The Clown Statue
A couple with children were trying out a new babysitter.
About an hour after they left for a night in the town, they realized they had
forgotten to give her their cell phone number, so one of them called her.
After she wrote down the number, the babysitter asked if she
could watch satellite TV in their bedroom. She had just put the children to bed
and wanted to watch a particular show. (The parents didn't want their children to
watch too much garbage, so the living room TV did not have satellite channels.)
Well, of course she could watch TV in their room, they
replied. The babysitter had one other request: could she put a sheet or blanket
over the clown statue that was in the bedroom? It kind of made her nervous.
Take the children and go to the neighbors, say whichever
parent was talking to her. We'll call the police. We don't have a clown statue.
The police caught the clown as he was running through the
neighborhood.
The Boyfriend’s Death
Story #1
Two students had gone out to neck in a car on an isolated
country road. Afterwards, the car wouldn't start. The girlfriend got spooked.
The boyfriend said he would walk for help, but suggested she first get down on
the floor of the car in the back and put a blanket over her so no one looking
in would see her... and told her not to look out or get out until he returned
and told her to, no matter what she heard. Then he walked off, leaving her
hidden.
He didn't return, and he didn't return, and then she heard a
strange tap-tap-tap sound on top of the car. Tap-tap-tap. Despite her growing
panic, she didn't get out and remained huddled there, all night long, listening
to the irregular tapping sounds.
Finally, the day grew light outside, and she heard someone
walking up to the car. A man's voice called out, "Is anyone in
there?" It was the local sheriff. She peeked out and he told her to get
out of the car, walk down the road to the sheriff’s waiting car, and whatever
she did, not to look back at the car.
She walked down the road to the sheriff's car but looked
back at the last minute and saw her boyfriend's head impaled on the CB antenna,
dripping blood onto the car.
Story #2
A teenager is driving his girlfriend home from a date. The
boy had been playing around earlier about the car running out of gas to make
out with her. Well, it doesn't work, and she's mad. He starts up the car to
take her home, apologizing all the way, when lo and behold, they do run out of
gas. He pulls the car over by some trees. It's very late, and the area is
secluded and wooded. The boy tells his girlfriend that he saw a gas station a
couple of miles back, and since going ahead would take even longer, he tells
her to stay in the car with the windows rolled up and locked, and he'll get
back as fast as he can; no sense in both going, right?
Well, the girl waits in the car. It's been about 20 minutes since
she heard a faint scratching noise. It starts to bother her, but she blows it
off as the tree branches hitting the car; it had been windy that day. She
decides to turn on the radio to listen to some music so it won't freak her out.
Well, now it's been almost 2 hours, and she's starting to get worried. Her
boyfriend was a jock and could have easily made it there and back in under an
hour. Half an hour later, she's very worried and decides to turn off the radio
and look around. He had told her not to get out under any circumstances, so she
tries to peer out the window, but she sees nothing. To her annoyance, the
scratching sound is still there. She decides that she will get out just long
enough to break off that damn branch. She gets out and notices the gas can on
the ground near the door. She immediately turns around and sees her boyfriend
hanging upside down from the tree, throat slit, and his fingernails dragging
across the top of the car, making a scratching sound. Of course, had she been
listening to talk radio instead of music, she would have known a maniac had
escaped from the asylum near the woods where they were parked.
Story #3
A lass someone at college knew was travelling in her
boyfriend's car late at night through the New Forest when their car suddenly
started spluttering and stalled. They'd run out of petrol in the middle of
nowhere. At first, she thought it might be a ruse by her bloke to get a bit of
rural slap and tickle, but the concern on his face soon scotched that. It was
pitch black, and the only light they could see was coming from what looked like
a mansion or hospital some miles away. The boyfriend told her to lock the doors
and wait while he went for help.
Hours passed, and still no sign of him. She was beginning to
get very nervous. Still more time went by, when she was startled by horrendous
banging on the back, then the top of the car. Before she could scream, the car
was surrounded by police cars with lights flashing and sirens wailing.
A voice over a loud hailer told her: "Get out of the
car slowly, walk steadily towards the police line, and don’t repeat, don't,
look around." She did as she was told, but as she neared the police
line, she couldn't stop herself looking round at the car to see what was making
the awful thumping noise . . . only to see an escaped psychopath banging her
boyfriend's severed head on the car roof.
The Killer in the Back Seat
A friend stopped at a pay-at-the-pump gas station to get
gas. Once she filled her gas tank and after paying at the pump and starting to
leave, the voice of the attendant inside came over the speaker... He told her
that something had happened with her card and that she needed to come inside to
pay. The lady was confused because the transaction showed complete and
approved. She replied to him and was getting ready to leave, but the attendant,
once again, urged her to come in to pay or there'd be trouble. She proceeded to
go inside and started arguing with the attendant about his threat. He told her
to calm down and listen carefully:
He said that while she was pumping gas, a guy slipped into
the back seat of her car on the other side, and the attendant had already
called the police. She became frightened and looked out in time to see her car
door open, and the guy slipped out. The report is that the new gang initiation
thing is to bring back a woman and/or her car. One way they do this is by crawling
under women's cars while they're pumping gas or at grocery stores in the
nighttime. The other way is slipping into unattended cars and kidnapping the
women. Please pass this on to other women, young and old alike. Be extra
careful going to and from your car at night.
If possible, don't go alone! This is real!!
The message:
1. ALWAYS lock your car doors, even if you're gone for just
a second!
2. Check underneath your car when approaching it for
reentry, and check in the back before getting in.
3. Always be aware of your surroundings and of other
individuals in your general vicinity, particularly at night!
The Choking Doberman
Story #1
Gagging Dog Story Baffles Police
It happened in Las Vegas. A woman returned from work and
found her large dog, a Doberman, lying on the floor, gasping for air. Concerned
over the animal's welfare, she immediately loaded the pet into her car and
drove him to a veterinarian.
The vet examined the dog but found no reason for his
breathing difficulties, announced that he'd have to perform a tracheotomy and
insert tubes down the animal's throat so he could breathe. He explained that it
wasn't anything she'd want to watch and urged the woman to go home and leave
the Doberman there overnight.
When the woman returned home, the phone was ringing off the
hook. She answered it and was surprised to discover it was the vet. Even more
surprising was his message — "Get out of the house immediately! Go to
the neighbor's and call the police!"
It seems that when the vet operated, he found a very grisly
reason for the dog's breathing difficulty — three human fingers were lodged in
its throat. Concerned that the person belonging to the dismembered fingers
might still be in the house, he phoned to warn the woman.
According to the story, police arrived at her house and
found an unconscious intruder, sans fingers, lying in a closet.
Story #2
New Times learned of the story from an employee of a large
industrial plant in the Valley. He said he had gotten the story third hand from
another employee who, in turn, had heard it from a woman whose relatives in Las
Vegas knew the dog's owner. As of Friday, New Times could not nail down the
identity of the Doberman's mistress.
According to a spokesman at the Las Vegas Sun, that paper,
too, was very interested in breaking the story. Unfortunately, even though the
story was all over Vegas last Thursday, the paper and police couldn’t dig up
one shred of evidence to prove the incident ever occurred. "The police
are baffled," the Sun spokesman said.
Story #3
Somewhere in western NY or the chimney of PA, a woman went
grocery shopping. When she came home, the back door was open. She didn't think
much about it . . . it was a small town where the doors rarely got locked and
neighbors often stopped in. But when she got into the kitchen, she found their
dog (a rottweiler, shepherd, or Doberman) on the floor in obvious distress. She
loads the dog into her truck and speeds to the vet. The vet tells her to leave
the dog; he'll call when he knows something. About an hour later, he calls and
asks if she's looked around her house. She hadn't, but, puzzled, agreed to.
Upstairs, in front of her jewelry chest, is a puddle of blood, and the room is
a mess. Frightened, she asks the vet what's going on. He tells her to hang up
and call the police immediately. He thinks her house has been broken into,
because the dog was choking on 2 (or 3 or 4) human fingers.
The Babysitter and the Man Up the Stairs
A young couple living in a large, isolated house had gone
out to a dinner party one evening and left the babysitter in charge of their
two children. The children had been put to bed, and the babysitter was watching
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 that they would notify the police and, should he phone again, she should
keep him talking 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, and this time it
was the operator who said, "Get out of the house straight away, the man
is on the extension." The babysitter 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 for
the poor babysitter.
The Slasher under the Car
I am passing this along because I know of an incident like
this. My girlfriend was getting some gas, and when she attempted to return to
her car, the gas station attendant started yelling at her and telling her she had
not paid yet. When she went back in to argue about having already paid, the
attendant told her he just wanted to get her back in because he saw someone
crawl in the back seat of her car, and that he had already called the police. So,
it's worth taking to heart.
This is a true story. It has been a "ritual"
of gang members to take one body part from women as an initiation into gangs. The
rule is that it must be in a well-lit area and at a gas station, so be careful.
They tend to lie under the car, and slash females' ankles when she goes to get
in her car, causing her to fall, and then they cut off a body part and roll and
run. They are known to hide behind the gas pumps, too, so be careful. It might
sound bizarre and gross, but the bigger the body part, the higher the
initiation they receive.
This was communicated by a person who works in law
enforcement in the south. She has investigated and been called to a number of
these scenes. She has also confirmed the following statement below as true and
not an internet "hoax."
Please pass these on to as many people as you know...
mothers, sisters, grandparents, daughters, nieces, and friends. It seems the
world has become a crazy place to live in, but let's be careful out there and
make stuff like this known so we are better protected.
The Vanishing Hitchhiker
A dozen miles outside of Baltimore, the main road from New
York (Route Number One) crosses another important highway. It is a dangerous
intersection, and there is talk of building an underpass for the east-west
road. To date, however, the plans exist only on paper. Dr. Eckersall was
driving home from a country club dance late one Saturday night. He slowed up
for the intersection and was surprised to see a lovely young girl, dressed in
the sheerest of evening gowns, beckoning him for a lift. He jammed on his
brakes and motioned her to climb into the back seat of his roadster. "All
cluttered up with golf clubs and bags up here in front," he explained.
"But what on earth is a youngster like you doing out here all alone at
this time of night?"
"It's too long a story to tell you now,"
said the girl. Her voice was sweet and somewhat shrill — like the tinkling of
sleigh bells. "Please, please take me home. I'll explain everything
there. The address is ___ North Charles Street. I do hope it's not too far out
of your way."
The doctor grunted and set the car in motion. He drove
rapidly to the address she had given him, and as he pulled up before the
shuttered house, he said, "Here we are." Then he turned
around. The back seat was empty!
"What the devil?" the doctor muttered to
himself. The girl couldn't possibly have fallen from the car. Nor could she
simply have vanished. He rang insistently on the housebell, confused as he had
never been in his life before. At long last, the door opened. A gray-haired,
very tired-looking man peered out at him.
"I can't tell you what an amazing thing has
happened," began the doctor. "A young girl gave me this address
a while back. I drove her here and . . ."
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