Thanks to Snopes.com and the likes of Jan Harold Brunvand, these days many of the best stories are debunked before they get very far. Even if your Aunt Diane still forwards you emails about how someone is hiding AIDS-laced hypodermic needles in gas pump handles, more of these stories seem to be caught these days than passed on as gospel truth.
In light of the season, I thought I’d revisit a couple of my favorite scary urban legends. In turn, I want to hear some of yours.
Killer in the Backseat
One night a woman went out for drinks with her girlfriends. She left the bar fairly late at night, got in her car and onto the deserted highway. After a few minutes she noticed a lone pair of headlights in her rear-view mirror, approaching at a pace just slightly quicker than hers. As the car pulled up behind her she glanced and saw the turn signal on — the car was going to pass — when suddenly it swerved back behind her, pulled up dangerously close to her tailgate and the brights flashed.
Now she was getting nervous. The lights dimmed for a moment and then the brights came back on and the car behind her surged forward. The frightened woman struggled to keep her eyes on the road and fought the urge to look at the car behind her. Finally, her exit approached but the car continued to follow, flashing the brights periodically.
Through every stoplight and turn, it followed her until she pulled into her driveway. She figured her only hope was to make a mad dash into the house and call the police. As she flew from the car, so did the driver of the car behind her — and he screamed, “Lock the door and call the police! Call 911!”
When the police arrived the horrible truth was finally revealed to the woman. The man in the car had been trying to save her. As he pulled up behind her and his headlights illuminated her car, he saw the silhouette of a man with a butcher knife rising up from the back seat to stab her, so he flashed his brights and the figure crouched back down. (about.com)
Babysitter in Peril
A young girl was babysitting two young children. She sent them to bed and soon started doing some homework when the phone rang. She picked it up, “Hello?” she said. There was a man on the other end, “Have you checked the children yet?” was the only thing he said before CLICK, the line went dead. About and hour later the phone rang again, it was the man. “Have you checked on the children yet?”. The girl was beginning to get scared, fifteen minutes later the phone rang. “Hello?” She answered hesitantly. “Why haven’t you checked on the children yet?!” The man demanded. The girl hung up and called the operator. The operator told her that she would trace the call the next time the man called her. Sure enough, a little while later he called again: “Go upstairs and check on the children” he said. The girl hung up and called the operator, “Get out!” the operator said, “the calls are coming from inside the house!”. The girl rushed to the door and ran outside. When the police came they found the children dead in their beds. (The Call)
The Roommate’s Death
Two college roommates were complete opposites, one liked to study while the other liked to party. In preparation for their upcoming midterms, the studious roommate (Jane) planned a Friday night of studying while the partier (Mary) decided to go to a frat party.
The two were friends, regardless of their differences, and while Mary got ready for the party, she tried to get Jane to go. Jane insisted on studying and Mary set out for the party. Jane agreed to leave the door unlocked, so that Mary wouldn’t have to bring her keys.
While Mary was at the party, she met up with another group of friends and they convinced Mary to stay at their place for the night. Mary agreed but had to stop back at her room to get her keys. It was about 2 a.m. when Mary got back. She snuck in and grabbed her keys, leaving the lights off, not wanting to wake her roommate.
The next morning Mary walked home, intent to ask Jane for some study help. When she reached her room and opened the door she saw Jane murdered at her desk! Written on the wall in Jane’s blood was “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?” (Aren’t You Glad You Didn’t Turn on the Light?)
I could go on and on, but I probably shouldn’t. What legends are you fond of? What local ones get told in your town?
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I liked the ghost stories ones a lot. There’s one that kind of falls into the Killer in the back seat/hitch hiker general tropes that dates back at least to colonial new england.
A gentleman was very tired heading to a new home in (a city that is several days drive by carriage). He had is own carriage, but couldn’t afford a driver so was used to driving for himself. It had gotten very late on a wooded road, and he was anxious to get to the next inn. Suddenly, by the light of a lantern, he sees a gentleman with a crying young girl on the side of the road. He pulls to a stop.
“What is wrong?”
“Our horses bolted and we were knocked out of the carriage. We are on our way to (small town) for my wife’s funeral- she was visiting her sister and grew ill. Could we get a ride?”
The driver frowns and tells them his passenger compartment is pretty full. He offers to go and look for their carriage/an inn and if he finds the carriage/ someone who can return for them, he’ll bring them back/cover the charge. He leaves some tinder and flint with them so that the gentleman can start a fire to warm them both.
The driver doesn’t find the straying horses or the carriage, but he does come across an inn. When he checks at the bar for both care for his horses and a rate for himself, he asks the innkeeper about possibly getting a passenger carriage.
“Why?”
“Well I met a gentleman and his daughter on the road who said they had lost their means of transportation. I didn’t have room in my own as I am moving house, so I told them I’d send back for them when I reached the Inn.”
“You are lucky, and I’ll tell you why. (Insert number of years ago) there was a bad wreck, a man and his girl were tossed out of the carriage when another carriage appeared suddenly on the road, startling the horses. The other driver stopped but it was too late- they had died, all because the driver hadn’t lit the lamps on his carriage to save money. Now, every so often, people see a man and his girl on the road side, asking for a ride. If they give it, they are found dead, throats slashed with the glass from their lanterns, not far from here.”
and it updates the tech and stuff to whatever time period.
She ran out of the house alone? Not a very good baby-sitter…
But she’s a terrible alive babysitter.
Oh time lords, pretty much any urban legend freaks me out yet I can’t stop reading them. Even now, 12.30 in broad day light my feet start to itch because oh-my-god what if there’s something underneath my desk.
Apparently, the story about the babysitter goes back at least to the ’20s if not earlier. There’s a novel I’ve been reading called “Carter Beats the Devil”, which is set in the ’20s, and a variation of the story is actually printed in the newspaper as a front-page article:
“…a nanny in Boston had just put her young charges to bed when the telephone rang, and a spectral voice asked her if she’d checked the children. She received the same call three times in total, ‘Have you checked the children?’ and then, terrified, she called the police, who told her the phantom caller was in her very household! Agents of the law kicked in the door in the nick of time: a huge man was about to chop up the babies with an axe. Everyone was safe now, and the parents were giving the nanny a week of paid vacation.”
So, yeah… the more things change…
A week’s vacation! Such largess.
Yeah, it’s amazing how long some of these stories remain in circulation, with just updates to the technology party. I think your 20′s example might be the oldest one I’ve heard of, but the LSD tattoo story has been going since the 70s, and I think the ‘killer in the backseat’ has been around at least as long.
Urban legends are fun to inflict on the gullible. I mean, share. They’re always a favorite.
Share, totally. Just in the public’s best interest.
Totally. I will read through the urban legends collections on Snopes or about.com JUST FOR FUN. Because = nerd.
I do that too!
I remember hearing about the LSD tattoos 30 years ago! The other one I remember is something to do with glass in cookies- rumor was that a light bulb broke in a cookie factory and somehow got in the cookies?!?! I’m sketchy on the details….
The memo from my siblings school was probably around the same time. My mother was really upset about it. It wasn’t until I was looking stuff up for this article that I even remembered it happened.
I don’t think I heard about glass in the cookies. I wonder if that came out around the time of the (totally real) Tylonal poisonings.
There was one urban legend that seriously had people freaking out my freshman year of college. It was one where there was a killer on the looseon Halloween, a guy dressed in a Little Bo Beep costume. He had apparently murdered people at another state college and might strike my college that year. People actually left campus for the weekend even though the student paper ran an article debunking it and citing snopes.com. Craziness
Oh, that’s a juicy one. I don’t think my school had any good urban legends. It was a really artsy school so all the weird stories were true.
I love it. Snopes be damned; things like this still give me chills sometimes!
I’m pleased to see that you caved to the pressure to make a commenter account!
I know, it took me long enough! The WordPress header is tricky; I’d been assuming I could use my WordPress login. Now I’m all up in your business!