Happened to a friend of a friend
Posted 13 February 2004 - 04:59 PM
Have any new ones?
Posted 13 February 2004 - 06:00 PM
Remember the old urban legend about the office worker who sat dead at his desk for 5 days before anyone noticed?
Apparently, that legend now has come to life:
In January 2004, a Finnish tax auditor did actually lay dead on his desk for 2 days--without notice from his co-workers.
Here's the link to the news article:
And here's the link to Morbid Fact Du Jour, which published the interesting article and commentary on the urban legend:
Posted 14 February 2004 - 11:47 AM
Anyway, how could someone not notice their co-worker dead for two days? I mean, how could you not figure out somebody else sitting at their desk, cold?
Here's one from snopes.com:
Did you hear about the bride that was playing hide-and seek at her wedding reception? She went up into her grandfather's attic, and climbed into a big old trunk. The lid of the trunk came down, knocked her unconsious, and locked. Meanwhile, the family's looking for her. They search for hours, but don't find her. The call the police, and for weeks they search, but don't find the runaway bride. Years later, a maid went up into the attic, looking for something. The maid opens up the big old trunk's lid in the corner of the attic, and screams. There lay the corpse of the hide-and-seek bride!
Posted 15 February 2004 - 08:18 PM
Posted 24 February 2004 - 03:18 PM
Here's one I just remembered I knew (I have such a bad memory!):
Late one night, a college student was driving to her parents house to spend the night. As she turned on the radio, there was an urgent news report. "Attention! A serial killer has now escaped from jail! He will be wearing a ski mask and is carrying a large knife! Be on the lookout for the escaped prisoner."
The news report made the girl shiver. As she stopped at a red light, a red pickup truck came up behind her, and flashed their headlights. The girl didn't really think much of it.
She started down the main road, and stopped at a stopsign. Again, the red pickup was behind her, flashing their headlights. The girl started to wonder if they where following her.
She turned onto a street two blocks from her own. The pickup was behind her. Sharply, she turned onto a different street, to see if they would follow her. The truck did. At another stopsign, the red truck flashed their lights.
When the light turned green, she speed up and headed down her street. As she turned into her parent's driveway, she was really scared. The red pickup parked behind her. Quickly, she ran into the house and told her father what had happened.
They both went outside to ask the pickup drivers what they where doing. A man, about 30 years old said, "Every time you would stop, somebody would come up behind you, and when I flashed my lights, they went down. After awhile, I could tell the person had a knife."
All three of them checked the back of the girl's car, and there was the escaped prisoner, lying dead--he had killed himself.
Posted 03 March 2004 - 08:46 AM
In the late 1890s, 4 rich young Englishmen visiting the excavations at Luxor were invited to buy an exquisitely fashioned mummy case containing the remains of Princess of Amen-Ra.
They drew lots. The man who won paid several thousand pounds and had the coffin taken to his hotel. A few hours later, he was seen walking out towards the desert. He never returned.
The next day, one of the remaining 3 men was shot by an Egyptian servant accidentally. His arm was so severely wounded it had to be amputated.
The third man in the foursome found on his return home that the bank holding his entire savings had failed. The fourth guy suffered a severe illness, lost his job and was reduced to selling matches in the street.
Nevertheless, the coffin reached England (causing other misfortunes along the way), where it was bought by a London businessman.
After 3 of his family members had been injured in a road accident and his house damaged by fire, the businessman donated it to the British Museum.
As the coffin was being unloaded from a truck in the museum courtyard, the truck suddenly went into reverse and trapped a passerby. Then as the casket was being lifted up the stairs by 2 workmen, 1 fell and broke his leg. The other, apparently in perfect health, died unaccountably two days later.
Once the Princess was installed in the Egyptian Room, trouble really started. The Museum's night watchmen frequently heard frantic hammering and sobbing from the coffin. Other exhibits in the room were also often hurled about at night. One watchman died on duty; making the other watchmen wanting to quit. Cleaners refused to go near the Princess too. When a visitor derisively flicked a dustcloth at the face painted on the coffin, his child died of measles soon afterwards.
Finally, the authorities had the mummy carried down to the basement figuring it could not do any harm down there. Within a wk, one of the helpers was seriously ill, and the supervisor of the move was found dead on his desk.
By now, the papers had heard of it. A journalist photographer took a picture of the mummy case and when he developed it, the painting on the coffin was of a horrifying, human face. The photographer was said to have gone home then, locked his bedroom door and shot himself.
Soon afterwards, the museum sold the mummy to a private collector. After continual misfortune (and deaths), the owner banished it to the attic.
A well known authority on the occult, Madame Helena Blavatsky, visited the premises. Upon entry, she was sized with a shivering fit and searched the house for the source of &an evil influence of incredible intensity; She finally came to the attic and found the mummy case.
Can you exorcise this evil spirit? Asked the owner. There is no such thing as exorcism. Evil remains evil forever. Nothing can be done about it. I implore you to get rid of this evil as soon as possible.
But no British museum would take the mummy; the fact that almost 20 people had met with misfortune, disaster or death from handling the casket, in barely 10 years, was now well known.
Eventually, a hardheaded American archaeologist (who dismissed the happenings as quirks of circumstance), paid a handsome price for the mummy and arranged for its removal to New York. In Apr 1912, the new owner escorted its treasure aboard a sparkling, new White Star liner about to make its maiden voyage to New York.
On the night of April 14, amid scenes of unprecedented horror, the Princess of Amen-Ra accompanied 1,500 passengers to their deaths at the bottom of the Atlantic. The name of the ship was of course, the H.M.S. TITANIC. :o :o :o
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Posted 04 March 2004 - 02:21 PM
I've heard of a few stories that are similar, but for the life of me, I can't remember them.
Posted 04 April 2004 - 10:29 AM
Okay, I don't know if this counts as an 'Urban Legend' but I DID hear this from a friend of a friend, so here goes! ;D
She told me that one night, four of her friends were in the windowless bathroom about to play a round with the Ouija board. They lit six black candles to set the mood and gathered around the board. At first, they did all the silly things people normally do, like ask it stupid questions like, "What color underwear I'm a wearing" or "Is my boyfriend cheating on me?" Well, presently, the spirit who was communicating with them got tired of these asinine questions and spelled out, "Let me out". Of course the group replied no, they would not, but immediately, the shower curtain fell down. Screaming, all of them ran out the bathroom as fast as they could. Finally, after an hour of calming themselves down, the bravest one ventured back to the bathroom. In a thin, quivery voice, he said, "Okay, if you're still there, blow out all the candles."
All six candles blew out.
Posted 10 April 2004 - 11:04 AM
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Posted 11 April 2004 - 02:41 AM
But I think I like YOUR version better, loony moon...
Posted 09 May 2004 - 10:00 AM
A few days later, the same lady was waiting for an elevator when one opened. It was almost packed. "There is room for one more," a man said to her, but she shook her head. As the doors closed, she caught a glimpse of a black robed being with a large scythe at the back. "NO, STOP!" she cried, but it was too late. Screams erupted from the elevator and there was a loud bang, and then silence. No one survived the crash.
Posted 09 May 2004 - 10:31 AM
and i've got one of my favorites. the urban legend classic.
"The Babysitter and The Madman"
A young couple living in a large isolated house had gone out to a dinner party one evening and left the baby-sitter in charge of their two children. The children had been put to bed and the baby-sitter was watching the television when the phone rang. She answered but all she heard was a man laughing hysterically and then a voice saying, "I'm upstairs with the children, you'd better come up." Thinking it was "one of those phone calls" or a practical joke she slammed down the receiver and turned the television sound up. A short time later the phone rang again and, as she picked it up, the unmistakable hysterical laughter came down the line and the voice once again said "I'm upstairs with the children, you'd better come up."
Getting rather frightened she called the operator and was advised they would notify the police and, should he phone again, could she keep him talking in order to give them time to trace the call and have him arrested. Minutes after she replaced the receiver the phone rang again and, when the voice said, "I'm upstairs with the children, you'd better come up," she tried to keep him talking. However, he must have guessed what she was trying to do and he put the phone down.
Only seconds later the phone rang again, this time it was the operator who said, "Get out of the house straight away, the man is on the extension." The baby-sitter put down the phone and just then heard someone coming down the stairs. She fled from the house and ran straight into the arms of the police. They burst into the house and found a man brandishing a large butcher's knife. He had entered the house through an upstairs window, murdered both the children and was just about to do the same to the poor baby-sitter.
and that's the story that made me NEVER EVER want to babysit again!
Posted 09 May 2004 - 10:58 AM
A friend of a friend went out with his girlfriend for a romantic evening, topped off by a visit to the cinema to see the blockbuster movie Robin Hood - Prince Of Thieves. They loved this touching, rather tender film, and especially the smoochy theme song, "Everything I Do, I Do It For You." Later the same night, as they listened to "their" song in a local pub, the boyfriend went down on one knee, proposed, and his paramour enthusiastically said yes.
Come the day of the wedding, the groom, waiting for his future wife to arrive at the church, had a word with the church organist. He asked the organist if he could play their song, the theme from Robin Hood, instead of the standard wedding march. The organist, a stickler for tradition, asked the groom if he was sure. The groom said he'd never been more sure of anything.
As the bride entered the hushed church, the organist stuck up the Robin Hood theme as arranged. The only problem was he'd never heard of Bryan Adams. Instead, he accompanied the bride's procession with the jaunty and highly inappropriate "Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen" theme from the Sixties television series of the same name.
Posted 09 May 2004 - 11:03 AM
Posted 09 May 2004 - 11:07 AM
bryan addams scares me.
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