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Reflections: Urban Legends

Reflections: Urban Legends

October 31 / 17

We all know what day it is and it would be very appropriate for you guys to read some urban legends. Found these gems courtesy of ThoughtCo. The article, written by David Emery focuses on these urban legends. Are these truth or fiction? I can’t answer that. Read these stories and think for yourself. To see the rest of this article click here.


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The Dead Boyfriend

Here are two examples of the urban legend known as the “The Dead Boyfriend.”

Example #1:

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!!!

Example #2:

Here’s a story my mom told to me and my friends when I was about seven years old. You can imagine I was scared to death…

A woman and her boyfriend were on their way home from somewhere (not important) one night, and suddenly his car ran out of gas. It was about one in the morning and they were completely alone in the middle of the nowhere.

The guy stepped out of the car, saying comfortingly to his girlfriend, “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back. I’m just going to go out for some help. Lock the doors, though.”

She locked the doors and sat restlessly, waiting for her boyfriend to come back. Suddenly, she sees a shadow fall across her lap. She looks up to see… not her boyfriend, but a strange, crazed-looking man. He is swinging something in his right hand.

He sticks his face close to the window and slowly pulls up his right hand. In it is her boyfriend’s decapitated head, twisted horribly in pain and shock. She shuts her eyes in horror and tries to make the image go away. When she opens her eyes, the man is still there, grinning psychotically. He slowly lifts his left hand, and he is holding her boyfriend’s keys… to the car.

 

 

The Vanishing Hitchhiker

Also known as “The Ghost Hitchhiker,” “The Phantom Hitchhiker” and “The Lady in White”

A newlywed couple, Nathan and Heather, were driving up the northern California coast to spend their dream honeymoon in a quaint bed-and-breakfast with a seaside view. They had hoped to arrive before dark, but a heavy fog had descended on Highway 1 and their progress was slow. They were at least an hour-an-a-half from their destination as night fell.

If you’ve ever driven that stretch of highway you know how tortuous it can be, with its narrow lanes and switchback curves. It was just as they were rounding one of those curves that they passed a solitary hitchhiker, a young woman in a wispy white dress standing on the shoulder with thumb outstretched.

“Good luck getting a ride on a night like this,” muttered Nathan under his breath.

“Stop the car and turn around,” said Heather. “Please, she’s all alone. We have to give her a ride.”

“We’re two hours late.”

“Please.”

Nathan pulled off the road and turned around. As they approached the girl from the opposite direction they could see her dress was in tatters. Her face was pale and gaunt.

“Can we give you a ride?” Heather asked as they pulled up beside her.

“Oh, thank you,” said the young woman, who appeared to be in her late teens or early twenties. “I have to get home. My parents will be worried sick.”

“Where do you live?” asked Nathan.

“Just down the road, about 10 miles,” she said, climbing into the back seat. “There’s an intersection with an abandoned gas station. Across from there. It’s a white house with a rose garden. They’re waiting for me.”

As they made their way north again Heather attempted to make conversation, but the girl fell silent and slumped in the back seat, apparently asleep.

After about 15 minutes Nathan spotted a dilapidated service station.

“Is this it?” he asked. “Hey, is this the intersection?”

Heather turned to wake the young woman and caught her breath. “Nathan, she’s gone.”

‘”What do you mean, ‘she’s gone’?” Nathan said, pulling into the driveway of the white house. “How can she be gone?”

She was right. The hitchhiker had vanished.

A light came on and two people, an elderly couple, stepped out onto the porch.

“Can we help you?” the man asked. He looked as though he dreaded hearing the answer.

“I don’t know,” Nathan began. “We were driving, and we picked up this hitchhiker, a girl.”

“And she gave you this address,” said the man, “and asked you to bring her home.”

‘Yes,” said Heather.

“And then she was gone?” Heather nodded. “You aren’t crazy,” the man said. “And you’re not the first. She was our daughter. Her name was Diane. She passed away seven years ago, killed by a hit-and-run driver on the highway. They never caught whoever did it. I guess her spirit won’t rest until they do.”

Nathan and Heather were speechless.

“Won’t you come inside for coffee or tea?” said the woman. “You’ve had a shock. Some in and sit down.”

“No. Thank you, but no. We’re late,” said Heather. “We have to get going.”

After exchanging uncomfortable goodbyes, the newlyweds departed, as they had arrived, in stunned silence.

 

Aren’t You Glad You Didn’t Turn on the Light?

Tales known as “Aren’t You Glad You Didn’t Turn on the Light?” or,”The Roommate’s Death,” might be told around the campfire or at sleepovers. Often it is told in urban legend style as if it happened to a friend of a friend at a nearby university. You might be worried that it is recent incident and a serial killer might be stalking the campus. You can allay your fears by matching the story you just heard with long-circulating urban legends.

Here are two examples.

AREN’T YOU GLAD YOU DIDN’T TURN ON THE LIGHT?

As told by W. Horton:

Two dormmates in college were in the same science class. The teacher had just reminded them about the midterm the next day when one dorm mate—let’s call her Juli—got asked to this big bash by the hottest guy in school. The other dorm mate, Meg, had pretty much no interest in going and, being a diligent student, she took notes on what the midterm was about. After the entire period of flirting with her date, Juli was totally unprepared for her test, while Meg was completely prepared for a major study date with her books.

At the end of the day, Juli spent hours getting ready for the party while Meg started studying. Juli tried to get Meg to go, but she was insistent that she would study and pass the test. The girls were rather close and Juli didn’t like leaving Meg alone to be bored while she was out having a blast.

Juli finally gave up, using the excuse that she would cram in homeroom the next day.

Juli went to the party and had the time of her life with her date. She headed back to the dorm around 2 a.m. and decided not to wake Meg. She went to bed nervous about the midterm and decided she would wake up early to ask Meg for help.

She woke up and went to wake Meg. Meg was lying on her stomach, apparently sound asleep. Juli rolled Meg over to reveal Meg’s terrified face. Juli, concerned, turned on the desk lamp. Meg’s study stuff was still open and had blood all over it. Meg had been slaughtered. Juli, in horror, fell to the floor and looked up to see, written on the wall in Meg’s blood: “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?”

THE ROOMMATE’S DEATH

As told by Jon Little:

I heard about a girl who went back to her dorm room late one night to get her books before heading to her boyfriend’s room for the night. She entered but did not turn on the light, knowing that her roommate was sleeping. She stumbled around the room in the dark for several minutes, gathering books, clothes, toothbrush, etc. before finally leaving.

The next day, she came back to her room to find it surrounded by police. They asked if she lived there and she said yes. They took her into her room, and there, written in blood on the wall, were the words, “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?” Her roommate was being murdered while she was getting her things.

 

Hope you enjoy reading these. Enjoy, be safe, be blessed!

 

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