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Urban Legends
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: July 31, 2011, 1:07 am
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n Urban Legend is An
questionable, secondhand story told as true and just plausible
enough to be believed, about some horrific, embarrassing,
ironic, or exasperating series of events that supposedly
happened to a real person.
rban legends are sometimes
repeated in news stories and, in recent years, distributed by
e-mail. People frequently allege that such tales happened to a
\"friend of a friend\" -- so often, in fact, that \"friend of a
friend,\" (\"FOAF\") has become a commonly used term when
recounting this type of story.
ome urban legends have passed
through the years with only minor changes to suit regional
variations.
Absolutely LOVE Urban Legends. Please post any
cool ones you may find.
will start with an absolute classic.
I\'m sure most of us have heard this one. I\'ve even heard it
here in Turkey!
strong>Don\'t Turn on the
Light</strong>
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he
commandeered the room in the basement of her dorm as soon as she
realized she would have to pull an all-nighter in order to
prepare for tomorrow�s final exam. Her roommate, Jenna, liked to
get to bed early, so she packed up everything she thought she
would need and went downstairs to study . . . and study . . .
and study some more.
t was two o�clock, when she realized that
she�d left one of the textbooks upstairs on her bed. With a
dramatic sigh, she rose, and climbed the stairs slowly to her
third-floor dorm room.
he lights were dim in the long hallway,
and the old boards creaked under her weary tread. She reached
her room and turned the handle as softly as she could, pushing
the door open just enough to slip inside, so that the hall
lights wouldn�t wake her roommate.
he room was filled with a
strange, metallic smell. She frowned a bit, her arms breaking
out into chills. There was a strange feeling of malice in the
room, as if a malevolent gaze were fixed upon her. It was a
mind trick; the all-nighter was catching up with her.
She could
hear Jenna breathing on the far side of the room�a heavy sound,
almost as if she had been running. Jenna must have picked up a
cold during the last tense week before finals.
he crept along
the wall until she reached her bed, groping among the covers for
the stray history textbook. In the silence, she could hear a
steady drip-drip-drip sound. She sighed silently. Facilities
would have to come to fix the sink in the bathroom�again.
Her
fingers closed on the textbook. She picked it up softly and
withdrew from the room as silently as she could.
elieved to be
out of the room, she hurried back downstairs, collapsed into an
overstuffed chair and studied until six o�clock. She finally
decided that enough was enough. If she slipped upstairs now, she
could get a couple hours� sleep before her nine o�clock exam.
The first of the sun�s rays were beaming through the windows as
she slowly slid the door open, hoping not to awaken Jenna. Her
nose was met by an earthy, metallic smell a second before her
eyes registered the scene in her dorm room. Jenna was
spread-eagled on top of her bed against the far wall, her throat
cut from ear to ear and her nightdress stained with blood. Two
drops of blood fell from the saturated blanket with a drip-drip
noise that sounded like a leaky faucet.
cream after scream
poured from her mouth, but she couldn�t stop herself any more
than she could cease wringing her hands. All along the hallway,
doors slammed and footsteps came running down the passage.
Within moments other students had gathered in her doorway, and
one of her friends gripped her arm with a shaking hand and
pointed a trembling finger toward the wall. Her eyes widened in
shock at what she saw. Then she fainted into her friend�s
arms.
n the wall above her bed, written in her roommate�s
blood, were the words: �Aren�t you glad you didn�t turn on the
light?�
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Urban Legends
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: July 31, 2011, 1:14 am
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<strong>Express Train to
Hell</strong>
strong>
/strong><strong>A New Jersey Ghost Story
</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><
strong>For
days, a ragged old man had hung around the Newark Central
Station. The stationmaster kept running him off, but night after
night he would return. He kept accosting people, shouting:
\"It\'s coming for me! It\'s coming!\" Whenever anyone asked him
what was coming for him, he would just clutch his head and cry:
\"I done wrong! I killed a man that cheated me at cards, and now
I\'m going to pay!\"
</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>The
stationmaster finally took the man aside and threatened to call
the police if he did not cease and desist. The old man rolled
his eyes and replied: \"The Express Train for Hell is coming for
my soul! You\'ve got to help me.\" He broke away from the
stationmaster and ran for the door. The time was two minutes to
midnight. At that moment, new sound introduced itself. A long
whistle blew, once, twice. The stationmaster was startled. The
next train wasn\'t due until 12:05.
</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>The old
tramp started screaming when he heard the whistle. The
stationmaster could hear the roar and chug of a steam train,
approaching fast. Approaching too fast to stop at the station.
The old man was standing at the edge of the platform, staring
down the tracks in frozen terror. The stationmaster ran forward
and grabbed hold of the old tramp to pull him out of harm\'s
way. </strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>The
train whistle sounded again. A warm rush of air blew against
everyone near the platform and the stationmaster heard the roar
of an invisible train passing directly in front of him. He heard
the hiss of the steam and the screech of flanges against iron
rails; he felt the wind whipping our hair and faces, but he saw
nothing.
</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>Beneath his
grip, the old tramp gave a terrible wail. Then he vanished,
leaving the stationmaster empty-handed. The roar of the
invisible train faded into the distance and then ceased. The
stationmaster glanced at the station clock. It was midnight.
</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>The
stationmaster stared blankly at the tracks. Around him, the
waiting passengers and other bystanders were gasping and
murmuring in fright. \"Good lord, he was right,\" the
stationmaster murmured to himself. \"It did come for him.\" He
pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his sweating, bald head with
it. </strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>A
trembling man standing nearby approached the stationmaster:
\"Sir, what was that?\" he asked. \"Son, I believe that was the
Express Train to Hell,\" said the stationmaster. He shook his
head and that seemed to bring him to his senses. \"Why don\'t
you go back into the station and pour yourself a drink?\" he
suggested to the trembling man.
</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>He pushed
the man through the station door and then turned to address the
dazed and frightened passengers. \"Nothing to worry about
folks,\" he said. \"It was just an express train passing
through. The next train will be here in five minutes.\" The
stationmaster\'s reassuring manner calmed everyone. People
turned away from the empty tracks and settled back into their
seats, whispering to each other about the strange events that
had just taken place.
</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>Then the
stationmaster went into his office, closed the door, and poured
himself a stiff drink to calm his nerves. \"Well, that\'s one
for the books,\" he muttered aloud. \"I wonder if I should put
it on the schedule; 12 am-Express Train to Hell.\"
</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>Shaking his
head, he fortified himself with one more brandy and then went
back to work.</strong>
strong>Don\'t lick
envelopes</strong>
strong>
/strong>
strong>
e received this
submittal as a group of stories and testimonials on why you
should avoid licking envelopes from now on. As if anyone uses
�snail mail� anymore�kidding, kidding� </strong><strong>
used
to work for an envelope company. Our plant supervisor used to
work in the Chicago plant and told us not to lick the envelopes
because they would often find dead rats at the bottom of the
glue barrel (after thousands of envelopes had been glued and
shipped). EEWW! </strong><strong>
work in a factory and we
have 2 employees who used to work in an envelope factory. They
told me that when the machine jams up, they use whatever water
is handy to thin out the glue. This includes water that they
just mopped the floor with. Since then, I�ve avoided licking
envelopes. </strong><strong>
f you lick your envelopes� You
won�t anymore! A woman was working in a post office in
California. One day she licked the envelopes and postage stamps
instead of using a sponge. That very day the lady cut her tongue
on the envelope. A week later, she noticed an abnormal swelling
of her tongue. She went to the doctor, but they found nothing
wrong. Her tongue was not sore or anything. A couple of days
later, her tongue started to swell more, and it began to get so
sore, that she could not eat.
</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
he went
back to the hospital, and demanded something be done.
</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
he doctor took an x-ray of
her tongue and noticed a lump. He prepared her for minor
surgery. When the doctor cut her tongue open, a live cockroach
crawled out! There were roach eggs on the seal of the envelope.
The egg was able to hatch inside of her tongue, because of her
saliva. It was warm and moist. This is a true story reported on
CNN. </strong><strong>
ndy Hume wrote: �Hey, I used to work in
an envelope factory. You wouldn�t believe the things that float
around in those gum applicator trays. I haven�t licked an
envelope for years!� </strong><strong>
o All: I used to work
for a print shop (32 years ago) and we were told NEVER to lick
the envelopes. I never understood why until I had to go into
storage and pull out 2500 envelops that were already printed for
a customer who was doing a mailing and saw several squads of
roaches roaming around inside a couple of boxes with eggs
everywhere. They eat the glue on the envelopes. I think print
shops have a harder time controlling roaches than a restaurant.
I always buy the self-sealing type. Or if need be, I use a glue
stick to seal one that has the type of glue that needs to be wet
to stick.</strong><strong>
/strong>
#Post#: 7233--------------------------------------------------
Urban Legends
By: Ender Date: July 31, 2011, 6:25 am
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My colleague was (is?) collecting urban legends. Some of them
are published in our ethnographic bulletin, but I have to find
them and translate. I\'ll do it, but I need some time.
#Post#: 7286--------------------------------------------------
Urban Legends
By: ??? M�rat ? Date: July 31, 2011, 8:11 am
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It\'s my first time to hear about Urban ....
his sentence
scared me
( �Aren�t you glad you didn�t turn on the light?� ))
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Urban Legends
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: July 31, 2011, 11:02 am
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[quote author=Ender date=1312111501]
y colleague was (is?)
collecting urban legends. Some of them are published in our
ethnographic bulletin, but I have to find them and translate.
I\'ll do it, but I need some time.
/quote]
o rush! I
appreciate it!
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Urban Legends
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: July 31, 2011, 11:05 am
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strong>Trace the
Call</strong>
strong>One night a babysitter was looking after a
child in a nice suburban neighborhood. The little boy was asleep
upstairs and she was watching some TV in the living room
downstairs, waiting for his parents to come home, when the phone
rang. �Hello, this is Anna. Who�s calling please?� she said as
she picked up the phone, looking around for some paper and a pen
to take down a message for the family. The caller didn�t answer
but instead only breathed heavily on the other end of the line.
The girl huffed in exasperation and rolled her eyes as she hung
up and returned her attention to the show she was watching. The
stranger called again and breathed into her ear as she asked who
it was. She hung up more quickly this time and instead of being
annoyed by the prank, the babysitter began to glance around
herself in the dark room, getting freaked out in this painfully
unfamiliar house. </strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
fter the
third call the girl called the police. She felt a little foolish
and thought she might be overreacting, but she couldn�t help
being scared.</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
he officer
listened to her story. He said, \"Hang up the phone and the next
time the phone rings we will trace the call.\"
</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
he hung up and the heavy
breather called again. She slammed the phone down and almost
immediately it rang again. This time it was the police � they
informed her that the call was originating from the same house.
</strong>
strong>
/strong>
strong>
/strong>
strong>Buggy
Burrito</strong><strong>
/strong>
strong>
ara was driving
home from work one day and she was starving. Not wanting to
worry about cooking dinner once she got home, she decided to
stop for some take out. She pulled into her local Taco Bell and
ordered a burrito. She enjoyed her quick meal and when she was
done she headed home. </strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
hen
she woke up the next day, her tongue felt sore and a little
swollen. It bothered her all day, so she went to see her doctor
to find out what was wrong. The doctor didn�t find anything on
his initial examination, so he told her to come back if it got
any worse. </strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
ays later her
tongue swelled up considerably and became very sore. She went
back to the doctor and he decided to do a minor surgery. When
the doctor had cut open her tongue he found a cyst among her
taste buds filled with cockroach eggs. They traced the eggs back
to the burrito from her fast food
dinner.</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
he ran upstairs to
check on the boy and found a man holding him with a knife under
his chin. The police arrived in time and quickly arrested
him.</strong>
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Urban Legends
By: M�nir-Vivi Date: July 31, 2011, 11:25 am
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Ohh Angie, I love Urban Legends. I remember reading about the
cockroach eggs. Disgusting.
ere\'s one that I heard from
friends in a summer night many years ago:
t was the first night
the young boy would stay at home alone. His parents had to be
somewhere and it was an emergency so they couldn\'t find a baby
sitter for their son. They told him to lock the doors, answer no
phones or bell rings and to stay close to the family dog, a
golder retriever.
he night started good, our boy watched a
movie and ate pop corn, always stroking his dogs head to feel
comfortable. He then felt sleepy and went to bed. The dog was
licking his hand when he fell asleep.
uddenly he heard some
noise coming from the bathroom. He could still feel the dog
licking his hand in the darkness when he decided to be brave and
go check what was going on in there.
hen he switched on the
lights, he saw his dog slaughtered. In the bathroom wall there
was a message written in blood: \"Not only dogs can lick your
hand\"..
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Urban Legends
By: Angel/Poyraz Date: July 31, 2011, 11:56 am
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[quote author=M�nir-Vivi date=1312129556]
hh Angie, I love
Urban Legends. I remember reading about the cockroach eggs.
Disgusting.
ere\'s one that I heard from friends in a summer
night many years ago:
t was the first night the young boy would
stay at home alone. His parents had to be somewhere and it was
an emergency so they couldn\'t find a baby sitter for their son.
They told him to lock the doors, answer no phones or bell rings
and to stay close to the family dog, a golder retriever.
he
night started good, our boy watched a movie and ate pop corn,
always stroking his dogs head to feel comfortable. He then felt
sleepy and went to bed. The dog was licking his hand when he
fell asleep.
uddenly he heard some noise coming from the
bathroom. He could still feel the dog licking his hand in the
darkness when he decided to be brave and go check what was going
on in there.
hen he switched on the lights, he saw his dog
slaughtered. In the bathroom wall there was a message written in
blood: \"Not only dogs can lick your hand\"..
/quote]
reepy
*ss stuff. I\'ve always been fascinated by Urban legends.
Thanks!
remember this one. my ex was really freaked out
when he heard this and never flashed his lights
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strong>Gang
Lights</strong>
strong>If you are driving after dark and see an
on-coming car with no headlights on, DO NOT FLASH YOUR LIGHTS AT
THEM! This is a common gang member \"initiation game\" that goes
like this:
</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>The new
gang member under initiation drives along with no headlights,
and the first car to flash their headlights at him is now his
\"target\". He is now required to turn around and chase that
car, and shoot at or into the car in order to complete his
initiation requirements. Make sure you share this information
with all the drivers in your family!
</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>Another
Version</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>DON�
T
FLASH HEADLIGHTS AT ANY CAR WITH NO LIGHTS ON!!!
</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>Police
officers working with the DARE program have issued this Warning:
</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>If you are
driving after dark and see an on-coming car with no headlights
on, DO NOT FLASH YOUR LIGHTS AT THEM! This is a common �Bloods�
member �initiation game� that goes like this. A gang member
under initiation drives along with no headlights, and the first
car to flash their lights at him is now his �target.� He is now
required to turn around and chase and spot that vehicle, and
kill every individual in the vehicle in order to complete his
initiation requirements. Departments across the nation are being
warned.
</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>Their
intent is to have all the new bloods nationwide drive around on
Friday and Saturday nights with their headlights off. In order
to be accepted into the gang, they have to kill individuals in
the first auto that does a courtesy flash to warn them that
their lights are off.
</strong><strong>
/strong><strong>
/strong><strong>Make sure
you share this information with all the drivers in your family!
Please forward to all your friends and family members to inform
them about this initiation ritual. They are known to drive with
high beams on and will do the same as indicated
above.</strong><strong>
/strong>
strong>
/strong><strong>
/s
trong>
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Urban Legends
By: Sefer/Selimo Date: July 31, 2011, 12:13 pm
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Guys wow i am spooked!I\'m never flashing my lights again!<img
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Urban Legends
By: ??? M�rat ? Date: August 2, 2011, 12:13 pm
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I read all of them .... i enjoyed reading them ...
ome scared
me ... some i didn\'t understand them But i liked them
nd
thanks God that i don\'t drive :P
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