The Killer in the Back Seat

As a woman was getting into her car she noticed a man with a strange look on his face walking quickly toward her. She jumped into the car and drove away, but before long she saw the man was following her in another car. She panicked and drove home as quickly as she could, swerved into the driveway and screamed for her husband. Her husband ran out just as the following man pulled up, jumped from his car and yelled "Lady, there's someone hiding in your back seat!"

The Licked Hand

A young girl was left alone at home for the first time with only her dog to protect her, she heard a bulletin on the radio about a Dangerous Lunatic that had escaped from a nearby asylum, she immediately locked all the doors and went to bed. A dripping sound from the bathroom made it difficult to fall asleep, she reached down under her bed to make sure her faithful dog was by her side, he replied by licking her hand enthusiastically. The next morning when she woke up and went to the bathroom room, she found her dog hanging from the shower nozzle, blood dripping from his torn throat, on the mirror written in blood were the words: "People can lick, too!"

Another Roomate's Death

A young coed was returning from a night out with her friends and she didn't want to disturb her sleeping roomate, so she crept into the room and found her way in the darkness, undressed and slid into bed. The next morning as she awoke and turned to say something to her friend, she saw her mangled body on the blood-soaked bed, and written in her roomate's blood on the wall were the words: "AREN'T YOU GLAD YOU DIDN'T TURN ON THE LIGHT?"

Bloody Mary

If you stand in front of a mirror in a dark room and chant "Bloody Mary" twelve times starting at the stroke of midnight, the face of a hideous woman will appear in the mirror. It's the spirit of a girl who was born with a disfiguring disease and was killed by a cruel joke gone awry.
This one's a classic. It's told about a thousand different ways, sometimes she scratches, slaps, grabs, kills... The number of chants changes, and what is chanted changes. Some good ones are Black Agnes and Hell Mary. Sometimes she's a witch who was burned at the stake, or an innocent woman accused and burned. The stroke of midnight isn't very common, most the time it merely has to take place at night. I liked it because it makes it more difficult for even the bravest souls not to pause under pressure.

The Hairy Hitchhiker

A young lady driving alone down the highway one night say a large gray-haired woman slowly walking along the side of the road. She pulled over and offered the old woman a ride. As they rode along, the women made small-talk. As the old lady offered her a stick of gum, she noticed the old woman's hands were very wide and the knuckles were badly scarred, she also saw how incredibly hairy the woman's arm was. Realizing her mistake, she swerved and said she thought she'd hit something, then she stopped and asked the old lady if she'd take a look. When the old lady was behind the car, the girl sped off. The young girl immediately felt guilty realizing that she had probably just been an old woman, and in her nervousness she had behaved very badly. She felt even worse when she notice the old woman's purse sitting in the floor of the passenger side. Realizing she couldn't just go on with it, she lifted it from the floor and saw that inside it was filled with wallets, watches and jewelry and a large bloody hunting knife.

Out of Gas

One night this girl and her boyfriend were out parking in the woods. After awhile, the girl finally said to the guy, “I’ve got to get home, it’s almost curfew.” “Okay,” he said. He turned the ignition but the car wouldn’t start. “I don’t believe it!” he told her. “I just put gas in the car 4 hours ago, but now it’s empty!” “Yeah right!” said his girlfriend. “Come on-I’m serious. Dad will kill me if I’m late!” “If you don’t believe me, see for yourself! The car’s definitely out of gas.” With that, he went outside to scope out the situation. “It looks like something punctured the tank-maybe a stick or something.”he said. “I plugged the hole with my gum, but I have to go get some gas if we want to get out of here. Lock the doors and wait here-I won’t be long.” He grabbed the car keys and took off through the woods. The girl’s curfew came and went, but still no sign of her boyfriend. Pretty soon she started feeling creeped out. She made sure that the doors were looked and that all the windows were up, but that didn’t help. Then she spotted a figure walking toward her in the moonlight. “Oh good! He’s finally back!” she thought. But as the figure got closer, she saw that it wasn’t her boyfriend. It was a big man wearing stained clothes and a huge, horrible grin. Finally, he stood right outside the window, grinning
maniacally at her through the glass. It was then that the girl realized the stains on his clothes were actually blood. But that’s not what made her scream. She screamed because now she could tell what the shiny thing in his hand was: the car keys

The Mummy’s Curse.


In the late 1890s, four Englishmen traveling in Egypt were invited to buy a mummy case containing the ancient remains of Princess Amen-Ra, They all touched the coffin in awe, then drew straws to see who would get to buy it. The man who won had the coffin taken to his hotel. That night, several people saw him walk out into the dessert. he never returned. The next day, another of the four was accidentally shot by his servant and had to have his arm amputated. Not long after, the third returned home to find that he’d lost his life savings; and the fourth got really sick, lost his job, and was reduced to selling matches on the street. For the next few years, wherever the coffin went, death and strange accidents followed. Eventually, the mummy case was donated to the British Museum. There. night watchmen repeatedly heard frantic hammering coming from inside the coffin; when one of the watchmen died on duty, the others threatened to quit. Finally, the museum sold the mummy to a private collector-who, after several weird accidents, tried to sell it again. For years there were no takers. Then in April 1912, the mummy was purchased by an American archaeologist, who proudly escorted his treasure aboard a brand-new ocean liner headed for New York City. The name of the ship? The Titanic.