October…
The month when leaves change color and begin to fall.
When farmers finish harvesting their crops and prepare the fields for winter. When days are cold, then warm, then rainy, then sunny all in the same week. The month when birds fly south, and apples and pumpkins are picked. The month when football hockey and the World Series compete for TV viewers.
However….it's Halloween that steels the show in October.
A night when wherewolves, Vampires and Witches walk together. When Princesses, Fairies, Batmans and Supermans share the sidewalk with Harry Potters, Hermonie's , Buzz Lightyears, Green Army Men and Aliens.
In honor of Halloween I thought it would be fun to share a scary tale. I came across Campfire Tales - The Scariest Urban Legends Ever at
http://urbanlegends.about.com/od/horrors/ss/Campfire-Tales.htm
and recognized a story from my youth—a slightly different version but the same general premise.
Scary Story #6 "The Boyfriend's Death"
A Girl and her boyfriend are making out in his car. They had parked in the woods so no one would see them. When they were done, the boy got out to pee and the girl waited for him in the safety of the car. After waiting five minutes, the girl got out of the car to look for her boyfriend. Suddenly, she sees a man in the shadows. Scared, she gets back in the car to drive away, when she hears a very faint squeak... squeak... squeak... This continued a few seconds until the girl decided she had no choice but to drive off. She hit the gas as hard as possible but couldn't go anywhere, because someone had tied a rope from the bumper of the car to a nearby tree. Well, the girl slams on the gas again and then hears a loud scream. She gets out of the car and realizes that her boyfriend is hanging from the tree. The squeaky noises were his shoes slightly scraping across the top of the car!!!
I bet you remember a scary story from your childhood...want to share?
Marin
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I remember hearing that story as a child.
A school bus in Texas crashed killing all 10 children inside. On the eve of the crash, a person can park their car at the bottom of the hill, turn the engine off, and sit in terror as the vehicle slowly makes it way to the top of the hill. When talcum powder, flour, or any white powdery substance is placed on the bumper, ten sets of little hands will hauntingly appear.
Now, I'm sure that there is more to the story but this is all I can remember. Whether it's true or not, let's just say, my cousins from Texas do not even attempt to prove it wrong :)
Savannah...a version of this story is told almost everywhere in the country...as a matter of fact a teen from my daughter's high school just produced an independent film shot in Saint Charles, IL about this very story...right down to the baby powder on the front bumper of the car :-) I wish I could recall the title but i think the movies only been shown in Illinois so far...the boy's father's pretty wealthy and paid for the production of the film. Amazing how far these stories spread ...thanks for stopping by and sharing!
Good stuff scary stories.
This was my high school fav. My mother told it as a true story.
A boy and girl were parked in hidden peak making out. The local station playing current hits. A sudden break in the music to breaking news. A violent murderer had just escaped from the local pen. Everyone was to be vigilant and very careful. He could be recgnized because he had a hook for a left hand. The couple felt a little nervous and decided to go back home. When they got to her place and he came round to open her door... there was a hook caught in the handle of her door.
(Obviously a long time ago as car doors no longer have handles.)
Linda--great "Hook" story! I LOL'd...was your mom tryig to scare you from going off into the woods with your boyfriends? :-)
Thanks for sharing!
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