Supernatural Urban Legend
Calls From Beyond Urban Legend
A middle-aged man was on a train to Los Angeles, on his way to a job interview. He had recently become engaged, and he hoped that the job would allow the pair to marry. At 4.30 p.m. the vehicle collided at 85 mph with a freight train running in the opposite direction, in one of the worst accidents in America’s history.
His fianc?e heard about the crash while driving to the train station with the man’s parents and his siblings. Several of his loved ones received calls from the man’s mobile phone so they naturally assumed that he had survived the accident, even though all they could hear when they picked up was static. Although their subsequent calls to him went straight to voicemail, all through the night they waited for confirmation that he had been found alive and well.
Twelve hours after the accident, having tracked the signal from his mobile phone, rescuers finally located him in the wreckage. He had died instantly in the crash…and yet 35 calls had been made from his phone—only to his nearest and dearest—as if the mobile had been reaching out to help lead them to his body.Midnight Fare Urban Legend
A taxi driver working the night shift on a quiet Sunday was driving past a hospital. A young girl hailed him down and hurried into the car to get out of the rain. She was wearing a hood and her hair partly obscured her face. She requested that he take her to a lake nearby, which he thought was odd, but he reasoned that perhaps she lived near it. She didn’t answer any of his questions, so he drove to the destination in silence, with the rain drumming on the car.
When they arrived, she asked him to wait for her, and she disappeared into the darkness. He waited for a long time, not wanting to abandon the girl out there on her own. Finally, she returned and asked to be taken to a new address, this time to a neighborhood that the driver knew. When they arrived, the girl got out of the car without paying the fare and disappeared inside a house. Annoyed, the driver got out of the taxi and knocked on the door.
An elderly man opened it but there appeared to be no sign of the girl. When the driver asked about his mysterious passenger, the old man said that there were no children in the house, but then he explained something: he once had a daughter, but she had drowned in the lake in a car accident with her boyfriend many years earlier. He said that sometimes her spirit caught a cab to look for him in the lake, before returning to her childhood home. The old man asked, worried, “You didn’t get a good look at her face, did you?” The driver replied he had not, and the old man smiled, “Good.” He then paid the fare and closed the door. When the taxi driver got back to the car, he saw that in the place where the girl had sat down was a puddle of black water.
Nure-onna Urban Legend
Japanese children are often told the story of a keen swimmer who went for a dip every day in the lake near his house in the mountains. Usually, he was the only person there, as he swam early in the morning when the water was very cold. One day he thought he saw someone else in the lake but, as he approached the water, he realized that they weren’t swimming—they were drowning. It was a young woman, waving her hands silently above the surface of the lake, so he dived right in and swam powerfully to her rescue. As he got closer, he saw the girl’s long black hair swirling around her as she slipped beneath the choppy waters.
He moved to grab her but suddenly his legs felt heavy and he could barely move his arms. He couldn’t understand what was happening, but then he noticed something strange: the girl was no longer struggling but staring directly at him with black eyes. As he desperately tried to keep his head above water, he realized that instead of hands she had claws, and instead of legs she had the body of a great snake, which was wrapping itself around his torso and dragging him down into the depths. He was never seen again—being a hero can have its consequences…Clack Clack Urban Legend
An American boy was sleeping over at a friend’s house and they were both trying to outdo each other with telling scary stories. He’d seen all of his older brother’s scary movies, so he wasn’t that impressed with what he had heard so far. Then his friend’s cousin turned up, heard what game they were playing and, despite their protestations, sat down and joined in. He told them about a girl who was waiting for a train to her high school prom one night, when she saw a group of her friends on the other side of the tracks. Not wanting to be left out, she ran over a crossing just as the train was coming, and the wheels cut her in half at the waist. Ever since, people had reported seeing her legless ghost at the school, especially on prom night, when it was said that she would cut your body in half. And anybody who heard the story would see her in one month’s time.
A few weeks later the boy was walking home from school, when a girl appeared over a wall and smiled at him. He smiled back and continued on his way when he heard a strange “clack clack” noise behind him. He looked around in horror: the girl was crawling over the wall, dragging herself on bony elbows. As she dropped to the floor, he saw that she had no legs and when she started crawling towards him, her elbows made the spine-chilling clack clack noise, as she gained on him. He didn’t turn up to school the next day.The Doll Urban Legend
For decades a small doll kept at a temple in Hokkaido prefecture, Japan, has captured the attention of Japanese people. The story goes that the doll, which has black hair and black eyes, and wears a traditional kimono, was the favorite of a little girl who died tragically young in the 1920s. The girl carried the doll everywhere she went and, after her premature death, the family placed her favorite toy in an altar in her memory. The girl had cropped the doll’s hair short to look like her own, and people would often comment that it looked suspiciously like its owner.
Not long Urban Legend
afterwards, the family noticed that the doll’s hair appeared longer than it had been. Although they dismissed the notion as a figment of their imagination, eventually they couldn’t ignore the fact that the hair was growing. When it reached the doll’s knees, the family, suspecting some insensitive prank, cut the doll’s hair so that it was short again but, of course, it only grew back longer. The family eventually placed the mysterious toy in a local temple, where it remains to this day. The monks at the temple cut the doll’s hair on a regular basis and it always grows back. Many years after the doll arrived at the temple, the hair was tested and found to be that of a young child.
Tunnel Visions Urban Legend
A busy highway in Tokyo, Japan, runs through a tunnel that lies underneath a very large and very old cemetery. The graveyard is not visible when driving a car underneath, but many drivers are said to have felt its presence over the years. A man driving back from a late shift at work one night narrowly avoided hitting what he swore was a young mother with a small child, but after he managed to get his car under control and swerve to a stop, he saw that there was nobody there. His friends blamed lack of sleep, but he was sure there had been somebody standing in the middle of the road.
People in the know would say that he witnessed one of the sinister spirits emanating from the graveyard above and becoming trapped in the tunnel, stuck between this world and the afterlife. On more than one occasion drivers, usually male, have described how they glanced in their rear-view mirror and caught sight of a young girl with long black hair on the back seat, staring straight at them. If they managed to keep their car on the road and checked again, they would find that there was nothing there. Other reports include people hanging upside down or banging on car roofs, and mysterious handprints and faces appearing on windows. The area’s taxi drivers are particularly wary: all of them know the stories of cabs being hailed by people in the tunnel, only for them to disappear when the door is opened.Hanako-san Urban Legend
Anybody who grew up in the West knows the urban legend
of Bloody Mary, who will appear if you say her name three times into a mirror in a darkened room. The Japanese have their own version: you must go into an empty girls’ bathroom and knock on the door of the last cubicle three times, then ask aloud, “Are you there Hanako-san?” When you open the door, you will see a young girl who was brutally murdered in a high school bathroom many years before. She always wears a red skirt.Benjamin’s House Urban Legend
At the turn of the twentieth century, a wealthy family bought an old mansion in the south-west of England, high on the cliffs in a remote location, overlooking the sea. They lived with their young child, a boy named Ben, and several servants. Stories would reach the local villagers, who rarely saw the inhabitants of the house, that the owners were distant and cruel to their staff, who had little other choice of employment in the area. The devoutly religious lady of the house singled out one of the maids, a young cook, for particularly cruel treatment, claiming that the girl was evil and that she was corrupting the rest of the staff.
The maid would often return late from her weekends off, and the other servants liked to gossip: they said that she was a harlot, a liar and even a witch. She was a strong-minded girl and instead of denying the rumor, she played up to the stories told about her. When the boy’s father found her performing strange rituals in the grounds of the house, she was beaten and dismissed. Before she left, she offered a doll to the boy, who had always liked her despite his parents’ suspicions, as a peace offering. His parents were all for throwing it away, but the boy liked it—in fact, it became an instant favorite, and he even named it after himself: Benjamin.
He dressed the doll in clothes to match his own and would never let it out of his sight—or was it that he was never out of its sight? The boy would often talk to Benjamin in his room alone, even pretending to speak in its voice. His parents thought his behavior strange, but as he had no other friends to speak to and it kept him occupied, they let him be. Occasionally, the servants heard him arguing with the doll in his bedroom and one morning they heard him sobbing uncontrollably from behind a locked door. They told his father, who found the little boy hiding under the bed, because he said that Benjamin couldn’t see him there. The father was again ready to get rid of the doll but the boy pleaded to let him keep it in the house.
A rumor started among the servants that the boy was not talking for the doll; the doll was talking for itself. It became common to hear loud noises coming from the boy’s room at night, and when the door was opened, he would claim that Benjamin had done it. One of the maids reported being “followed” by the doll and spotting it at different upstairs windows, as if it were watching her work. It was said that the doll’s face had a different expression depending on who was looking: sometimes happy, sometimes sad—sometimes angry.
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eventually caught the attention of a writer who was staying in the village and decided to investigate. He was rebuffed by the owners, who denied all knowledge, but he persevered. He managed to talk to some of the staff, who told him that the doll had a distinctive piercing laugh, which could be heard in the upper floors of the house, and was often spotted sitting in different rooms of the house when the boy wasn’t at home; one servant even claimed to have seen it running across the hall. Eventually, the boy grew up, but he never left the house—and he never left Benjamin. When he died many years later, the household wasted no time in banishing the toy to the attic, where it was sometimes glimpsed peering out of the windows. The doll remained in exile upstairs for many years, until the house’s new owners moved in. They had a little girl who one day, while roaming in the attic, discovered an old well-worn doll with a sad look on its face. Soon Benjamin was up to its old tricks: the girl appeared to be terrified of the doll, saying it had attacked her, but she couldn’t bear to be parted from it. On one occasion, her older brother beheaded Benjamin with scissors and left it on the floor as a cruel sibling prank, only to find the doll the next day in his bedroom…with its head reattached and smiling.