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All you've got to do is share urban legends, either they be native to your country, or just something that struck your attention the most. I'll start first.





The tale begins with a young teenage girl, who was hired by a couple to babysit for an afternoon while they are off at a party with friends. The father greets her with a welcome smile, and takes her upstairs to meet the baby and the mother. The mother, who was very anxious about leaving her new child alone even for a little while, is introduced to the babysitter by her husband. The mother, still nervous, is reassured by her husband as they head downstairs to leave.


The mother gives the young teen a list of do's and don'ts while they are out. The teen says everything will be alright. Once the couple leaves the house, the sitter can relax at last. She puts on some music, and sits down in a chair. The baby is asleep at the moment, so the sitter gets her purse and rummages through it. She makes herself even more comfortable when after going through her bag, and takes a small dose of LSD.


An hour passes, and the couple are still at the party. The mother decides to check up on the babysitter, so she calls the house. Back at home, the phone rings and the sitter answers it, trying as best as she can to keep herself together as the drug has taken effect. The mom asks how everything is going. The sitter says everything is alright. She says she even put a turkey in the oven for dinner. The mother is immediately alarmed.


"What turkey?" She asked.


She is then cut off when the sitter abruptly hangs up the phone. The mom is struck with fear.


More time passes and the sitter lets the drug take its toll on her mind. Time seems still, until the couple rush through the front door. They immediately ask about the baby. The mother runs upstairs to the nursery while the father asks the sitter what's going on. Then, he smells something in the kitchen.


The mother runs to the crib and looks inside. The baby is nowhere to be found. The father runs into the kitchen, opens the oven, and and screams in horror by what he views. His child lies in the oven, roasted and lifeless.




Okay, your turn.

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They say he had  the power to bring people back from the dead....

Seeking eternal life too, and almost succeeded. If not for his greedy desciple.

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( This one is slightly adult )

In Mexico, there's a new craze in drug mules being used to get the merchandise across the border undetected:


No one checks a coffin at baggage claim, and the customs office certainly isn't going to open up someones grandma for a peek. 

The owners of the mortuaries know this, but keep tight lipped about it due to kick backs from the seedy operation. 


- From Bloody Mary and Others ( Book I have )

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Humans can lick too





Once there was a nice old lady who had a lovely little dog. One day, the old lady heard on the radio that a crazy murderer had escaped from jail and that she should lock all her doors and windows. So she locked every door and window in the house except one tiny one to let some air in. She thought that a murderer would never get in through there.


So that night she went to bed as usual. She knew everything was okay because when she put down her hand the dog licked it. But later in the night she heard a drip, drip, drip. She put her hand down and the dog licked it and everything was okay, so she went downstairs to check out the tap. But the tap wasn't dripping. So she went to bed again. And everything was okay. She woke up again later in the night, though, so she thought the dripping sound must be coming from the shower. She went into the bathroom, and there was her dog, dead, hanging in the shower, dripping with blood, all its intestines hanging out.


Written on the mirror was: "Humans can lick, too!"



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When you’re working the night shift at an all-night diner, be careful taking out the trash.


When you go outside… Out where the dumpster is… It’s kind of dark out there.


You’re not afraid? Well I am. Especially after… Well, you know.


You don’t remember? It was all over the news.


I probably shouldn’t tell you. It would ruin the night shift for you.


You mean you’ve never heard the story of the “Hash-Slinging Slasher?”


The Slash-Bringing Hasher? The Sash-Ringing Flasher? The Trash-Singing Basher. The Mash-Flinging Dasher? The Flash-Stringing Gasher? The Crash-Dinging Masher?


The Hash-Slinging Slasher, yes. But most people just call him “The Ha-AAAAAAARGH!” because that’s all they have time to say before he gets them.


Years ago at this very diner, the Hash-Slinging Slasher used to be a fry cook – just like you – only clumsier. And then, one night, when he was cutting the patties… It happened.


He cut off his own hand by mistake.


He replaced his hand with a rusty spatula and then he got hit by a bus and at his funeral, they fired him.


So now, every Tuesday night, his ghost returns to the restaurant to wreak his horrible vengeance.


And tonight is Tuesday night! He’ll be coming.


There are three signs that signal the approach of the Hash-Slinging Slasher:


First, the lights will flicker on and off.


Next, the phone will ring and there will be nobody there.


And finally, the Hash-Slinging Slasher arrives in the ghost of the bus that ran him over. Then he exits the bus and crosses the street without looking both ways because he’s already dead. Then he taps on the window with his grizzly spatula hand. He opens the door. He slowly approaches the counter…


And do you know what he does next?


You really want to know?


Are you sure you want to know?


He gets ya!

Edited by Noel Vermilion

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( no one is taking this seriously. )


Mary worked for a hospital mental ward for several years. young, about 23, and very pretty, Mary had one love: HERSELF.  Very vain, Mary would primp in her mirror for hours, adjusting makeup, brushing her dark hair, applying different contacts. 

Mary took great pride in her appearance, and naturally it made her somewhat of a bitch but her friends didn't tell her: with her looks,Mary got all the best tables, the fastest service, so best to hush and go along with anything she did or said, no matter how insulting or vain it was.

It all came to an end rather quickly: Mary had slept with the wrong doctor, and his wife came to pay a call, enraged. 

Unstable, the woman shattered Mary's hall mirror, an ornate thing looking like something out of Snow White.

Mary lost it: hours later, when the police were summoned by a neighbor after screams had resounded from the house, they found Mary, lots of blood...

And very little of the doctors wife. 

She was detained, but they made the mistake of giving her a mirror to fix her makeup: in a flash, there goes the mirror, and Mary slit her own throat. 

But that's not the end. 

Mary lives on, lurking behind the reflections, stealing images and murdering those who dare mock her. 

Behind the mirror lies another realm, a twisted reality of pain and suffering, with mirrors being the portals out, looking glasses that show not a reflection, but our world. 

Some call Mary: they think its a joke. They stay in darkness, already a danger for your reflection, and mock Mary by calling her " Bloody Mary". 

Three is the magic number: that invites her, and once she's in..

She won't leave till you're dead. 

If you think it's a joke, look it up: the 24,000 google hits will tell you the tainted truth. 


( copied off facebook )

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Here's another scary one. This one's actually a game. So if you decide to play it,play at your own risk.


The Midnight Game





It is highly recommended that you DO NOT play the Midnight Game.


However, for those few thrill seekers searching for a rush, these are the simple instructions on how to play. Do so at your own risk.




-PREREQUISITES: It must be exactly 12:00AM when you begin performing the ritual, otherwise it will not work. The materials required include a candle, a wooden door, at least one drop of your own blood, a piece of paper, matches or a lighter, and salt. If you are playing with multiple people, they will all need their own of the aforementioned materials and will have to perform the steps below separately.


Write your full name (first, middle, and last) on a piece of paper and put at least one drop of blood on the same paper. Allow it to soak in.


Turn off all the lights in the house. Go to your door and place the paper with your name in front of it. Take the candle and light it. Afterward, place the candle on top of the paper with your name.


Knock on your own door 22 times (the hour MUST be 12:00AM upon the final knock), then open the door, blow out the candle, and close the door. You have just allowed the "Midnight Man" into your home.


Immediately relight your candle.


This is where the game begins. You must now lurk around your completely dark house with the lit candle in hand. Your goal is to avoid the Midnight Man at all costs until exactly 3:33AM.


Should your candle ever go out, it is because the Midnight Man is near you. You must relight your candle within the next ten seconds. If you are unsuccessful in relighting the candle, you must immediately surround yourself with a circle of salt.


If you are unsuccessful in both of these, the Midnight Man will induce a hallucination of your greatest fear until 3:33AM. If you are successful in relighting the candle, you may proceed. If you are successful in creating the circle of salt, you must remain within the circle until 3:33AM.


You must continue until 3:33AM without being attacked by the Midnight Man or being trapped within the circle of salt to win the Midnight Game. The Midnight Man will leave at 3:33AM and you will be safe to proceed with your morning.


Staying in one spot the entire game will only result in the Midnight Man finding you. It is highly advised you continue moving throughout the game.


  DO NOT turn on any lights during the Midnight Game.

  DO NOT use a flashlight during the Midnight Game.

  DO NOT go to sleep during the Midnight Game.

  DO NOT use another person's blood on your name.

  DO NOT use a lighter to substitute for a candle. It will not work.

  DEFINITELY DO NOT attempt to provoke the Midnight Man in ANY WAY.


That is all. Have fun.



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