America is a Weird and Scary Place
A Page of Legends from NDSU
Slasher in the Back SeatOne time there was this woman driving from Valley City to Fargo. She noticed that a big truck was following her. For some odd reason, the truck started to flash its lights at her. The truck did this for a couple miles. Finally the women pulled over and walked to the truck. She asked the man in the truck why he was flashing his lights at her. He said there was a man with a knife in her back seat. Every time the trucker flashed his lights, the killer would duck behind the seat.
This Slasher Really Gets AroundA lady was driving home from a business trip and pulled into a small gas station for gas when the attendant came out, looked at her, looked at her car, and asked her to pop her hood. He then told the lady he had to show her something that was wrong with her car. The lady got out of the car and the attendant grabbed her and drug her into the station while covering her mouth so she couldn't scream. Once inside, he told her that there was a man with a knife ducked down in the backseat. . . .
Guy with a BriefcaseAnother lady was in the Twin-Cities shopping at the mall. She came to her car to find a man with a briefcase standing "guard." He explained that some kids had tried to steal the car and he missed his bus waiting for her to return so he could protect the car. He then proceeded to ask the lady for a ride, being he missed his bus waiting for her. She agreed to give him a ride to the bus station. As he sat in the back seat, she got scared (she doesn't know who this guy is sitting in her car) and asked the man to direct her out of the parking spot. She then drove away without him. When she got home, she found the man's briefcase. She opened it to find a name or a number to get a hold of someone but only found a black ski-mask, a rope, a pair hand-cuffs, and a loaded gun. . . .
So Sleep on Your StomachA woman was living with her two kids in a cabin in the woods. She was waiting for her lover/husband to return for quite some time. She snapped all of a sudden and killed both of her children in a rage of confusion. When she realized what she had done, she ran into the woods and was never found again until some campers camped in the area near her cabin. The campers were sleeping on the ground outside when they were found diced by an ax. The story goes that the lady went nuts and runs everywhere in the woods looking for her kids. When she sees someone lying on thier back, she stands over the person and stairs at their closed eyes until the person wakes up. She then proceeds in killing the person unless she finds the person has her kids, eyes. So whenever you go camping, make sure not to sleep on your back. . . .
My Brain Is Leaking OutThere was a guy who went grocery shopping. As he walked from his car to the store, he saw a woman sitting in her car with her head on the steering wheel. He didn't think much of it, and since it was an especially hot summer afternoon, he hurried into the air-conditioned store. As he was leaving the store he saw that the woman had not moved since he had seen her last. He went over to the car and knocked on the window. The woman didn't move. Fearing that the woman was hurt or dead, he opened the door.
"Call an ambulance," moaned the woman. "I've been shot in the back of the head and my brain is leaking out."
He quickly ran back into the store and dialed 911, telling them the situation. He then returned to the car and looked at the woman. Looking around, all he saw was bread dough. He asked her how she had been shot.
"I don't know. I put my groceries in the back seat, and as I was getting ready to start the car I heard the shot and felt the bullet. I reached back and felt my brains leaking out."
When the police arrived, they discovered that a can of refrigerated bread dough had expanded explosively when placed in the sweltering car. The flying dough and can top had struck the woman in the back of the head. When she reached back to check things out, the dough felt to her like brains.
Look Under the Car!There was a lady shopping late night at a Target or a Wal-Mart up in the twin cities. When she was done putting everything she bought in the trunk, she went to open her car door. A man under her car slits her ankles tendon and then he rapes her since she is unable to run. But the legend is that it has happened more than once with similar settings.
Gang ExecutionThere was a man or a woman driving along in the twin cities area late at night. He/She sees a car driving with their lights off, so to be polite he/she flashes them to tell them their lights are off. Suddenly the other car turns around and follows the man/woman until the car gets them to pull over. When they finally do, the other car is full of gang members who get out and execute the man/woman.
Every person I have heard this story from swears it is from somewhere near them. Whether it be the Twin Cities, Bismarck, Sioux Falls, or the East Coast, all of them believed it.
(Reply) The reason there were so many claims was because it was a nation-wide BLOOD initiation.
The Unfortunate Scuba DiverI believe it was this year during Spring (96). The forest fires in Arizona or somewhere out west were burning intensely. Forest fire crews were doing all they could to maintain the spread of the flames, but it just wasn't working. So, they started calling upon planes to dump water and gases onto the fire to reduce its effect. Meanwhile a man on vacation (or something) was scuba diving in a nearby lake. Not knowing of the treacherous fire or what was about to occur, he kept scuba diving and having a good time. The planes kept making their trips to the lake to dilute the fire.
Probably about a week later after the fire had been put out or moved on, a couple of forest firemen were walking through the burnt debris and found a man burnt to death. What they couldn't understand was that the man was wearing scuba gear: a mask, a tank, flippers and a suit.
The plane had apparently swooped down (or helicopter) and picked him up along with a few thousand gallons of water and dropped a few hundred feet onto a back draft of pine smelling flames.
The story is true.
The Pork Chop BoneI heard a story of a really fat lady that went to see a doctor, because her butt was really sore. She also felt what she thought was a lump. Upon close examination the doctor gave the lady a local anesthetic and grabbed his scalpel. He made a cut and to everyone's surprise, he pulled out a 4-inch pork chop bone. The only explanation the lady could give was that she must have sat on the bone and didn't notice right away. The bone must have grown into her body. Has anyone heard this story?
P.S. If anyone is mad about the fat part of this story I'm sorry!
Aids MaryA man met an attractive woman at a bar (or restaurant). They have an enlightening evening and they decide to check into a hotel. I hope I don't have to tell you what happened. The next morning he wakes up and finds her gone. She leaves him a note that says, "Welcome to the World of Aids." She is known as Aids Mary, and although many claim to know the brothers, cousins, best friend of one of the victims, there are no official accounts. I originally heard it on Paul Harvey.
Mexican Sewer RatA couple went to Tj on vacation. When roaming the tourist bureaus they come across a mangy little dog. The woman takes pity on the dog and decides to smuggle it across the border. When they get home they set the dog to bed. The next morning they find the dog seething and near death. They take it to the vet and ask for a diagnosis. He asks the lady where she got the dog. She lies and says she got it in San Francisco. The doctor replies that there was no way in hell that she got the dog in SF and that the dog is in fact a long-haired Mexican sewer rat.
Huge Japanese RatA friend told me that he and his family went out to California to visit his aunt and uncle; they told them this.
They were out walking on the beach one evening when they saw this little dog come up out of the water (a little smaller than a terrier), they thought it was lost. Anyway, they went up to the dog and it was very friendly to them and they didn't find any tags, so they decided to take it home. The next day when they came home from work, as they walked into their apartment, they saw a trail of blood. They followed the trail to their bedroom closet and saw the new dog they had just found eating on the carcass of their two- or three-year-old German shepherd.
They took this new dog to the vet in fear of rabies; they found out something totally different. The newly found dog wasn't a dog after all. It was a huge Japanese RAT that had stowed away on a cargo ship!
The Toothbrush StoryA couple is vacationing in Jamaica for their honeymoon. When they return to their hotel after an afternoon of nature, they find that all their possessions have been stolen. The only things that the thieves leave are the camera and their toothbrushes. They resolve to make the best of it, and last out their vacation. When they return home they develop their film, and to their much to their horror they find the thieves mooning the camera with their toothbrushes sticking out of their rectums.
Don't Forget the Coffee!A friend of a guy going to Tufts University in New York was one of the lucky passengers on board a Northwest Airlines flight to Boston during our recent hurricane "Bob." The captain did his best to skirt the edge of the storm, but it was a pretty rough ride just the same--rough enough that the flight attendants were ordered to strap themselves into their seats for about half an hour, and many of the passengers were putting the little plastic-lined bags in their seat pockets to good use.
When the turbulence finally abated, the flight attendants unbuckled themselves, and the captain's voice came on over the intercom. "Well, folks, that was quite some ride, wasn't it? But we came through it fine, just the way we always do, and I'm happy to report that it looks like the remainder of our trip should be much calmer. On behalf of myself and today's flight crew, I'd like to thank you very much for your calmness and cooperation, and extend our best wishes for a pleasant stay in Boston."
(After a short pause and several clicks) ""Cripes sakes, that was one helluva ride! Man, I'll tell ya, I sure could use a cup of coffee and a [explicit reference] right about now."
As a stricken stewardess dashed up the aisle to the cabin to inform the captain that his intercom was still on, one of the passengers called after her, "Don't forget the coffee!"
Satanic Ritual HouseThere is a story in my hometown about a young family and a baby who moved into this mysterious house. This house used to be a secret meeting place for a few young men and women to get together late at night and practice satanic rituals. In one room in the house the worshipers had painted a huge upside-down cross on a wall and the rest of the room they left empty. These people didn't own the house, they just kept breaking into it and practicing their religion.
The young couple, who had little money, bought this house and moved into it. They cleaned it up and painted over the cross, and that room became the room for the baby. The only problem is the cross mysteriously kept reappearing and they would paint over it again and it would keep reappearing, it only reappeared faintly but a person could walk in and still see it.
The worshipers didn't like their house being occupied, but they still would keep returning at nights to the place. Late at night they would break in and, just to let the couple know they had visitors, they would move one piece of furniture. They would move a lamp or turn a chair around and even take out kitchen appliances. The couple would complain to the police and the police would patrol the area heavily at night, and they never could catch the people breaking into or leaving the house.
The police told them since they couldn't stop them, the couple could officially shoot the intruders at will if they wanted to. So the next night the couple took out their shotgun and laid it by their bed so they could have it ready if they needed it. The next morning they woke up and found the gun was gone. They ran to the baby's room and found the shotgun neatly placed on the floor parallel to the baby's crib. That was the last night they slept in the house.
Big Red (as told at Camp Wilderness, Minnesota)About a hundred and fifty years ago, when this part of Minnesota was pretty unsettled, there lived an Indian named Big Red. He was called Big Red by white men, mostly, because he was a big, big man. Easily over six feet tall, and powerfully built. He lived by trapping and hunting, and for that reason didn't spend much time in any one place. He had about ten cabins scattered around Central Minnesota, and every spring he would pick up and move to the next cabin on his rotation. He could then spend the summer fixing it up and preparing for the winter.
One of these cabins was right over on the other side of the lake, you can still find the foundation if you know where to look. If you do find it, though, you will find that the wood and stone are scorched and blackened.
Big Red died in that cabin, you see. He was trapped inside during a fire. No one noticed that he was missing for quite a while, and when some of his friends finally did come to look for him, then couldn't find the body, and Big Red was never buried.
That would be the end of the story, except that about sixty years ago, three surveyers were out mapping the area. They stopped to camp near the lake, and during the night one of them went for a walk. He never came back to camp. The next day, his friends searched for him, and when they found him he was horribly dead. It looked as if he had been mauled by a bear, but the only tracks were a huge set of glowing footprints, each print filled with ash.
Fifty years ago the camp had just started, and Scouts were wandering all over the place. Two leaders decided to check out a new hiking trail, and hiked over to the old forest fire lookout tower. They stayed the night at the top of the tower. During the night, one of the men went down to go to the bathroom. The next day his body was found, ripped apart and surrounded by huge, glowing, ash-filled footprints.
Things were pretty quiet for twenty years or so, and then in 1967, three Scouts went out slashing tent lines while everyone else was at campfire. All three were found, mauled to death, and surrounded by ash-filled footprints.
It has been quiet since then. But each of these incidents happened on the ten year cycle that Big Red kept. No one knows why or how all this happens, but we do know that all of the people were either alone or doing something that was against the Scouting spirit.
Stories from ChicagoMine come from suburban Chicago. All of these "stories" happened near where I lived in the mid 80's. For those of you who want to get your map out, the area is roughly located at I-55 and Rt 83, at about Willowbrook,IL.
1) There was a restaurant that dated back over 100 yrs. The building served as other things other than a restaurant during it's life, but at the time of this story and in the mid 80's it was indeed a restaurant. So the story goes that the owner of the restaurant about 100 yrs ago lived in the upstairs of the restaurant with his wife. Story goes that his wife was murdered in their living space, the murder was not solved... and now patrons of the restaurant can see the wife calling for help from the upstairs window. I was not fortunate enough to see the wife calling from the window even though I drove by the building everyday for over a year.
Ok #2. To the south east of the location I gave you is a road known as the German Church Road. This story goes that in the late 1950's two sisters were out on a double date and were killed in a car accident. Now at night people have reported an old Chevy "driving" along the German Church Road with no driver. Again, I drove near and on this road to work many times, didn't see any old cars though.
#3. This one has been on Unsolved Mysteries or some such show. This one takes place during WWII. Near Archer Road and Rt 83 was a ballroom, a popular one, I am told. Well the story goes something like this. A soldier was at the ballroom when home on leave and met a woman, they danced and he offered to drive her home, she accepted. They were driving along Archer Road when she told the soldier to stop. ( a little back ground, the area of Archer Road that runs between the Tri state and Rt 83 is mostly a cemetary, a BIG one.) so the girl gets out of the car, the soldier looks behind him and the girl is gone. The appearance of this ghost has been documented many times, I guess, enough to be on TV. The personal part; One night I had a meeting to the east of where I lived, the shortest way home that night was to take the Archer Road, I didn't know that it was mostly cemetary on both sides of the road. It took me a while, since it was dark, to figure out what was on either side of the road. I prayed my car would not break down. Thankfully, my car didn't break down and I didn't see anyone on the side of the road. I am very glad that I found out about the ghost of Archer Road after we left IL.
#4 comes from my husband. The last place we lived in IL was near a forest preserve. He told me of seeing white deer, he teased me that they were ghostly deer or a herd or albino deer.
And just to finish up with, in case you don't believe that the "mob" rubs people out and buries them in strange places. A "mobster" lived on the edge of the same forest preserve mentioned above, shortly before we moved from Il, the authorities were digging up bodies from the "mobsters" back yard and the forest preserve. It is a scary world.
Peace PipeA few years ago I played hockey with a guy who told me a convincing ghost story and swore by the facts. His Dad, Richard, collects all kinds of artifacts, specifically old western relics. One day he purchased an authentic indian peace pipe and brought it home. When he got it home he put it a display case and for the first few days nothing happened. One night however, he heard someone walking up and down the stairs outside of his room. He didn't think much of it and just checked to see if it was one of his boys walking around. When he opened the door he looked out, and standing at the top of the stairs looking at him was an old indian. Richard watched the indian go down the stairs and to the display case where the peace pipe was. Richard followed him and as he turned the corner around the hall, the indian disappeared. The next few nights the rest of the family saw the indian walking through the house. Needless to say, Richard sold the pipe to someone else and after he did that, they never saw the old indian again.
Creepy ConvertibleThis isn't really a legend but it was kindy creepy. I work at a body shop part time putting together wrecked cars that we buy all over the country. Two summers ago four of us went down to texas and bought a few cars to fix. One of them was a little red geo convertable. After we bought it we found that there was no keys so after we loaded it up on the car trailer we stopped by the previous owner's home to try to get the keys. As it turns out the car belonged to the daughter of the lady whom we spoke with and she had snapped her neck in the car accident. This kinda creeped us out a bit but when we got the car back to Fargo we decided to fix it anyway. After getting it done, we put a battery in it and the horn starting honking. Not like a constant rythm, more like whenever it felt like it. So we naturally assumed that the horn switch was just messed up so we disconnected the horn under the hood and left for the night. I got a call from the police that evening of noise complaints at our shop and as it turned out, the horn was honking on the car still. We never figured out why, nor how that worked. That was almost two years ago and the car is still sitting in a shed with no battery because we're afraid to fix it anymore.