we'd never been into. So we decided to go ahead and check it out. The woods were thick, and dawn was starting to show slightly, a bit of light was coming out when we'd made it pretty far in. We decided we should probably start heading back home to make sure we snuck back in before his parents got up for work and noticed us missing. We'd probably spent about a good hour or so getting this far.
As we were turning around to go back though Jeremy noticed what looked like a little, and I mean very little shack a hundred or so feet in front of us. He mentioned consideration to explore it, but I was started to get a bad feeling thinking about it. It kinda creeped me out. We instead decided we'd just explore for 10-15 minutes or so around it, and then leave, maybe come back later in full daylight. Dusk was coming, but it was still pretty dark, though we could see to navigate through the woods without the need of the flashlights now. (Of course even in full daylight it's always still darker in dense woods due to the canopy overhead.)
So we went snooping a bit, taking in the little shack. It was rickety looking, it had two windows, one was almost entirely broken out, some of the glass even still on the ground outside. We were taking in the side of the place, it was rectangular shaped, the door wasn't on our side. We were being pretty quiet, because for whatever reason our overactive imaginations kept assuming someone was inside the thing sleeping or something.
We stepped around to the side that would be the front of the shack, with the door. And there was a little clearing several feet in front of us. There was a big tree stump, and a man was sitting on it. This immediately made us halt and barely breathe. He didn't seem to notice us. It was still pretty dark, as I'd said so it was hard to make out a whole, whole lot, but the guy looked pretty tall and kind of broad shouldered.
We stood there staring for a few seconds, unsure of how to retreat without making enough noise to alert the guy. I was wondering how he hadn't noticed us yet already actually. The guy stood up suddenly though and turned around toward us. He was GIGANTIC, his legs seemed abnormally long and he stood seriously taller than the shack, which had to have been at least 7 and a half feet tall itself.
The guy didn't move at first, but he was holding a wood cutting axe and all of a sudden he let out the most horrible sounding moan I've ever heard in real life. Like that of tremendous anguish. And we began to smell something rotten, like roadkill and a rotten egg mixed together. He took two steps forward, closing a lot of distance quickly, and we starting running.
We ran near blindly back through the woods, not even caring where we came out at, as long as it lead us back to Jeremy's house.
We got back panting and wheezing and just stared at each other both us thinking the same thing, which we discussed, "Did that really just happen?" Jeremy realized then that in our hurry to escape the woods he'd dropped and lost his pocket knife somewhere along the way.
Ok, that was creepy, and neither of us slept much that next night. But two days later we were walking from my house to his and when we got to his front yard he mentioned that the air smelt "shitty". It smelled of rot, like what we'd smelled near the shack in the woods. We got close to the house and noticed a pocket knife sticking out of the tree closest to the house. The very same one Jeremy had lost in the woods.
That shook me up for a long time, I had a lot of trouble sleeping for weeks, because I'd keep seeing that inhumanly tall man stepping toward me, and recall the rank smell that suddenly hit us along with the terrible moaning sound the man let out. Scared the shit out of me, still probably the absolute scariest moment in my life.
Dunno what the guy was, who he was, and we never saw him again. We did go back near the shack again once in the daylight a month or so later. My girlfriend at the time heard the story from Jeremy and thought it was a crock of crap to scare here. So we took her out to see the shack. We didn't stick around long enough for anything to happen, if it would have. But on our way back she said the atmosphere of the place really creeped her out and she just wanted to get back home.
Dunno if you'd call this an urban legend, but I'll personally never forget it, and as I've been typing this I've had goosebumps almost the entire time and have been looking over my shoulder, lol.
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Post by Kiryū Kazuma on May 23, 2011 22:43:01 GMT
reading that dude was spine tingling
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Post by Toadkiller Dog on May 24, 2011 1:01:49 GMT
reading that dude was spine tingling It certainly scared the shit out of me as a teen. Luckily I have a fairly decent writing ability and could accurately portray what happened.
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Post by mr. worncoat on Jun 3, 2011 18:35:23 GMT
reading that dude was spine tingling Ditto. Congrats on not getting axed by the tall creature from the void. Although if it returned the knife, maybe it was friendly. Ever think of going back with snacks?
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