- My parents are very religious. When I was three years old I was introduced to "bad luck." It didnt seem like much at the time, but when I was older I did some research. I found that black dogs are a sign of death. And this stood out to me, because right before my learning of luck I had seen a black lab pass from my mother's bedroom to my brother's. My mother had fallen ill and my brother died the following week. An old black lab with glowing red eyes and a personality to match -- a mystery. I see the dog to this day. Trying to chase it, trying to stop it, is my only will. But you cannot cheat death..? My whole family and all of my friends have been overtaken. If I'm the only one to see this, how long until me?
- —Guest nevermore
- Back in Mexico there is a story about a street called Route 69, where a woman was killed in a car accident. They say that a man by the name of Juan was driving through the street late at night in order to avoid traffic going to his home. Suddenly a woman appears on the street. He swerves and misses the woman, so he continues. A few seconds later, just to make sure, he looks in his rear-view mirror to check what happened, and there on the backseat was the woman from the street, crying. He was never seen again.
- —Guest obliterationx
The White Dog
- My mom always tells me this story about how my grandma in her younger days used to tell lies. Once at a party she said there was a white dog wandering around that place. She said he was kind of like a devil. So on their way home this huge white dog appeared. He was barking at them with evilness. The dog was following my grandma and her friends all the way home. After that she stopped telling lies. But wait. . . was it really the Devil?
- —Guest Jay
China Doll Killer
- In front of our school there's an old, freaky house. Apparently there was a little girl and her parents (and grandma) who lived there in Victorian times. The little girl went to a shop with her grandma and saw a china doll. Her grandma let her buy it. When they got home they locked it in the china cabinet. Later, when the girl went to bed, she heard a creak on the stairs and a high voice saying, "I'm on the first step and I'm going to kill your family." The little girl got scared and went across the landing and looked down the stairs. No one there, so she went to her grandma, who said she would sleep on her floor next to her. When she began to drift off to sleep again, she heard more creaks, then a high voice saying, "I'm on the landing and I've killed your parents, I'm in the bedroom and I've killed your grandma." The little girl wet herself before screaming with her last breath. The neighbors called the police, who inspected the house. The china cab was still closed.
Close Death of Wonderland Teen
- My eldest son, born in 1973, got summer work at Canada's Wonderland when he was a teenager. Just before year-end celebrations of teenage employees, my son was running up and down the carpeted stairs, and, as I myself in '50's had slipped down our old hardwood stairs on several occasions, I kept telling him he could possibly break his neck. My son was disobedient and did not listen. Sure enough, he slipped and dislocated his knee, went to the Sports Hospital in Toronto, and after extensive operations to retie ligaments, had a cast on his leg. All his Wonderland friends and co-workers came by the house sign his cast and socialize with him while I supplied them with potato chips, treats and soda pop. Year end he wanted to go to the festive celebrations of young Wonderland employees, but the directors told him no. His friends, who he would have been with driving home, rolled their car and died. My son, now 36, alive with aching knee to date. Was not his time?
- —Guest JOSEPH EDWIN
Baby Rejects Poison Furniture Polish
- Mother goes to give baby born in April 1946 castor oil for irregularity in bowel movements, and baby boy keeps mouth tightly closed, twisting head back and forth, refusing to take the castor oil. Frustrated and impatient mother takes a second look at the bottle and finds it to be a bottle of toxic furniture polish, definitely poison, that was beside the castor oil bottle in the cupboard, and had a similar-looking label. The baby could tell the difference from the smell of the solution, so refused to open mouth and accidentally consume poison polish. Horrified mother then placed the furniture polish down in a locked cupboard with her cleaning products, to not have another mix-up. The baby was me, now, in 2009, 63 years of age, the only surviving person of our immediate family.
- —Guest JOSEPH EDWIN
Molly My Dolly
- There once was a girl who was told to babysit her little sister. She put the sister to bed then went downstairs. She placed her doll on the bottom step and went to watch TV.Then she heard, "One molly my dolly, two molly my dolly, I'm going to get you." She goes out and looks at the landing. There's Molly on the stairs, but a liitle further up. She thinks it's just because she's tired, and ignores it. Then, just as she sits down, she hears it again. "Three molly my dolly, four molly my dolly, nearly at your door." So she checks, but can't be bothered to move the doll and doesn't notice it's nearly at the top of the stairs. She goes back and phones one of her friends. Whilst on the phone she hears, "Six molly my dolly, seven molly my dolly, I'll be there quick." Then she hears again, "Seven molly my dolly, eight molly my dolly, now you're too late." Really scared now, she walks upstairs. She goes into the little girl's room. She is dead, and the doll is holding a knife, still singing...
- —Guest too true
- My dad told me this story. One day a couple were on their honeymoon, and couldn't find anywhere to stay. They decided to stay at an old inn owned by an old woman in the countryside somewhere. While they were sleeping the wife was awakened by the sound of a rocking chair in her room. She also heard someone counting. Thinking that a ghost was there she turned to wake up her husband, but he wasn't there... She then caught sight of the old woman that owned the inn holding the wife's husband's severed head... she was pulling his hair out in strands... That was what she was counting. She stopped and turned to the woman and smiled maniacally... She then saw a newspaper on her bedside with the old woman's face on it, with the headline reading: 'Patient escapes mental institution'. 2 days after that the bodies of the couples were found with bald heads next to them... The old woman is still on the loose...
- —Guest Roma
- This is an urban legend kind of like "Bloody Mary." A small 6-year-old once went shopping with her grandma. She saw this beautiful rag doll. The girl didn't have many friends -- in fact, she got picked on a lot. So when she got the doll from her grandma she played with it all the time and took it everywhere. Then something changed. She was talking to it like it was a real person. The girl didn't know that the doll was possessed by the previous owner. She formed a special bond with the doll. All the kids that made fun of her strangely had their eyes torn out of there sockets. The one boy who was very religious managed to avoid Molly's spirit, claimed to have seen a blond girl with bloody eye sockets and no eyes.
- —Guest Blondie 409
- Growing up, I heard the story of Stumpy, a violent criminal who was shot in the leg when he was running away from the police. He escaped into the woods, but the leg became infected. With no other choice, he chopped off his leg with an axe, and attached a wooden stump in its place. He would go into town at night and rob houses. You could hear him coming from the sound of his wooden leg hitting the floor and dragging.
- —Guest spooked
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