URBAN LEGEND
An urban legend is an apocryphal (of doubtful authenticity),
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. It’s likely to be framed as a cautionary
tale.
Factual or not, an urban legend is meant to be believed. In
place of evidence, the teller of an urban legend relies on skillful
storytelling and/or reference to relatively trustworthy sources — e.g.,
"it really happened to my hairdresser's brother's best friend" — to
convince hearers (or readers) of its truth.
Your assignment is to create an urban legend of 300 words or
more. It is due at the end of Monday’s
class.
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ReplyDeleteThere are those who say there is a home in Dunellen that is infested with the spirits of the dead family who used to live there. I heard this from my sister who had a friend who said they knew someone who actually was dumb or brave enough to enter this haunted shell of a home. It was said they went into this building to see if the myths of the place were true. Upon opening the door to the home they felt a rush of intensely hot air as if someone was blowing a fire ball in their face, but it was the dead of winter and no power ran through the home. Though when they actually entered the manor they were greeted by shrill screams of a ten year old girl, yelling “No Daddy No, you’re hurting Mommy,” followed by another blood curdling scream. They say the previous owners of the house were killed, the father murdered his entire family than proceeded to hang himself from the second story balcony. Proceeding further into the house they descended into the basement where they say old rusty tools hanging from the rafters. After they stepped off the stairs as if a string was pulled all the tools fell to the ground creating a thunderous roar, followed by a demonic voice screaming “GET OUT. GET OUT OF MY DOMAIN MORTALS!!!!!” Two of the four people who entered ran out of the house screaming at the top of their lungs but the other two stayed to look through the rest of the house. The two who stayed are no longer with us now though. The evidence shows that one of the men had hanged his companion from the second story balcony. During his trial he said that he didn’t do it, and before he was sentenced he died of mysterious causes never to tell his tale again. No one knows for certain what happened between the two, but it is known that if you enter that home at night there is a good chance you will not come out of it alive.
DeleteHe was one of the best drivers on the road. He never lost a race or been defeated, this guy was one of my best friends. I and my friends loved to race, we loved working on cars and being behind the wheal and just drive fast and win. My friend Obama was the best drivers out of everyone, he never lost one race. Every time we race he wins the race. We race anywhere sometimes we go to tracks and sometimes we race on the streets. Every time we race Obama liked me to be next to him because as he says I motivate him and I cheer him on. When Obama drive it’s like he’s driving a plane in the sky and no one could catch him. Obama was full of himself because he never lost so he was cocky about it. He never got into any crashes as he raced. But one day was just different I and Obama wore driving on route 22, and Obama was driving his evo. His car was fast it had LA D lights and it had designs on it; you knew that it was a racing car. We went for ride to smoke and just be out. It was 12 at night. The streets wore quite but Obama’s car made the birds wake up from their sleep because it was so loud. We are the only ones on the road; we come to a stop light. A car same as Obama’s came to a stop next to us. Obama was pressing the gas and making noises and that got the guy on our left side to get angry and Obama and the guy wore going to race. I told Obama have a bad feeling about this, it was my first time to tell him but Obama was cocky so they went on and started to race. Obama and the guy hit the gas and they went flying like an eagle going down for his food. They wore going as fast as a jet, I told Obama to slow down because something was going to happen but he refused again. Obama speed limit hit a 120, Obama was in the lead and he was wining he looked at me and I screamed “watch out” peep peep peep. Obama woke up in the hospital. I told Obama “never be too cocky and full of himself. I experienced something no one would. My point is you can’t be too full of yourself because you never know what’s going to happen. Trust me I was there.
ReplyDeleteMy dad told me a story about his girlfriend in El Salvador who saw and heard of a weeping woman. My dad said that they call her “La Lorena” which means weeping woman in Spanish. She is always weeping about losing her two children that she killed. She killed her kids because, her husband left her for another woman that didn’t have any kids. So she drowned her two kids that were still babies. He was the most good looking guy that lived in town and she wasn’t all that, but she caught his eyes and so they had kids. When the kids were about one year old, he left her for a younger and more attractive looking girl. She was so upset that she took her kids to the lake and drowned them. After she realized what she did she killed her self. Than after that she has been haunting people asking if they have seen her kids. She is always near rivers walking around with a long white dress and her head down with her arms open. She also goes around places and taking other peoples kids and drowning them.
ReplyDeleteINDEPENDENT STUDY ASSIGNMENT
ReplyDeleteHe proceeded to renew God’s covenant with Israel, destroying all of the idols and false Gods they were worshipping. Jordan took this message to heart, and he began to construct a character. A king, much like Josiah, who had come into power in an age of darkness. He restored the darkness, and made this world peaceful again with the help of his beloved brother, Damian, who was the ruler of the adjacent kingdom. When James turned on Jordan in the real world, the Damian in Jordan’s imagination had ceased to exist. Jordan had considered, at one point, creating his own version of Damian, but he realized that to create a false representation of James would just be a manner of deceiving himself to the truth: that he had lost his cousin to darkness.
As the trek continued, a strange thought came to Jordan. If he was King Dracon in his own imagination now, then where did the King Dracon who used to be in the imagination go?
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“This is a very, very strange world,” Dracon stated as he and Cynoss walked down the road. The surroundings were very strange… it was dark like night in the sky, but there were giant poles coming out of the ground that were lit up similar to the lights in the bedroom.
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ReplyDeleteThe falconwolf. Yes. It exists. But in the town of Masonwood, it is better known as the Swahili. It is a giant, ferocious, wild beast that prowls the Masonwood forest. It is said to only be seen during the full moon. The Swahili has the body of a silver wolf and the giant, speckled wings of a gyrfalcon. Some say that the town drunk of Masonwood was bitten by the original falconwolf. So now, when the moon is full and bright, he turns into the Swahili, much like a person turns into a werewolf during the full moon.
ReplyDeleteI was told of this tale when I ventured to Masonwood in the summer of my senior year. My aunt used to live in the tiny town and I was visiting her for a few days. But when I arrived, my aunt was gone. They say she disappeared without a trace a few days before I had come. Spooked? Yes. Ready to leave? Not a chance. My adrenaline was pumping and I was ready to solve the mystery. Or at least experience the legend.
I heard a howl as I was sitting in a rocking chair in my run down hotel room in downtown. I looked up from my recent novel and slowly turned my head towards the window. My aunt’s pale face could just barely be seen on the pane. Then it disappeared. I could feel my own face turn ghostly white as my hazel eyes still remained watching the window. I slowly turned back to my book, trembling. But before I could continue the paragraph, I hint of crimson caught my eye. I looked up again, and fresh blood decorated the wall in demonic letters.
Leave the town, before it’s too late.
I knew it was my aunt trying to communicate to me. Perhaps she believed showing me her face would scare me out. But neither that nor the blood message worked. I was there to stay.
Eventually I ventured into the woods. But I never saw the falconwolf. Or my aunt. Ever again.
There is a story that I heard from my friend at the deli’s cousin Paulie. The story goes that there was a family that was going to move out of the town they had been living for the past few years. They went to check out this house that sort of looked like a creepy old mansion. They thought that the house was perfect so they signed for the house and decided to move in as soon as possible. They arrived at the house with all their things and started to unpack. As they were unpacking their things, some small items started floating around in the air, and the doors and windows shut and locked keeping them locked in the house. The son and the daughter got freaked out, but then thought that it was pretty cool. The father thought that since they just bought the house, they should not move out now, even though the wife was a little concerned. Night came and as the family drifted to bed, the house whispered its first breathes and started talking to each individual family member. He whispered in their ears, “Tonight you will kill your family.” The kids woke up first, then the parents. Everyone in the house grabbed a knife and went looking for their family members to kill. The kids were going after the parents and the parents were going after the kids. As they were about to stab each other, they all finally came to their senses and stopped. The family shouted, “Why are you doing this to us.” The house responded that his previous owner didn’t take care of the house and he left, and the house swore that whoever came to live in the house again he would make their life a living hell. The daughter said that the house was probably just lonely. The house then trying to hold back his feelings admitted that he had been lonely for many years. He realized that the family had done nothing wrong and he let them leave. As the family stand outside the house waiting for a cab, the house disintegrated into itself and the family just left wondering what a strange thing had just happened to them.
ReplyDeleteEveryone has heard of an urban legend. They are an essential part of culture and the identity of a community or group of people. Often times, it can be noticed that stories and traditions that are passed down by word of mouth are capable of connecting people in a way that nothing else can. Urban legends that we know and love today include some like the legend of the Bermuda triangle, the story of the so-called Devil’s tree that resides in New Jersey or the countless accounts about haunted houses and the supernatural beings that exist in these ghostly locations. Whether or not these stories are true, they still seem to retain a special hold on people. We all can agree that although some of the urban legends that we hear may seem a bit far-fetched, it cannot be ignored that sometimes they seem to resonate some truth. Whether or not someone believes in some form of life after death, such as the idea of spirits or ghosts, or the concept of karma, the following urban legend has a grain of truth behind it.
ReplyDeleteHavenwood had always been a monotonous and seemingly insignificant town in the middle of nowhere. People who lived in the township often thought that nothing exciting ever happened; however, one hot and blistering summer, an event occurred that rocked the entire community. Students that attended Havenwood High School had always been known to be civilized and relatively decent to each other. This calm and quiet student community was detrimentally altered when Matthew Davis moved into the town. His presence in the school disrupted many of the students’ lives. He tormented and harassed most, but focused much of his cruel attentions on a boy named Nate Hally. To this day, citizens and students of Havenwood do not know why Matthew especially targeted Nate, but the results of these harassments were severe. Throughout the school year, Matthew’s relentless tormenting towards Nate increased and intensified. Few noticed how brutal the persecution was until it reached a horrific climax. After the school year had concluded, Nate committed suicide because of the unyielding distress caused by Matthew. The lack of physical evidence and witnesses allowed Matthew to escape serious repercussions for his actions. After this had occurred, another peculiar event transpired. Towards the end of summer, Matthew had been spending time with some of his friends at a local pond that was frequently visited to seek refuge from the brutal summer heat. The adolescents would jump from the top of a small outcrop into the pond. As Matthew was doing this, he fell into a hazardous position and broke his neck. Doctors would soon discover that he would be permanently paralyzed from the waist down. His friends who witnessed the accident could clearly remember seeing Nate standing near the outcrop where Matthew had fallen. Although that summer has long since passed, the town and the people who reside in it are now always under the constant fear that Nate still frequents the community. It is said that should anyone perform an act of cruelty to another, Nate will be summoned and will make sure that some unfortunate event happens to the tormentor. Whether or not this urban legend actually happened, it contains a truth. The legend is able to demonstrate karma or the idea that if you conduct acts of cruelty to someone else, some ill-fated event will in turn happen to you.
My brother’s best friend says that disobeying and lying to your parents isn’t the best thing to do. I never truly believed him until he told me the story of what happened to his cousin. Well the story goes that one day his cousin was at his house and he asked his parents if he could have a couple of people over. The usual response would be no. Well his parents said yes. They told him that he could only have five people over and that was it. The day he was going to have some people come over was when he parents made a plan to go out and eat dinner. When they left he had a whole bunch of people over. The party got wild and he told everyone to leave. They left and when he was alone he was left to clean. He only had an hour worth of cleaning and he knew that it could be done. When his parents came home he gave them the full detail of what had happened with his five friends and himself.
ReplyDeleteWhen he went to his room the door shut. He looked back and nothing was there. He thought that it was a breeze that came through the window. He lay on his bed and took out his phone. He had twelve text messages. Each of them were unknown numbers. They each were the same text messages. He ignored them and wanted to continue with his beauty sleep. He turned and closed his eyes he felt a presence near him. He stood up and felt as if he should go to the mirror. When he looked at the mirror he saw a demon that looked like him. He began to move and the reflection made the same movement. Fear slowly went into his body. He quickly went over to his bed and picked up his phone. Tell the truth or I will get you. He ignored it once again and thought that he might have been tired. Around midnight he woke up and had the urge to go to the bathroom. When he finished doing his business he washed his hands and looked up to the mirror. He once again saw the demon like figure and saw another demon like figure in back ready to kill him. When he turned around he saw no one. He looked to the mirror and there he was. He was unable to move and felt hands go around his neck. He snapped out of it and woke up his parents and told them the truth. He got in trouble and when he looked in the mirror he was himself again. He went back to his bedroom and he had received a text message. You did the right thing took you a while though. You still did the right thing. I’m proud of you. - Big G. He learned from then on that it wasn’t the correct thing to do to lie to your parents. He lies a couple of times but then the same thing happens again and again. So don’t lie or come clean with everything try to be sincere or you might just end up like him.
Have you ever heard about the things that happen in the empty fields in town? Well you shouldn’t go about and find out. But people have disappeared and died going into those fields. It’s known that people go there at night to see the stars but they eventually meet their demise! My best friends’ cousins’ sisters’ boyfriends’ brother said that he went there with his girlfriend to set the mood and they started hearing noises. Almost as if someone was screaming. The screaming they said was continuous, then the ground shook. They didn’t stick around to find out what was going to happen to them. All I know is that people die and their bodies are never found. One day a girl named Tammy went there to figure out the mystery of the field. She camped out the whole night to see if any of the events the townspeople said were true. She actually came back alive, but barely. Her story was that she did hear a continuous scream and she felt the ground shake but she didn’t leave. This is where the story gets weird. It became silent, no screaming, no ground shaking, not even the bugs were making noise. The only thing you felt was a cold breeze. She then saw a pack of wolves come after her, she ran as fast as she could but one of them got her and dragged her to a shed nearby. Once she was inside the shed the smell of dried blood filled her senses. She tried hard not to vomit. Once she opened her eyes all she was bodies everywhere. It was like something out of a horror film, she recognized all the victims. She tried stand up but her leg was broken. Then she saw a man in the distance, he was carrying a bloody machete. Before he made it to the shed, Tammy found a back door and waddled her way off of the fields. She came back changed. So never go into the empty fields.
ReplyDeleteLast week I was sitting in class and was bored. I started thinking about some story my mother told me that her mother told her, from when she was my age. At first the story didn’t really scare me and then I remembered exactly what she said. You’d be surprised at the things a teenager can daydream about in class. Anyway, there was a girl who went on a camping trip with a group of friends like forty years ago and on the day it was time to leave, none of the girls were found. Parents, police, town citizens went looking for the group of girls, but no traces were ever found. The crazy part is, the place where the girls disappeared is one town over. Legend has it, that every ten years on the anniversary of their disappearance, the girls’ screams can be heard from those woods. The anniversary is tomorrow. Some say a killer came and murdered the girls. I mean there was no evidence left behind? Nothing at all? That just didn’t sound right.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother told my mom that her best friend actually saw the bodies of the girls hanging from trees. They were split open, but talking at the same time. I always wanted to visit those woods, but they say once you go again, there’s a chance that you might not come out. My mom told me that the story of the girls were never on the news and never even left the town. Supposedly the girls were furious that nobody cared enough about them, so every ten years they come and haunt the town and the people in it, for revenge.
Why did everybody stop looking for them? There were no signs of murder or anything like that. It will be fifty years tomorrow that the girls disappeared. I don’t even live in the town and I don’t want to be anywhere near here.
For my eighth grade winter break, I went to Shuffler’s Peninsula for my kindergarten classmate’s birthday. There was a local legend about a pen spirit. It was said that if you hold a pen above a paper on a moonless midnight in a dark room, and you ask the pen spirit to come forth, he will answer any question about your doubtful future. On the paper, you have to write a yes on left side and no on the right. When you ask the pen spirit a yes or no question, he will circle which ever answer he sees in your future. You will not physically see him, but you will feel a force moving your hand to circle the answer.
ReplyDeleteThere was an ending part to this legend, though. When you are done asking the pen spirit question, you will have to invite him away. You will have to say thank you, and goodbye to it. If you do not follow this, the spirit will haunt you until you die. They will chase you toward the Mark’s Triangle located at the coastal point, and at the triangle, the spirit will suddenly disappear, and reappear again a little below the cliff and pull you toward it by the foot. The Mark’s Triangle was created in the 1500’s when a guy that lived at Shuffler’s Peninsula, named Mark Tristan, tried to make the plot of his novel become reality by using witchcraft. He drew the triangle using his blood and he ended up dying by falling off the cliff. The triangle, however, remained till today. No matter how strong it rained or how the rocks on the surface reform, the triangle still remains. Today, where the blood was, the surface curved in, and now the triangle isn’t just a drawing, but an actual landmark.
It sounded crazy when I heard it from my friend, but she told me that her brother and his college friends tried it, and his friends started dying one by one. Coincidentally enough, the friends either drowned for were suffocated to death. There were bruised hand marks on either their neck or around their ankle. My friend’s brother almost ended up dying, but on the last minute, he said how grateful he was and said rest peacefully to the spirit, and the spirit left afterward. It sounded ridiculous, but I saw the bruise on my friend’s brother’s ankle. It was real.
Robert Steelflex was one of the most popular kids in school. He was the star of the track team, and was gorgeous. He would date a new girl every week. One week it could be a girl on the softball team, then the next week, a girl on tennis. It was a Friday night, and like most Friday nights the teens in the high school would go up to The Point. The Point is the place kids would go to have some “alone time” away from their parents. Robert’s girl this week was Angie; a girl on the track team. The two went up to The Point, for obvious reasons. On that Friday, Robert and Angie went up to The Point, and that’s when IT happened. Robert and Angie were in Robert’s car, when they heard a noise coming from the outside. Robert and Angie just brushed it off, thinking it was just the wind, and continued on with their night. This time, the noise sounded closer, like it was in the trunk.
ReplyDeleteAngie was scared this time, and made Robert go and check it out. Rob went to the trunk of his car, opened it up, and saw nothing. There was nothing in his trunk; see? It was just the wind, or was it? Robert stood outside for a little bit, thinking about what that strange noise could have been. While Rob’s back was turned, a man appeared from behind. The man was standing behind Robert, with a blade, twelve inches long. Robert turned around, feeling a presence from behind, and there he saw the man holding the blade. Because it was nighttime, it was dark, and he couldn’t make out who the person was.
Robert stood there laughing, thinking it was a practical joke made by one of the kids at The Point, but in reality, it was an insane man who broke out from prison. He went to jail for killing people with a twelve inch blade, but now he broke out, killing even more. Robert was laughing at the man, still thinking it was a prank, until the man shoved the blade right through Robert’s stomach. Robert let out a faint breath of pain, grabbing the hole in his stomach, trying to stop the bleeding. The man went to the passenger side of the car, and cut Angie as well. The man pulled the two bodies away from the car, threw them into the forest, and drove off in Robert’s car.
Now every time a couple goes off to The Point, there always seems to be a missing person report filed. Legend has it that Robert and Angie’s spirits haunt The Point, just to get revenge from the man who killed them. They take the lives of other couples. Never go up to The Point alone or with a friend, no matter the time of day. My father’s brother’s uncle’s nephew’s former roommate was told this story, and he saw the blade that the man used to kill Robert. He was there when it happened. That’s how he knows about this murderous tale.
My cousin told me this story of her brother’s best friend’s doctor’s niece’s twin brother’s coworker’s sister where she and her now husband went to a special beach. At this beach the sand with holds everyone’s future when it comes to love. The story starts with a young couple named Ben and Anna. They had a very happy relationship and even made plans for their future. One day they were walking down this beach and drew their names together in the sand. While they were at the beach they saw an elderly couple who looked deeply in love. From that day they wanted to become like them.
ReplyDeleteSadly a few months later the couple ended up separating. Even though they were never together they always went back to the beach. Each time one of them went they would always see the elderly couple and the two names written in the sand. Anna and Ben both made multiple attempts to remove the names but every time they would leave and return the names would always return with them. One day Anna got fed up and dug up the sand where the names were placed to reveal a million other names underneath. She felt as if there was practical joke going on so Anna confronted the older couple about this weird situation. When Anna asked the elderly couple they smiled at her and said “The sand has magical properties. It can tell if the two names placed into it are meant to be together or not. If you write a couple’s name in the sand and it never leaves then that means they are soul mates. Thus they will always find a way to be together.”
About two years after the encounter Anna and Ban ended up reuniting and getting married. Anna’s friend Ashley tried to do the same thing with her boyfriend’s name. After her returning a day later she found that neither the elderly couple was there or even the names. In the place of the names was “NOT MEANT TO BE!” in all capital letters.
That's cute; I don't hear much about happy urban legends.
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ReplyDeleteIt’s nothing serious just something I’ve heard and I don’t think it’s true but in the back of my mine its actually scaring me it’s all cause of this girl who heard it from this girl who that girl heard it from some dude who that dude heard it from his grandma and well I don’t know anything after that.
But anyways if someone would have told me not to do it I would of stop but anyways the thing is that I took the pencil from the Leroy box of pens and stuff well the thing is that there was this kid name Leroy who was expel for stabbing 5 kids with pen and the thing is the cops never found the pen he use but 10 years later they found his box of pens and never opened it the teacher just left it in the classroom it was founded in and it was to remain there without being touch . I was doing my homework in class and well he thing is I should not be doing it but I need something to write with so I asked people around me and nothing, the next thing I did was look at that pencil box and took one.. That was one of my biggest mistakes ever, now apparently my life is in danger. They say everyone has open that box has died just like the old teacher and 2 other students but they have no eventual proof that that’s the reason that they died I mean the teacher could have been old and died and the students probably had a disease that can kills people, well anyways I think it just an urban legend of the school nothing to be scare of even after the night mares I’ve been having there is nothing to be scare off….nothing.
Los Duendes or the gnomes are like creatures that live inside the walls of homes, especially in the bedroom walls of young children. They attempt to clip the toenails of children often leading to the mistaken removal of entire toes. They are also known for taking items from young children. They appear at night when children are at play; they watch them and then later make their appearance and confront the children. They hide kids or take them. When my little cousin was one year old my aunt said that she would hear her have a conversation with someone else but when she went to check there was no one else with her in the room. Later on, she saw her play and share her toys with someone but yet again there was no one else with her in the room. My aunt would think nothing of it at first because she thought it was normal in a baby’s imagination and she didn’t want to bother her husband with what has been going on since he had other stuff to worry about. One day my aunt was left alone at home since her husband had to go to work. The baby fell asleep downstairs and so my aunt took her to her bedroom and put her in her crib and put up the rails in order for the baby not to fall. She hadn’t gone to the bathroom the whole day because the baby was awake and couldn’t leave her alone so she took advantage that she was asleep to go to the bathroom. She stepped out for a quick second and when she came back the baby wasn’t there and the rails were still up, she knew something was wrong. She remembered what her mother told her before about the tale of the little creatures that like playing around with children and the ones that like to take them far away and these things would happen to children who are not baptized. All of a sudden it triggered that her daughter must have been playing with those things. My aunt got scared but not to the point where she’d run off. She went searching downstairs in the basement, the living room, the little rooms they have for the guests and when she couldn’t find her, she gave up. She called her husband and told him what had been going on, he obviously wasn’t happy. Her call worried him and so he told her he was on his way home, too bad his job wasn’t close enough. She kept looking around but found nothing. She went to her bedroom and let out a soft cry until she felt something under her bed move. She looked under and she saw her baby sleeping under her bed. Ever since this event occurred she and her husband decided to baptize her as soon as possible. They started preparing the whole thing and when she did get baptized all of these strange things stopped in an instant.
ReplyDeleteWhat may look like a beautiful Hilton hotel in Pensylvania on the outside, may not be what people think at first. In the day time, you can hear the normal hustle and bustle of people in the lobby, and people going in and out of their rooms. Nothing at all seems abnormal. Book a room for the night, and your stay will become a nightmare. On every floor, there is always something going on, that has waken up many guests. There have been several reports of sounds coming from the ceeling, the walls and even the bathrooms. This however, is only a bit of what goes on every night.
ReplyDeleteOn the third floor, there is a room all the way down the hall, room 230. There were several reports of people hearing a little girl’s voice in the bathroom, softly singing “The Glory of Love.” According to some deep research, the girl’s dead body was found in the shower stall, where she had hidden herself after being abandoned by her abbusive parents. Guests staying in this particular room have also reported having seen a pail bruzed face in the meror when using the bathroom. Sometimes, the girl can be heard crying, pleading not to be touched or hit, or begging for food. Jerome Edwards, a recent guest states, “ I wanted to see what would happen if I left food for whoever was crying in there. I snuck up some food from dinner, and it was gone when I woke up.”
That’s only just part of what goes on at night. Several guests have reported noise in the lobby, mostly at 11:00 to midnight. People have heard what they think is someone playing a the grand piano. The music would always sound sad and mysterious. Whenever a person would go in that direction, it would be absolutely silent. In the dining area, a Jonny Cash or Patsy Cline record would be heard playing on full volume. Muffled conversations could be heard, mostly between what may be kitchen staff. They would always sound distressed and angry, and they always seemed to be talking about a boss they once had. The exact same thing happens when a person would walk into a room; it would be absolutely silent. The lights however, would flicker on and off and there would be a sudden cold breeze filling the room.
The worst of all this happens in the seventeenth floor. A family of three young children and their parents, were staying in room 666. At about 1:00 A.M., one of the children woke up screaming. It turned out that he was covered in large bruzes and had deep gashes down his arms and legs, spewing blood. 13 minutes later, the mother was on the floor, screaming at the top of her lungs. “It looked as though she was having a seesure,” the father states. “I called the peremedics, but the fit stopped just like that. It was bizzar.”
The mother states, “It was like the twilight zone. One minute I’m asleep, another minute, I’m on the floor and someone is standing over me. I felt like he or she was coming inside of me, and then speaking through me. Then, just like that, it was over. I thought it was a dream until my husband and kids mentioned it.” Still, there is no evidence as to what exactly happened, but room 666 will be forever closed. No one ever speaks of it, or ever dare walk passed it.
She heard the door creak and her head snapped in his direction, removing her hand from her face. John was taken aback as her eyes met his. In that moment Allie looked more like her mother in John’s eyes than she ever had before. He couldn’t help but wonder when she’d matured so much, and how it was that he could’ve missed it. His mouth went dry as he stared blankly at her.
ReplyDelete“What do you want?” She squeaked. John had never heard her sound like that before.
John cleared his throat loudly, trying to recollect his thoughts. He was still at a loss for words.
“Say something or get out,” she snapped.
“You’re so beautiful,” he blurted out.
“What?” She asked confused, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
John walked over to the bed and sat beside his daughter, and felt as though for the first time since she was born, he was really seeing her. “You look so much like your mother,” he said softly. “I don’t know how I never noticed it before.”
ReplyDeleteWorld Gym is a place that everyone in Dunellen knows. Ask anyone in town, they may not know it by name, but the gym by the library is almost a landmark. Many people also know about the bag lady that suspiciously wanders around town. Only a few people, though, can point out the overgrown ally next to the building.
There are some stories swirling around it vary. Some say there’s a homeless man that lives in the shrubs, some people ignore it and think of it as just a little unknown thing to blow off. But the truth lies with the few brave souls who’ve seen the bag lady in her true form.
“Yeah, I’ve seen her.” Mr. Vogel, vice principal of Dunellen High School stated.
“Or…it…I’m not sure what to call it. She walks around town all suspicious like. Most of the time they wear really baggy pants, or gigantic hoop skirts. It makes you think ‘what are they hiding under there?’, you know?”
Surprisingly, there are more than one of these beings that roam around the small town. A total of three have been spotted roaming the area. One of them rides around Columbia Park on her bicycle. This would seem like nothing, but never has she been seen off of her bicycle. Next, there’s the creepy bag lady. Nothing is really remarkable about her, except for her trademark creepiness. Finally, there’s the red headed bag lady. Of course, nothing is suspicious about her, as everyone knows that gingers alone are mythical creatures and can’t possibly be of another mythical race.
“I literally see them all the time,” student Kate O’Donnell reported.
“They’re really eerie, when you think about it. They could be on drugs or something, like seriously, why are you wandering around everywhere? Go home, if you’re actually a grown woman you should have more important things to do than wander around parks talking to kids!”
No one has ever dared to enter the mysterious ally to find out what is inside. There is only one man rumored to have ever ventured inside.
David Maxham, a math teacher at DHS, was walking to DHS on a cloudy Friday night. He had been attending the football game, but remembered that he had left a few things at the school. He figured he could quickly run there, pick his things up and get back to the game.
He casually walked down the road and past the World Gym when he tripped over a bump on the sidewalk and dropped his blue water bottle and it rolled straight into the ally next to the gym. Being Mr. Maxham, he knew that he couldn’t let the perfectly good water bottle go to waste. He pushed aside a few branches of the low trees and went inside. The thick foliage completely blocked out the little light given by the moon and the stars. Mr.Maxham walked with arms outstretched towards the ground in search of his dear water bottle.
The sound of plastic being kicked echoed through the eerily long ally sent a shiver up Maxham’s spine. He bent over and groped at the ground and found his bottle just lying there. A normal person would’ve taken it and ran, not wanting to know what sent it in his direction. But not David Maxham.
Pushing further past the bushes and stepping over the stumps, Maxham swore he could hear sounds of laughter and cheering. He saw a light in the distance with the silhouette of a person standing in it. Maxham tried shouting, but his voice failed him. He started to walk faster towards the figure and tripped over a root. He slid on the dirt and looked up, head still spinning and saw the figure turn towards him. He scrambled to his feet, ready to run, but as he stood he met eyes with the creature. In front of him, a good foot taller than he, stood the half bag lady-half horse Dunellen Centaur.
Some say that this never actually happened. Some say the real Maxham died in that ally and that the Mr. Maxham we all know is actually a bag lady Centaur in disguise. Some say he left the ally a friend of the Centaurs and with a Centaur Horn as a gift. The only one that will ever know, is Mr. Maxham himself.
- Throughout my life I have experience crazy things especially with girls. Especially with the girl I had in high school. I’m a sophomore in high school year 2001 and crazy things happened throughout that year but this one girl caught my eye she was intelligent, gorgeous, very kind, and very very sweet well that’s what I thought. Days go by while we both flirting and getting to know each other things are slowing down between us and I actually think we are going to work out. Months goes by and were kissing in the hallways everybody knows me and here go out but then I go meet her family and she doesn’t even want to tell them we go out. I knew something was suspicious and I asked is everything alright but she replied “I can’t do this anymore” and I nodded why? She told me I am not an average girl and I replied I know you’re not. She said this will be the last time I see her and I started tearing and replied “ima leave than bye”. I found out than she was with another man I couldn’t believe it I thought she was different by she really is and then I knew why. I did meet her parents but they were acting weird they look creepy too one had slim coming out his ear I didn’t say nothing I thought I was in a men and black movie things came into my mind and I figured out she’s a monster but then I thought again nah It couldn’t be. What made it creepier was that it was October month of Halloween. one night I went to her old house because she moved and that was the 5th time she moved in her life school to school. I go to her house and there’s creepy things everywhere I didn’t know what to do either leave or keep searching but I decided to keep searching and I found out pictures from places that I have never seen or heard in the world so my conclusions were actually making sense than I heard the door open. I hide in some corner real ‘quick when the people came to the room I was in I didn’t know what else to do more I was starting to get paranoid but they left the room got what they have forgotten and left again. The next day at school I started to see if there on Google their names or search the school she told me she was going to go but nothing. It was all blank. I could swore this girl is an alien but I don’t know I never got to find out but if I did ew I kissed an alien and that is gross
ReplyDeleteIndependent assignment
ReplyDeleteMy guards were there but who was the one, the one guard who was not a guard, the one traitor amongst the group. I was the one who must survive. I had the one key that decided the fate of the world. The two wizards who followed us both wanted the key. Both were completely identical to each other in every way. The only difference was their purpose. One wanted the key in order to destroy it and to obtain balance in the world once more, who was the good wizard. The other wanted the power of the key all to himself, who was the evil wizard. The question was which one could I trust? I wanted to find the good wizard to rid me of this burden. The only ones I trusted were the guards, but there was a traitor in our midst, I could not trust anyone but myself. The loyal guards I had left along with me had to find this one traitor and capture him, or find the one good wizard in order to destroy the key. There were liars amongst the most loyal of my guards.
“I am the traitor, accuse me now and get it over with,” shouted Stephen. “What’s wrong with everybody? Hey, evil wizard, I’m right here and I know who the key holder is. Reveal yourself so I can tell you.”
I was shocked to hear this from Stephen. I expected him the least of all people. I thought my other guards would arrest him right on the spot so I didn’t get revealed.
“If you were the actual traitor you should reveal who the Key Holder is right now,” said Robert, who was one of the wizards.
“I will, the actual Key Holder is me. I’m a guard as well as being the good and evil wizard,” exclaimed Stephen. Stephen had always had a dizzying intellect when it came to mind games.
There goes a story about how the old town came to be the haunted town. When the town was very young there was an old man who lived in the town and he was always the talk of the town. He did not believe in the church that everyone at the time believed in. He followed the way of the devil and he constantly was calling upon evil spirits to frighten and harm the people of the village. Eventually the towns people became fed up with the old man causing problems so they rounded up everyone in the town and burned his house down with the old man still inside. However the town’s people mad a very grave mistake in the fact that in death the old man’s spirit never vanished from the earth. If anything his connection with other evil spirits has become even stronger than before. More misfortune than ever was happening to the town’s people, wagons were breaking and people were constantly getting hurt. The town was in a panic and everyone turned to the pastor of the church for answers and he was the only person not feeling the effects of the evil spirit. The old man’s spirit was said to not be able to step on the holy ground of the church. The pastor said they must cleanse the land of the evil spirit by blessing the land where the old man’s house use to be. The town then decided to build another church on the old man’s house and that solved all the problems in the town. No one was ever bothered by the spirit again.
ReplyDeleteJerrie Kingston and the Tunnel
ReplyDeleteIt was exactly 10:00 p.m. A cold, autumn breeze made the leaves crunch and crack on the sidewalk. The moon was barely peeking out from the gray, powder-like clouds, making the dark sky appear even darker. Jerrie Kingston, a tall, athletic senior in high school, walked alone beside the street. She was in a rush, trying to get out of the cold, while she was on her way home after a late-night soccer game with her best friends. She had previously snuck out to play soccer, despite her mother’s advice.
It wasn’t a big deal, Jerrie believed.
During her walk, Jerrie only became colder and colder, and her desire to get home quickly only grew larger and larger. The wind made her nose red like a cherry and flushed her cheeks pink like a rose. Her fingers were frozen icicles, paralyzed with the chill that somehow made its way into her thick, black gloves.
I just need to keep walking . . . I just need to keep walking . . . Jerrie told herself repeatedly as she crossed an empty street. As time went by—five minutes to be exact—Jerrie grew terribly weary (for she wounded her ankle during the soccer game), and she longed to get home within the next second. Nonetheless, because of the large town she lived in, she hadn’t even reached the other side of town; she still had several hours to go!
At one point in her walk, Jerrie came across a tunnel. She had never seen it before, but she decided to move closer to it. The tunnel was wide and tall, with a circular entrance. From Jerrie’s point of view, it towered over her by at least sixty feet!
From the outside, the tunnel was so dark, it was impossible to see inside. If one listened for a few seconds, the tunnel was completely silent. Jerrie, as courageous as she was, decided to venture inside the abyss (for her legs were growing weak!).
“Is anybody here?” Jerrie asked, shuffling her feet slowly as she entered the tunnel. Once she heard no reply, she picked up her pace and continued with a confident gait. In no time, Jerrie could see the end of the tunnel, the street lights bright, highlighting the dark gravel of the streets underneath. In no time, Jerrie would be home, she believed.
I just need to keep walking . . . I just need to keep walking . . .
Jerrie reached the end of the tunnel and began to walk outside, but instead of being welcomed once more by the cold, autumn breeze, the noisy leaves, or the timid moon, she was back at the start of the tunnel all over again, with the bright street lights several feet away—more than it was before!
With a humble shrug, Jerrie began to walk through the tunnel once more, and before she knew it, she was at the end. Right before she stepped outside, however, Jerrie realized she was at the tunnel’s entrance once more! Nonetheless, the brave Jerrie continued to walk towards the tunnel’s exit over and over again, but each time she was set back at the tunnel’s entrance, further from the exit than she had been before! Jerrie relentlessly tried exiting the tunnel all night, but before long, she was so far from the exit, it was impossible for her to leave!
If only she had listened to her mother . . . but “if only” was too late.
Since then, for every autumn night at 10:00pm, each and every child that walked home alone after rebelling against their mother and playing soccer, found that same, tall, wide, dark tunnel. And every single time, that child would never return home again. It was often believed that if one listened close enough, the faint footsteps of Jerrie Kingston could still be heard echoing in the tunnel.
Passed down among generations of my family is “the legend of the shop keeper.” I may not be a credible source for this story since I learned it long ago, but my grandparents still swear on the graves of their elders that this story is true. It all started back in Sweden, the homeland of my ancestors. My great, great, great grandfather was just a boy. He lived just outside of a big city and earned money to feed his sick mother alongside his factory working father. In this factory, my great, great, great grandfather, Sven, was in charge of threading shoelaces through boots and then boxing, and delivering the boots to the clients. Sven had a specific route to take on his delivery trips every Wednesday and Friday. First, he would take his bike, with the attachment to carry the boots on the back, on a long path into the city where he would visit multiple shops, selling the product to shoe merchants. Then, he takes the long path back, stopping at the local convenience shop to spend the percentage of the income that he is allowed to keep.
ReplyDeleteOne day, though, this trip to the convenience shop was not quite as typical as he’d expect his Friday afternoon to be. He parked his bike on the side of the shop, as normal, and skipped up to the door that normally has a sign that says “welcome,” allowing entrance to the bright, cheerful store full of candies and wonders. Sven soon found that this sign wasn’t present and the store had more of an eerie feeling than a welcoming one. He looked through the window in the door, searching for the man that he favored most, besides his father, yet the shop was empty. There were no longer rows of merchandise, nor was there a counter behind which Mr. Rydelin was standing with the large smile on his face. In his attempt to find some normality in this shop, he pushed his face against the door harder, realizing that it was unlocked. Sven pushes open the door, hearing the familiar ding of the bell that signifies the entrance of a costumer. What he found was nothing that he expected. Back where Mr. Rydelin normally stood was a long, gray mass on the dusty floor. Approaching this mass slowly in the dark building, Sven saw staring back at him, the vacant eyes that once expressed the soul of Mr. Rydelin himself. There was no doubt in young Sven’s mind that the shopkeeper had been left for dead, bleeding from both arms and the base of his neck. Frightened, Sven ran from the store, mounted his bike and rode as quickly as possible back to the refuge of his father’s arms and the comfort of the familiar factory. Petrified, Sven didn’t tell a soul of the horrors he saw that day.
Come Wednesday, Sven took his trip again. Out of habit, he passed by the same little store, and as he passed he looked in, expecting to find the same dark and vacant area that he had found the previous week. To his surprise he saw quite the opposite. Mr. Rydelin standing in his normal place, waving with a huge grin, one similar, but not quite the same as how it once had been.
Deep in the dark forest is an old abandoned building. The walls and floors are decaying, but if you dare to enter the room at the end of the corridor you’ll find some lost and lonely children. “Oh! You’re finally here! We’ve been waiting for you all this time. Won’t you come and play with us?” They children are smiling and laughing, hoping for you to say yes; but if you do, be prepared for the consequences. Even though these children seem sweet and cute, they are actually malicious monsters that won’t hesitate to kill you. A failed result of a Nazi experiment, these children cannot die. They suffer every day from the strain of this curse, and have become cold-hearted. They intend to make sure that anyone who enters their domain suffers like how they do. Minds shattered, bodies broken, and left as failures the demon children never forgave the adults who made them this way. They became envious of the other children who weren’t like them and could live normal lives. If you are wise, never enter the building in the woods. However, if you are so foolish as to do so, you’ll find yourself in a lifeless corridor with no way to go but forward. Once you open the door, the children will ask you if you would like to play. If you say yes, you will stuck playing their games forever; at least until another victim comes. If you say no, they will slam the door in your face and refuse to let you in. When you turn around, your worst fear will be in front of you and will shred you to oblivion. However, if you say that you don’t understand you must be honest. The children will tell you to go home, and you’ll be able to leave unscathed. If you somehow survive and make it home, never go searching for that building again, otherwise you might not be as lucky as you were the first time.
ReplyDeleteThis is an alternate assignment that I did for the Urban Legend, it is long but it really gets my point across well.
ReplyDeleteWhy I am who I am. This is a little essay of why I became who I am.
Why do people turn out the way they do? Most of the time it’s because of friends and the environment that people live in. In my case it’s because of everything, but first before I can start to describe why I am me, I have to describe myself. I have a very bubbly personality and I love to smile. I’m very active and I’m very friendly. I’m also a very faithful person, I believe in God and that Jesus died on the cross for our sin and I do what I know is right. I hate it when I mess up and I don’t like a lot of things about this world, like the music or what the world wants from me. Also I have made high goals in my life that I want to achieve. I have a motivation to succeed and I won’t stop until I do. Well now that you know my character I can tell you how I became this way. The first big reason is that I grew up in a house of complete Christians. This has affected me greatly and is a huge part of me. By growing up in a Christian home I was raised differently than many of the other students. I was raised to say that this world is full of evil but we can change that. I was also taught in the way of how a Christian girl should act, that is why I don’t like when I mess up or a lot of the music that secular artists produce. This is also the reason why I don’t like how the world is pushing Christian to do wrong, and to say things that they don’t want to say. But this isn’t the only thing that has shaped me. My friends are a huge influence in my life. I love my friends like they are family. We grew as a group and are still growing. One of my best friends, Julia, has made me a better person and she helps me cheer up if I’m ever in a distressed mood. Another one of my best friends, Desirae, has such an optimistic smile and character that I can’t help but smile and laugh. She has influenced me a lot too because if I never knew her I don’t think that I would be as happy as I am. Another best friend is Carolyn. She inspires me to want to reach a high goal in life. She was the valedictorian in our class in Eighth grade and even though I know I can’t catch up to her and be the valedictorian I can still try and work hard to move up in ranks. One of my other best friends is Caitlin. She is so much fun to hang around with and I really enjoy her company. She has influenced my life because she also makes me smile when she make fun of me. There are three other people that have influenced who I am. These three people are my cousin Kirsten, my brother, Stephen, and my sister Sarah. My cousin has made me who I am greatly because she inspired me to be a vet. I love pets and when she opened her own vet clinic it made me think that I could do it as well. That I can succeed like her. My brother has made me who I am because we have gotten really close over the years and know we talk so much and have so much fun. He has helped me through difficult times and I know that we have a special bond. Now the last person that has inspired me is my sister. Where should I start? She made me who I am but she did so much for me that I don’t know where to start. She is one of the best people in my life. She has the sweetest smile and inspires me so much. Even now she inspires me. She was the valedictorian as well and she is pretty much perfect. I look up to her so much. Sometimes I get so upset because I want to be like her so badly. I never see her bad side; to me she’s like an angel. She changed me because as soon as I could understand academics and education and success and many other main keys in life, I wanted to be like her. She is the main reason why I want to succeed in life, because I want to be like her and I want to show her that I can succeed. These people and my family are who made me who I am today, and this is why I am who I am.
My story is about a man who is 5 feet tall and 11 inches tall. He is a man who lives in a town called Dunellen. A town where everybody knows but there is one man who is told to be the man who has the best hats ever. His hats are like no other and nobody could ever wear them like him. He is always seen with a hat o, nobody has ever seen the top of his head because he always has a hat on. It is said that one time when he was seen without a hat is when he tripped and fell and whoever saw him without the hat on he attacked the person and killed them. He is that serious about wearing a hat because one day he was a Dunellen high school football game and the announcer asked if everybody could stand for the song and please to remove their hats and he stood but he didn’t take off his hat and everybody just stared at him wondering why he didn’t take off his hat but nobody knows the true story why he always wears a hat. Except for now because I know the reason why, the reason why he always wears a hat is because. He was given a hat by his mother and father at a very young age around 4 or 5 years old I believe. Then one day when they took a vacation to Jersey shore his mom and dad went missing. They disappeared on a boat while they were on a date. Nobody knows how far or how they disappeared. So since then he decided always to wear a hat, if it’s a new or old hat but he decided to always wear one to let his mothers and fathers legacy live on
ReplyDeleteHe was a beast on the field, but a gentleman in person. He was the next Clay Mathews, he had speed and agility, but when having a conversation with him, you could never tell. His name was Felix and he was the best football player in the world. He was the Lionel Messy of football. Kids walked around with his number on his back with a bronco’s jersey. And one day I finally got to see him play. He ran on the field and everyone cheered, they knew that they were in for a show. The coin toss was won and they picked having the ball first. The Bronco’s took their position and watched the ball as it was kicked to the receiver, but nobody watched him. They all watched the Felix as he began to run at the men that he was going to block, he ran through the first man, he was a piece of lead and they were all pieces of paper trying to block him. He wasn’t going to stop and the runner knew that, so the runner got behind Felix, and sure enough, it was 7 nothing within 10 seconds because of Felix. This was going to be a long game for the eagles and they knew it. The game was over and after a 48 point lead, it should have been. Felix was later awarded MVP after he lead his team to winning the s*perbowl.
ReplyDeleteSome people say that he isn’t real. They say it’s a myth, that it can’t be true. But as a person who has seen it through their own eyes, I can tell you that he is all too real. It started twenty years ago when the first person came running back into town. Screaming, yelling, and wandering hopelessly in an attempt to forget what had just occurred.
ReplyDeleteA person asked her, “What happened? Tell us and we can try and help you.” But after this she only responded with, “No. No one can help me now. I just need to get away from here.”
It was a strange event to say the least. After this run-in with the townspeople she quickly ran away without speaking another word. The townspeople were left in shock and in bewilderment at what just happened. But, because they had nothing else to do, they were forced to forget it even happened.
This would not be the only incident, however, that would cause them to wonder what tortured that girl on the original day. It came about a year down the road, this second incident. This time I was an eyewitness to the event and I can tell you that it was eerily similar to the first. A girl came rushing in the middle of town. Some thought it was the same girl but I could tell by the pure shock that this was someone who had seen something for the first time.
She could only describe a lone figure. There was a man. She said he snuck up on her from behind and grabbed her. But she shook him loose. He mumbled, “I am looking for someone. Where is he? He promised he would come back to save me. We were surrounded. No one there to help.”
She noticed he was carrying a gun. This was the last thing she noticed before she fled the scene. This was the most we could get from her. There was no use going after this man. We could affect nothing that had already happened. This was the tale of the man who was clearly disturbed.
It was a cold, rainy night in New York City. Little 12 year old Joey had just gotten done with his play rehearsal and needed to get home somehow. His turn of the century cellphone was given to him for instances like this, to call for a ride. He called his mom twice and she didn’t answer either times. He then tried his father, but the result was the same. He dismissed their behavior as a coincidence and reasonable considering how busy they were. Distraught with the thought of walking to the apartment by himself in New York City, Joey decided to call for a cab. His unluckiness increased as it was nearly impossible to find a cab, and in New York City of all places. He was just about to give up and walk when he saw one parked down the street. The windows were foggy, probably because of the rain, he thought. He knocked on the window to see if it was available, and the cab driver responded by unlocking the car doors. Drenched in Earth’s precipitation, he leaned forward to avoid wetting the car seat. Upon leaning forward, he noticed the medallion hanging from the rear view mirror. Strangely enough, it was a stereotypical bone. He didn’t question it, however. Realizing he needed to give a destination, he told the driver
ReplyDelete“114 W. 7th Street, please.” The cab driver put the car in drive and sped off, startling Joey, but he didn’t think much of it. The hum of the engine and the rain sent Joey into a blissful sleep. When he awoke, he noticed he was nowhere near his destination. Despite attempts to bang on the window to alert the driver, he didn’t respond. That’s when panic set in. He tried to open the doors, but it was to no avail. Also, the unlock switch was missing. The driver pulled into an abandoned warehouse, exited the vehicle, opened the back door and held a gun to Joey’s face. He was never seen again.