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In a small town of Georgia
there was an old man who had no legs. The only way he could move around was by
dragging himself around by his long, long, nails. He was also a killer. He would
sneak around the town and kill people with his
long, long, nails. So, because of this, the people were ordered to go inside at exactly
6:00 pm and lock their doors until he was caught.
One night a little girl asked her mom if she could go play at her friends house.
The mother looked at the clock, it was 4:00pm. She told the little girl to be home
by 5:45 because thats when "click-click" came out. The little girl agreed and was
on her way. She played and played but lost track of time because when
she headed home, it was already 5:48. By the time
she was close to her home it was 6:00 pm. She observed people locking their doors
and calling in there kids.
"Shoot, I'd better run" she thought. Finally she reached her street. But that's
when she heard the noise...click click drag click click drag. It got louder and
louder. She turned around and there he was, Click-Clack! She ran to her front
door...click clack drag click clack drag... She pounded on the door but her Mother
had fallen asleep...Click Clack Drag Click Clack Drag... The pounding stopped.
Upon waking, and forgetting that her daughter had gone out to play
the last evening, Mother opened the door to get her newspaper. She screamed in
horror at the sight. Written on the step in blood was,
"Mother, why didn't you open the door?" She was never seen again...
She walks out of work at
midnight, every agonizing step being felt by her swollen feet, having survived
one of the busiest nights at the diner. She daydreams of the "things to do" list
that has to be tackled tomorrow and the hot bath waiting for her when she gets
to her house. Suddenly, she is brought back to reality when she hears footsteps
falling in behind her. She strains to hear their rhythm, trying to assure herself
it's just someone out for an evening stroll, or perhaps just needing to buy
something at the corner store. Desperately she tries to keep her heart from
pounding so loud that the whole neighborhood isn't awakened.
She picks up her stride and turns the first corner towards home. Convinced her
imagination is working overtime until she acutely notices the heavy falling
footsteps turn the corner and quicken their pace. She turns sharply, ready to
face the unseen stranger but all she views is an empty sidewalk. Though no one
appears to be around, the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, warning her
of impending danger. She looks around for anything that will offer her safety,
when she sees the local cemetery groundskeeper tending to one of the graves.
Quickly she reaches the cemetery's large cast iron gate and throws it open with
a force that even surprises her. Running through the grounds, she is unaware
that the footsteps have stopped short, refusing to enter this forbidden
darkness of souls.
She stumbles on the first mound encountered and scrambles to get up. Finally,
getting to her feet, she realizes something is preventing her from moving. Looking
down, she sees dirt encrusted hands rising from the bowels of the grave and
encircling her ankles. She lets out a blood curdling scream and fights desperately
to get released, but the gnarled hands hang on with an unearthly strength. Kicking
as hard as she can, she loses her balance, falls backwards and begins being pulled
under the soft soil. Down into the eternal darkness...down into the terror that
lies beneath........Her fingernails claw at empty air and she brings them down,
where they settle on the handle of a shovel, left behind from work done earlier
in the day. She lifts it in the air and comes down hard on the imprisoning hands.
The grip loosens for a split second, time enough for her to break free and
scramble from their reach. She quickly rises and looks for the groundskeeper,
knowing he is her only chance to survive.
"Over here," she hears someone yell. "Come over here. I can protect
you." The voice beckons her to a lake in the middle of the grounds. Searching
the area with her tired eyes, she can't see who summoned her. Then, the waters
start to stir and a man appears, rising from the water's ripples. She stares at
the broken face. One eye, apparently injured in some long ago accident, is shut.
The other taunting her with it's evilness. A large wart on his forehead is only
overpowered by the scar stretching across his cheek. Out of the corner of her eye
she spots the groundskeeper and tries to break away from the force she finds
enveloping her mind. A force so engulfing that it pulls her to the waters edge.
She sees the beauty of the rippling water and feels an almost overpowering urge
to slip into it's unspoken promise of safety. As she is about to enter into the
velvety softness of the lake, a cat streaks by behind her, scared by some unheard
noise in the night, and breaks her from her trance. She gathers her wits quickly
and races off towards the ground's keeper. "He's the only one here to help me,"
she thinks. Getting closer to him with every stride.
Begging for help as she runs toward him, she doesn't notice that he seems not
to hear. She only knows that a few more steps and she can be safe again.... a
few more steps to someone who will guide her out of this "garden of terror"...
a few more steps and she's on her way home...... just a few more steps ....... As
she reaches him she feels her burning lungs about to explode. Her air supply
exhausted by the marathon gate she never knew she was capable of. Her hands grab
at the cape that he wears for protection against the cold, night air. "Help
me please," she stammers, "I need your help to get out of here."
He slowly turns around and her body shudders uncontrollably as she stares into
the face of death. The last thing she hears is the unmistakable voice offering
his frightful greeting........WELCOME!
"Boomer!", he yelled as the screen door slammed behind him. "Where
is that darn dog?", he thought as he headed for the shed where his fishing
equipment was kept. Just then the springer spaniel came bounding around the corner
of the shed; his tail wagging ninty miles a minute.
"Bout time dog. Another 30 seconds and you'd been left behind." He gathered
the pole and tackle box and started for the trail that ran behind his house and
down to the lake. No matter how many times he'd been on the trail he was still
awed by the beauty of the area. Trees grew as high as the sky. Flowers burst out
as soon as the sun rose. "Yep", he speculated, there was nowhere
prettier on earth.
He rounded the corner and caught site of the lake shimmering in the morning sun.
He strolled over to the tiny boat moored at the landing. After he loaded his fishing
gear he gentle lowered Boomer into the boat and climbed in behind him. He started
rowing for the middle of the lake where his favorite fishing spot is located. He'd
been coming to this spot for 6 months now and couldn't get enough of it. He really
didn't catch a lot of fish but he was drawn back, time after time, anyway. Something
kept him coming back to the lake, something pulled at him if he even missed a
single day. He pushed those thoughts aside and let the beauty of the lake engulf
him. Basking in the warmth of the sun, he settled down and started baiting his pole.
He woke up with a start when Boomer let out a howl. "Darn", he thought, "I
must have fallen asleep". He looked around and saw the sun already starting to
set. He scratched his chin as he wondered what would have made him sleep the day
away like that. As he sat, bewildered, he noticed his pole, next to him, hadn't
been used at all. Just then Boomer sprang to the other side of the boat and let
out another long howl. "What is with you, dog?" he snapped, but Boomer
didn't stop and another moan escaped. Boomer started clawing at the wood located
at the end of the boat. Confused by these strange actions, the man got up to investigate.
He peered over the edge of the boat and there in the water, just below the surface,
was a woman's face staring up at him. Her beauty startled him. So enthralled was he,
that it took longer than it should have for him to realize she seemed in no distress
being under water that long. His brain, trying to take all this in, wasn't registering
as fast as it usually did. The soothing sound of the rippling water had lulled him
into a false sense of contentment. As he reached down to the woman, hoping to help
her out, the water sprung up and surrounded him pulling him into a pool of darkness.
He was gone before anyone could have reacted. Boomer sat in the middle of the boat
howling for the master that would never come back. Growling at the "thing" that
emerged from the waves. The woman grinning at some well kept secret.
"I'll take it!" the man exclaimed to the Real Estate Agent. He shook his
head and hid the smile that wanted to escape. He just made a beauty of a deal for
the cabin at the lake. The moment he walked down the trail to the lake he could
hear the water beckoning him. He knew he would be happy here. Happy living with
nature. Happy that he was so close to the lake for fishing. "After all", he
mused, "I could hear that lake calling my name the first time I saw it". Yep,
there was something about the lake that kept calling him back.........
A young woman on her way to town broke her journey by staying with friends at an
old manor house. Her bedroom looked out to the carriage sweep at the front door.
It was a moonlit night, and she found it difficult to sleep. As the clock outside
her bedroom door struck 12, she heard the noise of horses' hooves on the gravel
outside, and the sound of wheels.
She got up and went over to the window to see who could be arriving at that time
of night. The moonlight was very bright, and she saw a hearse drive up to the
door. It hadn't a coffin in it; instead it was crowded with people. The coachman
sat high up on the box: as he came opposite the window he drew up and turned his
head. His face terrified her, and he said in a distinct voice, "There's room
for one more."
She drew the curtain, ran back to bed, and covered her head with the bedclothes.
In the morning she was not quite sure whether it had been a dream, or whether she
had really got out of bed and seen the hearse, but she was glad to go up to town
and leave the old house behind her.
She was shopping in a big store which had an elevator in it -- an up-to-date thing
at that time. She was on the top floor, and went to the elevator to go down. It
was rather crowded, but as she came up to it, the elevator operator turned his
head and said, "There's room for one more."
It was the face of the coachman of the hearse. "No, thank you," said the
girl. "I'll walk down." She turned away, the elevator doors clanged,
there was a terrible rush and screaming and shouting, and then a great clatter
and thud. The elevator had fallen and every person in it was killed!
One afternoon, a couple was traveling on the road when all of a sudden at a far
distance they saw a woman in the middle of the road asking them to stop. The wife
told her husband to keep on driving because it might be too dangerous, but the
husband decided to pass by slowly so he wouldn't stay with the doubt on his mind
of what might have happened and the chances of anyone being hurt. As they got
closer, they noticed a woman with cuts and bruises on her face as well as on her
arms. They then decide to stop and see if they could be of any help.
The cut and bruised woman was begging for help telling them that she had been
in a car accident and that her husband and son, a new born baby, were still inside
the car which was in a deep ditch. She told them that the husband was already
dead but that her baby seemed to still be alive.
The husband that was traveling decided to get down and try to rescue the baby
and he asked the hurt woman to stay with his wife inside the their car. When he
got down he noticed two people in the front seats of the car but he didn't pay
any importance to it and took out the baby quickly and got up to take the baby
to it's mother. When he got up, he didn't see the mother anywhere so he asked his
wife where she had gone. She told him that the woman followed him back to the
When the man decided to go look for the woman, he noticed that clearly the two
people in the front seats were dead; a woman and a man, both with their seatbelts
on. When he looked closer, he noticed that one of the dead was the same woman that
was begging them for help!
The Princess of Amen-Ra lived some 3,500 years ago. When she died, she
was laid in an ornate wooden coffin and buried deep in a vault at Luxor, on the
banks of the Nile.
In the late 1890s, 4 rich young Englishmen visiting the excavations at Luxor were
invited to buy an exquisitely fashioned mummy case containing the remains of
Princess of Amen-Ra. They drew lots. The man who won paid several thousand pounds
and had the coffin taken to his hotel. A few hours later, he was seen walking out
towards the desert. He never returned. The next day, one of the remaining 3 men
was shot by an Egyptian servant accidentally. His arm was so severely wounded it
had to be amputated. The third man in the foursome found on his return home that
the bank holding his entire savings had failed. The fourth guy suffered a severe
illness, lost his job and was reduced to selling matches in the street.
Nevertheless, the coffin reached England (causing other misfortunes along the way),
where it was bought by a London businessman. After 3 of his family members had
been injured in a road accident and his house damaged by fire, the businessman
donated it to the British Museum. As the coffin was being unloaded from a truck
in the museum courtyard, the truck suddenly went into reverse and trapped a passerby.
Then as the casket was being lifted up the stairs by 2 workmen, 1 fell and broke
his leg. The other, apparently in perfect health, died unaccountably two days later.
Once the Princess was installed in the Egyptian Room, trouble really started.
The Museum's night watchmen frequently heard frantic hammering and sobbing from
the coffin. Other exhibits in the room were also often hurled about at night.
One watchman died on duty; making the other watchmen wanting to quit. Cleaners
refused to go near the Princess too. When a visitor derisively flicked a dustcloth
at the face painted on the coffin, his child died of measles soon afterwards.
Finally, the authorities had the mummy carried down to the basement figuring it
could not do any harm down there. Within a week, one of the helpers was seriously
ill, and the supervisor of the move was found dead on his desk.
By now, the papers had heard of it. A journalist photographer took a picture of
the mummy case and when he developed it, the painting on the coffin was of a horrifying,
human face. The photographer was said to have gone home then, locked his bedroom
door and shot himself. Soon afterwards, the museum sold the mummy to a private
collector. After continual misfortune (and deaths), the owner banished it to the attic.
A well known authority on the occult, Madame Helena Blavatsky, visited the premises.
Upon entry, she was seized with a shivering fit and searched the house for the source
of an evil influence of incredible intensity; She finally came to the attic and
found the mummy case. "Can you exorcise this evil spirit?" Asked the owner.
"There is no such thing as exorcism. Evil remains evil forever. Nothing can
be done about it. I implore you to get rid of this evil as soon as possible."
But no British museum would take the mummy; the fact that almost 20 people had met
with misfortune, disaster or death from handling the casket, in barely 10 years,
was now well known. Eventually, a hardheaded American archaeologist (who dismissed
the happenings as quirks of circumstance), paid a handsome price for the mummy and
arranged for its removal to New York. In April 1912, the new owner escorted its
treasure aboard a sparkling, new White Star liner about to make its maiden voyage
to New York.
On the night of April 14, amid scenes of unprecedented horror, the Princess of
Amen-Ra accompanied 1,500 passengers to their deaths at the bottom of the Atlantic.
The name of the ship was of course, the H.M.S. Titanic.