Campfire Stories (Urban Legends) Thread

[Shinnen]

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So, Urban Legends and campfire stories, that certainly brings up some interest, doesn't it? In every country or even every village in the world there are always tales and stories about believes and supernatural that are told by elders to scare the wits out of youngsters or even passed on through word of mouth. I'm guessing that many kittens here have stories to tell about urban legends and believes from their own country, here's where to share these nice stories.



Here's one from Malaysia



Many people who frequently travel late evenings to the Genting Highlands Resort have complaint of disturbances when they travel through the tunnel along the highway to the resort. When interviewed, locals in the area said that if your car broke down in the middle of the tunnel in late evenings till the wee hours of the morning, do not get out of the car, use a mobile phone if possible to alert the police. The most famous tale of the tunnels horrifying history happened only several years back.



A couple was making their way to a night of escaping the scorching heat of the city, at the Genting Highlands Resort. As they neared the tunnel, the girl told her boyfriend regarding a rumor that she had heard from friends. Her boyfriend told her that her friends were just yanking her chains and trying to scare her, because there were no such thing as ghosts or undead. He told her to relax, look forward to reaching the resort and enjoy the next 20 minutes of the car ride, as he turned on the radio to listen to the station.



The moment they entered the tunnel, the lights of the tunnel flickered and towards the end of the tunnel, the car sputtered and the engine died. Failing to restart the car, the boyfriend told the girl to sit in the car and lock the door while he went down to the front to check under the hood. Despite his girlfriend’s plea not to leave the car, he went out.



“No matter what happens, don’t come out, okay?” the boyfriend said before slamming the door shut.



The girl immediately locked the doors and took up her phone, to her relieve there was reception and she called the police.



After 5 minutes of silence, the girl called out to her boyfriend knowing that he could hear her from the front of the car if she talked loud enough. But there was no reply or movement from under the hood. Suddenly there was a loud thump; something hard fell on the car roof and a thick red liquid trickled down the windshield. She was on the verge of panic.



“Ma’am! Please leave the car and walk towards us!” an urgent voice from a megaphone called out to her. She turned around and saw that about 50 meters away, a police car, 3 cops pointing rifles and machine guns at her direction, poised to shoot. The fourth cop was the one who was on the megaphone. She saw that the cops were frightened but she didn’t move.



“Please ma’am! You have to leave the car immediately! Run towards us and don’t look back!” fear was laced in his voice, making it crack a little, belying the fact that these officers were trained to brave any situation. But being in an empty tunnel and so scared, it made her listen and start moving.



She opened the car door and started running towards the cops, but she shouted to them that her boyfriend was still in front of the car trying to fix it. The cops didn’t answer her that and just yelled for her to keep running and not turn back to see. The lights in the tunnel kept flickering, this time worst. A few feet away from the cops, she couldn’t stand it anymore, she had to turn back to see where her boyfriend was.



Suddenly it felt like everything was moving in slow motion as she turned back. A couple of cops were running to get her to safety. There on the hood of the car was a creature which looked like a slightly decomposed woman dressed in white with scars all over the dead flesh of her face. She was dressed in a white nightgown, with deformed hands that looked more like an animal’s claw. Her face was hideous, her mouth dripping bright crimson red with what looked like blood and pieces of flesh. She grinned showing contempt and anger in her expression and a mouthful of fangs rather than teeth. In one of her hand, she held the half eaten head of the boyfriend. On top of the car, his body with sections of it eaten. The girl screamed and blacked out.



According to the local folks, the creature wasn’t a vampire, it wasn’t a ghost. No one knew how that creature came about to this area, few believed when the story was told. But the police have found that if they stayed far enough from the creature… it couldn’t harm them, it tempted it’s victims from their cars and ate them alive, muting them first.



I drove through that tunnel many times, but always in the daytime. I don’t think I’d wanna try going through there at night, better safe than sorry

CheerZ

Shinnen



Who cares how tall your lover is ... height doesn't matter in bed



For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it

Edited by: Shinnen at: 5/8/03 1:45:20 am

[oneyedchicklet]

Cool thread Shinnen. I come from New Jersey and we have so many urban legends and strange occurances here that we have a magazine that comes out three times a year called "Weird NJ" www.weirdnj.com

Everytime it comes out, I sit for hours reading it from cover to cover. When I'm done, I send it to my mom and she laughs. Its got many stories of urban legends in it and stories of the many abandoned pyschatric hospitals. Those are pretty cool. The only thing is every time I read the magazine, I get the urge to take a road trip and try and find some of these places.



One urban legend from around here is called Annie's Road. The story goes that a girl named Annie was stood up the night of her prom and was walking the road in her white prom dress and was struck and killed by a car. The road is very dark and runs along the river and on the other side is a very large cemetery. People have claimed that when you drive down the road and turn your lights off, Annie will be in the car to warn you of the danger. They also claim that their is blood on the road from where she was hit and even after they pave the road, the blood shows up again. Conveniently, the "blood" is the same color of the paint on my aunts fence who lives about a block from that road. My cousin has a strange sense of humor. Actually what its all about is where the cemetery starts on this road is a very bad turn and the first grave visible from the road is very old and all that is legible on the tombstone is the word "Annie". I drove the ambulance as a volunteer for 15 years in this town and saw many accidents at that part of the road. No fatalities though.

My grandfather was chief of police and everytime there was an accident there, he'd dispatch a squad car and the ambulance because "Annie caused another one".



One of the biggest New Jersey legends is that Jimmy Hoffa, president of the Teamsters Union who dissappeared in the 70's and was never found was killed by the mafia and is buried in Giants Stadium. Who knows, when he dissappeared, the construction was just beginning on the stadium and there were a lot of mob connections in the financing of construction workers. I'm just waiting for the day that they change the name from Giants Stadium to Jimmy Hoffa Stadium.



Love to All,

Barb

I'd sacrifice all those nights if I could make the earth and my dreams the same. The only difference is to let love replace all our hate. So lets go there, lets make our escape.

[Gatito Grande]

The following is a ghost story that's in my family (distant relations!):



In Fredericksburg, Virginia, there's a plantation called "Fall Hill." It sits on the Rappohannock River (sp? I'm from the California branch of the family, pardon any factual errors!), right by where Young George Washington supposedly threw a silver dollar (pound??) across it.



Anyway, the family that built Fall Hill (1700s) supposedly had a Native American governess for the children, named Katina. She was a faithful servant (dear lord, she could have been a slave, I don't really know), and is buried somewhere on the property.



The ghost story part goes like this: many years after Katina's death, the children of the then-current owners built a canoe. The only thing is, they (stupidly) built it in an upstairs room, finding out after completing it that it was too big to get it out through the door.



Still pondering the problem, the children fell into a troubled sleep in their "workshop." They were awakened by ghostly apparition (let's make the stereotype complete, and say she was wearing buckskin and long braids) beckoning them to follow her. Still beckoning, she walked right into a wall and disappeared.



The following morning, the children weren't sure what they seen---had it been a dream? Only they all dreamed the same thing (shades of After Life). Retracing their experience (and the ghost's "steps"), they went over to the wall where she disappeared. Knocking on the wall, under the wallpaper, they discovered it was hollow. Removing the wallpaper (were they ever risking a whuppin'!), they discovered . . . a door. And not just any door, mind you, but a special *wide* door, that had been used when their workshop used to be the nursery, and then later covered over. Used by Katina. A door (needless to say!) wide enough to extract the canoe.



Isn't that sweet?



Anyway, Katina had been seen any number of times thereafter, especially in the old nursery, but elsewhere in Fall Hill as well. The house's current owner in 1975 (when we, the poor California relations, visited), an ancient woman, claimed to have seen her a couple of times. My 13 year-old self was nervous, but excited, to spend the night there, but I didn't see her (we were just downstairs, though, as the upstairs---inc. the nursery---were off-limits: I believe rented out). Nevertheless, it's a fond memory I have. Fall Hill was a beautiful spot (my brother and I went inner-tubing on the river, on whose banks the property had a front).



If there are any Virginia Kittens, maybe they know what happened to Fall Hill. At one point, it was going to be left to the State of VA, and then not, and then I lost track of it.



GG Needless to say, I think that the "plantation system" was heinous, and if anybody deserves to own Fall Hill (other than the government), it should be Katina's and/or any other "involuntary servants" descendants, and not my White Trash family (not that the "California Gatitos" were ever in the running!) Out

[xita]

The only one I ever thought was real was the one where some girl in my dorm said told us a story of what happened there years ago. A girl went to a party and when she came back she didn't want to wake her roomate and she went to bed without turning on the light. When she woke up she found the girl dead and the killer had written on the wall, "it's a good thing you didn't turn on the light."



It wasn't till I talked to a friend in another college who told me the exact same story, that I realized this was an urban legend. Usually urban legends to me are told as that and everyone knows it is bs. This was the only one I ever took for being real. This was back in 1990 btw.

[voxanglsm]

Of all the stories on this page to pick to read, why why why did I pick yours, xita? Even if it is an urban legend. I'm a wimp. Fortunately, I only have one more night in my dorm room. And I'm locking the door and checking it twice.

"Why do women have such low self-esteem? There are many complex psychological and societal reasons, by which I mean Barbie." -Dave Barry

[maudmac]

I remember believing the Kentucky Fried Rat one when I was a kid. And I remember being honestly consoled by the fact that the Satanists supposedly wanted blond blue-eyed kids to sacrifice and I have brown hair. Yay, I was safe! And, of course, hundreds of thousands of my fellow little trick-or-treaters were being poisoned and mutilated by razor blades in apples. It was a big deal, adults having to inspect all that candy.



All urband legends, of course. And all this before I even knew what urban legends were.



Nowadays, I'm so jaded, I kind of expect every story to be an urban legend. And, every now and then, they get reported as news in otherwise reputable media outlets, so it's hard to tell sometimes. Of course, some of the ones that are really actually true blow my mind.



I love the Urban Legends Reference Pages.



And Mythbusters. (Even though the anticipation is somewhat lessened if you already know whether it's true or not. The whole time they were trying to replicate the conditions under which the guy broke through the glass in the skyscraper and fell, I was shouting at the TV, "No, that really happened! Just go to snopes!")

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i got a dance ain't got no steps  /  i'm gonna let the music move me around

[urnofosiris]

Holley, I am really enjoying all those urban legends. I limited myself to reading the ones that are reported as being true and I've come across three stories of freaky deaths that all supposedly occured on the 16th of August 2003: a doctor getting (partially) decapitated by an elevator, a woman getting elektrocuted while crossing a street in Las Vegas and carnival worker was killed at the Whidbey Island County Fair (about 30 miles northwest of Seattle) after being dragged by a doughnut-shaped Super Loop 2 roller coaster while spraying lubricant on the tracks. The coaster pulled him between 25 and 40 feet into the air (reportedly scalping him in the process), and dropped him back-first onto a fence, killing him.



I don't know about you, but I'm really glad I stayed home that day.