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		<title>How To Call The Police</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 01 Oct 2011 23:07:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Phillip Hewitson, an elderly man, from Norwich, was going up to bed, when his wife told him that he&#8217;d left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window. Phillip opened the back door to go turn off the light, but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things. 
He phoned the police, who asked ”Is someone in your house?&#34; 
He said &#34;No, but some people are breaking into my garden shed and stealing from me.”
Then the police dispatcher said &#34;All patrols are busy. You should lock your doors and an officer will be along when one is available.&#34; 
Phillip said, &#34;Okay.&#34; He hung up the phone and counted to 30. Then he phoned the police again. &#34;Hello, I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed. Well you don&#8217;t have to worry about ...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 15px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="burglar2" border="0" alt="burglar2" align="right" src="http://urbanlegendsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/burglar2.jpg" width="293" height="223" />Phillip Hewitson, an elderly man, from Norwich, was going up to bed, when his wife told him that he&#8217;d left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window. Phillip opened the back door to go turn off the light, but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things. </p>
<p>He phoned the police, who asked ”Is someone in your house?&quot; </p>
<p>He said &quot;No, but some people are breaking into my garden shed and stealing from me.”</p>
<p>Then the police dispatcher said &quot;All patrols are busy. You should lock your doors and an officer will be along when one is available.&quot; </p>
<p>Phillip said, &quot;Okay.&quot; He hung up the phone and counted to 30. Then he phoned the police again. &quot;Hello, I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed. Well you don&#8217;t have to worry about them now because I just shot them.&quot; and he hung up. </p>
<p>Within five minutes, Six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter, two Fire Trucks, a Paramedic, and an Ambulance showed up at the Hewitson`s&#8217; residence, and caught the burglars red-handed. </p>
<p>One of the Policemen said to Phillip, &quot;I thought you said that you&#8217;d shot them!&quot; </p>
<p>Phillip said, &quot;I thought you said there was nobody available!&quot; </p>
<p>(True Story) I LOVE IT! Don&#8217;t mess with old folks. </p>
<p>&#160;</p>
<p><em>(this story was being shared on Facebook on 10/1/2011)</em></p>
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		<title>Clown Statue</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Sep 2011 04:21:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>urbanlegends</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This girl was babysitting for some family friends one night, a little boy and a little girl. The parents had a fetish for clowns and had collected clowns from around the world for years, setting aside a room in the house just to put them on display. That night, the children were playing in this very room. Many of the clowns were just statues, and some were life-size, one in particular, was seated in a small child-like rocking chair.
The babysitter started to feel more and more uneasy about this statue throughout the night. She felt as though the eyes were following her, whenever she moved around the room with the children. She decided to call the parents. &#34;I&#8217;m so sorry to bother you&#34;, she said, &#34;but I was wondering if I could move this clown that you have in the rocking chair, it&#8217;s starting to scare the kids and I.&#34; ...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img src="http://urbanlegendsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/clown_statue.jpg" alt="" title="clown statue" style="width: 300px; float: left; margin: 0 15px 10px 0;" border="0">This girl was babysitting for some family friends one night, a little boy and a little girl. The parents had a fetish for clowns and had collected clowns from around the world for years, setting aside a room in the house just to put them on display. That night, the children were playing in this very room. Many of the clowns were just statues, and some were life-size, one in particular, was seated in a small child-like rocking chair.</p>
<p>The babysitter started to feel more and more uneasy about this statue throughout the night. She felt as though the eyes were following her, whenever she moved around the room with the children. She decided to call the parents. &quot;I&#8217;m so sorry to bother you&quot;, she said, &quot;but I was wondering if I could move this clown that you have in the rocking chair, it&#8217;s starting to scare the kids and I.&quot; </p>
<p>&quot;What clown are you referring to? I don&#8217;t recall us having a clown fitting that description. Are you sure its sitting in the rocking chair?&quot; the mother asked hurriedly. </p>
<p>&quot;Yes, I&#8217;m sure.&#8221; said the girl. &quot;It&#8217;s sitting right here, I&#8217;m looking at it right now&#8230;Why? I know it&#8217;s probably very old and I shouldn&#8217;t attempt to move it out of the way, but.&quot; </p>
<p>&quot;Take the kids and get out of the house, now. The neighbor across the street will let you in. Call me immediately when you get there.&quot; and with that, the mother hung up. </p>
<p>Frightened and confused, the babysitter grabbed the kids and ran out. When she and the kids arrived safely at the neighbors, she called and the mother answered. &quot;What&#8217;s wrong? Did something happen? Are you all okay?&quot; the girl asked. </p>
<p>&quot;Yes, we are fine, but it&#8217;s not us we are worried about, it&#8217;s you and the kids. I&#8217;m so glad you called&#8211;we were afraid this would happen again. We will be there shortly along with the police, I&#8217;ll explain everything when we get there&quot;, and the mother hung up. </p>
<p>The parents later explained to the girl that for some time, the next-door neighbor had been giving them problems. He was mentally ill, heard voices, the whole bit. On numerous occasions he had snuck into their house and tried to kidnap the children. This time, he dressed up in a clown suit, painted his face, and waited quietly until he had the opportunity to do what he came to do. </p>
<p>The parents had informed the police many times but never had any proof until now about what was happening. They thanked the girl, paid her, and drove her home.<br />
<img src="http://urbanlegendsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/readersubmitted.png" alt="" title="reader submitted" width="150" height="64" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1052" /><br />
<em>Cambry Belle from OK<br />
Alexi Pierrottet from Corona CA<br />
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Chloe from North Bergen, NJ</em></p>
<h2>Variations:</h2>
<ul type="disc">
<li style="">The clown is sometimes in the living room.</li>
<li style="">The clown statue turns out to be a &#8220;little person&#8221; that was living in the garage for 4 months and would go in and get food whenever the parents left the house. This time, he saw the parents leave, and went in to get food like he always did, not expecting there to be a babysitter in the living room. </li>
<li style="">Sometimes the babysitter calls the parents asking them if she can put a blanket over the clown statue. </li>
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		<title>Counting To Sleep</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2011 04:45:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>urbanlegends</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Rachel was having a sleepover and invited three people but only one girl, Leah, came.     The girls spent two hours talking&#160; and it was eleven thirty when they decided to go to sleep.     They shut the light and after a short while Rachel heard a lot of rustling, and then Leah counting softly and in a strange voice… 
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8…
She turned over and got comfortable thinking that it was just Leah&#8217;s way of getting to sleep.    Rachel woke up a few hours later to more rustling. Facing away from her friend, she saw the lights were on and she turned over to see Leah&#8217;s decapitated head and a hooded figure pulling one hair out of her head at a time. 
565, 566, 567, 568, 569, 570…
This happened on my street and I was ...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 15px 10px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="sleepover" border="0" alt="sleepover" align="left" src="http://urbanlegendsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/sleepover.jpg" width="251" height="169" />Rachel was having a sleepover and invited three people but only one girl, Leah, came.     <br />The girls spent two hours talking&#160; and it was eleven thirty when they decided to go to sleep.     <br />They shut the light and after a short while Rachel heard a lot of rustling, and then Leah counting softly and in a strange voice… </p>
<p>1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8…</p>
<p>She turned over and got comfortable thinking that it was just Leah&#8217;s way of getting to sleep.    <br />Rachel woke up a few hours later to more rustling. Facing away from her friend, she saw the lights were on and she turned over to see Leah&#8217;s decapitated head and a hooded figure pulling one hair out of her head at a time. </p>
<p>565, 566, 567, 568, 569, 570…</p>
<p>This happened on my street and I was invited to Rachel&#8217;s sleepover,    <br />I just wasn&#8217;t her good friend so I didn&#8217;t go.</p>
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<p><em>Emma from Stirlingshire</em></p>
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		<title>Choking Doberman</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2011 02:58:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>urbanlegends</dc:creator>
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A woman returned from work and found her large dog, a Doberman, lying on the floor gasping for air. Concerned over the animal&#8217;s welfare, she immediately loaded the pet into her car and drove him to a veterinarian. 
The vet examined the dog but finding no reason for his breathing difficulties, announced that he&#8217;d have to perform a tracheotomy and insert tubes down the animal&#8217;s throat so he could breathe. He explained that it wasn&#8217;t anything she&#8217;d want to watch and urged the woman to go home and leave the Doberman there overnight. 
When the woman returned home, the phone was ringing off the hook. She answered it, and was surprised to discover it was the vet. Even more surprising was his message &#8212; &#34;Get out of the house immediately! Go to the neighbor&#8217;s and call the police!&#34; 
It seems that when the vet performed the operation, he found a ...]]></description>
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<p>A woman returned from work and found her large dog, a Doberman, lying on the floor gasping for air. Concerned over the animal&#8217;s welfare, she immediately loaded the pet into her car and drove him to a veterinarian. </p>
<p>The vet examined the dog but finding no reason for his breathing difficulties, announced that he&#8217;d have to perform a tracheotomy and insert tubes down the animal&#8217;s throat so he could breathe. He explained that it wasn&#8217;t anything she&#8217;d want to watch and urged the woman to go home and leave the Doberman there overnight. </p>
<p>When the woman returned home, the phone was ringing off the hook. She answered it, and was surprised to discover it was the vet. Even more surprising was his message &#8212; &quot;Get out of the house immediately! Go to the neighbor&#8217;s and call the police!&quot; </p>
<p>It seems that when the vet performed the operation, he found a very grisly reason for the dog&#8217;s breathing difficulty &#8212; three human fingers were lodged in its throat. Concerned that the person belonging to the dismembered fingers might still be in the house, he phoned to warn the woman. </p>
<p>According to the story, police arrived at her house and found an unconscious intruder, sans fingers, lying in a closet. </p>
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		<title>Movie Tickets</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2010 17:56:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>urbanlegends</dc:creator>
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A man and his wife went out for the night with some friends who picked them up at their house. They left their new Mercedes Benz parked outside. When they came home they realized that their new car had disappeared. 
They called the police to report the theft and searched fruitlessly for the rest of the night. Devastated by their loss, they went home and went to sleep. 
The next morning, they woke up to see their car parked outside their home, just the way they left it the night before. A note was on the windshield explaining that a man and his wife needed it so they could drive to the local hospital. The grateful and influential man left tickets for the couple to go to a movie premier in the city the next night. 
The couple was thrilled to have their car back and excited to go ...]]></description>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">A man and his wife went out for the night with some friends who picked them up at their house. They left their new Mercedes Benz parked outside. When they came home they realized that their new car had disappeared. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">They called the police to report the theft and searched fruitlessly for the rest of the night. Devastated by their loss, they went home and went to sleep. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The next morning, they woke up to see their car parked outside their home, just the way they left it the night before. A note was on the windshield explaining that a man and his wife needed it so they could drive to the local hospital. The grateful and influential man left tickets for the couple to go to a movie premier in the city the next night. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The couple was thrilled to have their car back and excited to go to the premier. They dressed up and attend the movie the next night. When they got home from the event they found that their home had been robbed and all of their belongings were gone. All they had left was the car they thought they lost the night before. The shocked couple searched the house and found a note saying: HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE MOVIE! </span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Bobby Lee from WV and <br /> Ashley from FL </span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"></span></p>
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		<title>Reflection</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2010 17:23:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>urbanlegends</dc:creator>
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One cold winter night, sixteen year old Katie was home alone. Her parents had gone out to a dinner party. It had been snowing all that afternoon, but had just recently stopped. After studying for a few hours she decided to relax a little. She made some popcorn, got a nice thick blanket and laid back on the couch to watch some TV in the living room. The television was positioned in front of one side of the glass sliding door that lead to a patio and the back yard. By midnight Katie&#8217;s parents still hadn&#8217;t come home and she was gripped with fear because from the corner of her eye she could have sworn she caught a glimpse of a very strange looking man staring at her standing outside the glass door behind the television. Terrified, she panicked, pulled blanket up over her head and grabbed the cordless phone ...]]></description>
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One cold winter night, sixteen year old Katie was home alone. Her parents had gone out to a dinner party. It had been snowing all that afternoon, but had just recently stopped. After studying for a few hours she decided to relax a little. She made some popcorn, got a nice thick blanket and laid back on the couch to watch some TV in the living room. The television was positioned in front of one side of the glass sliding door that lead to a patio and the back yard. By midnight Katie&#8217;s parents still hadn&#8217;t come home and she was gripped with fear because from the corner of her eye she could have sworn she caught a glimpse of a very strange looking man staring at her standing outside the glass door behind the television. Terrified, she panicked, pulled blanket up over her head and grabbed the cordless phone that was by her side. </p>
<p>Katie called the police and, as luck would have it, there was a patrol car not far from her house. In a few minutes police are on the scene and Katie told them about the strange man who was standing outside, staring in through the glass. </p>
<p>The police opened the glass sliding door and looked around. After a few moments they turned around and explained to her that there could not have been anyone standing out there, as there would be footprints in the snow. The cops tell her that she is probably just tired and her imagination had got the better of her. Katie began to feel relieved, but still a little shaken. As the police officers are about to leave, one of them stopped and looked behind the couch Katie was sitting on. His jaw dropped and skin went pale. Katie noticed the man&#8217;s reaction and jumped up to look too. She saw what made the officer react that way. There were wet footprints on the carpet behind the couch. She hadn&#8217;t seen the man outside the door, she&#8217;d seen his reflection when he was standing behind her. </p>
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<p><em>Jonno from Ruggsville TX<br />
Gwendolyn from Detroit, MI </em></p>
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		<title>Trace the Call</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2010 16:58:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>urbanlegends</dc:creator>
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One night a babysitter was looking after a child in a nice suburban neighborhood. The little boy was asleep upstairs and she was watching some TV in the living room downstairs, waiting for his parents to come home, when the phone rang. &#8220;Hello, this is Anna. Who&#8217;s calling please?&#8221; she said as she picked up the phone, looking around for some paper and a pen to take down a message for the family. The caller didn&#8217;t answer but instead only breathed heavily on the other end of the line. The girl huffed in exasperation and rolled her eyes as she hung up and returned her attention to the show she was watching. The stranger called again and breathed into her ear as she asked who it was. She hung up more quickly this time and instead of being annoyed by the prank, the babysitter began to glance around herself ...]]></description>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">One night a babysitter was looking after a child in a nice suburban neighborhood. The little boy was asleep upstairs and she was watching some TV in the living room downstairs, waiting for his parents to come home, when the phone rang. &#8220;Hello, this is Anna. Who&#8217;s calling please?&#8221; she said as she picked up the phone, looking around for some paper and a pen to take down a message for the family. The caller didn&#8217;t answer but instead only breathed heavily on the other end of the line. The girl huffed in exasperation and rolled her eyes as she hung up and returned her attention to the show she was watching. The stranger called again and breathed into her ear as she asked who it was. She hung up more quickly this time and instead of being annoyed by the prank, the babysitter began to glance around herself in the dark room, getting freaked out in this painfully unfamiliar house. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">After the third call the girl called the police. She felt a little foolish and thought she might be overreacting, but she couldn&#8217;t help being scared.</span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The officer listened to her story. He said, &quot;Hang up the phone and the next time the phone rings we will trace the call.&quot; </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">She hung up and the heavy breather called again. She slammed the phone down and almost immediately it rang again. This time it was the police &#8211; they informed her that the call was originating from the same house. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">She ran upstairs to check on the boy and found a man holding him with a knife under his chin. The police arrived in time and quickly arrested him. </span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Marcel Fontaine from Norwalk CT </span></i></p>
<p >Photo from the 2006 film <a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/whenastrangercalls/site/" target="_blank"><b>When a Stranger Calls</b></a> </p>
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		<title>Human&#8217;s Can Lick Too</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 06:34:44 +0000</pubDate>
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Once there was a beautiful young girl who lived in a small town just south of Farmersburg. Her parents had to go to town for a while, so they left their daughter home alone, but protected by her dog, which was a very large collie. The parents told the girl to lock all the windows and doors after they had left and she obeyed her parent&#8217;s wishes, but there was one window in the basement that would not close completely. 
She tried as best as she could and she finally got the window shut, but it would not lock. She went back upstairs, but just to make sure that no one could get in, she put the dead-bolt lock on the basement door. 
She had some dinner, watched a show on TV and decided to go to sleep for the night at about 12:00am. She crawled into her bed, ...]]></description>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Once there was a beautiful young girl who lived in a small town just south of Farmersburg. Her parents had to go to town for a while, so they left their daughter home alone, but protected by her dog, which was a very large collie. The parents told the girl to lock all the windows and doors after they had left and she obeyed her parent&#8217;s wishes, but there was one window in the basement that would not close completely. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">She tried as best as she could and she finally got the window shut, but it would not lock. She went back upstairs, but just to make sure that no one could get in, she put the dead-bolt lock on the basement door. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">She had some dinner, watched a show on TV and decided to go to sleep for the night at about 12:00am. She crawled into her bed, snuggled up with the dog and fell asleep. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">At one point, she suddenly woke up and when she turned to look at the clock it was 2:30am. She listened for a moment and when she didn&#8217;t hear anything, she snuggled down again wondering what had woken her. Just as she was about to fall back to sleep, she heard a noise. It was a dripping sound. She thought that maybe she hadn&#8217;t closed the faucet tight enough after she brushed her teeth, and now it was dripping into the drain of her sink. She decided to ignore the sound and to go back to sleep. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">She didn&#8217;t know why, but she felt uneasy and a little nervous. She reached her hand over the edge of her bed, and let the dog lick her hand to feel safe knowing he would protect her. Again at about 3:45am she woke up hearing dripping. She was annoyed, but still felt sleepy and lazy and she went back to sleep anyway. Again she reached down and let the dog lick her hand. Then she fell back to sleep. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">At 6:52am the girl decided that she had had enough&#8230;she got up just as her parents were pulling up to the house. &quot;Good,&quot; she thought. &quot;Now somebody can fix the sink&#8230;&#8217;cause I know I didn&#8217;t leave it running.&quot; She walked to the bathroom and there was the collie dog, skinned and hung up on the curtain rod. The noise she heard was its blood dripping into a puddle on the floor. The girl screamed and ran to her bedroom to get a weapon, in case someone was still in the house&#8230;..and there on the floor, next to her bed she saw a small note, written in blood, saying: HUMANS CAN LICK TOO MY BEAUTIFUL. </span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Kayla Hixson from Knoxville, TN<br /> Christopher Rangel from San Jose, CA </span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"></span></p>
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		<title>The One That Got Away</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 06:03:53 +0000</pubDate>
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A boy and his sister had to stay home alone one night. Their parents were out at a fancy party for their father&#8217;s job and they warned the children not to open the door for anyone under any circumstances. 
The kids were distracted by TV and weren&#8217;t paying attention to their parent&#8217;s warning. A couple of hours after the parents left, the children were both in bed asleep when they were woken up by a knock at the door. 
The knock came again and they began to think it must be an emergency so the sister went to answer the door. 
Her brother lay awake on his bed, listening for her to come back to her room &#8211; but he didn&#8217;t hear her return. He got nervous and decided to leave and wait for his parents to get home at the neighbor&#8217;s house. He got out of bed and ...]]></description>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">A boy and his sister had to stay home alone one night. Their parents were out at a fancy party for their father&#8217;s job and they warned the children not to open the door for anyone under any circumstances. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The kids were distracted by TV and weren&#8217;t paying attention to their parent&#8217;s warning. A couple of hours after the parents left, the children were both in bed asleep when they were woken up by a knock at the door. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The knock came again and they began to think it must be an emergency so the sister went to answer the door. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Her brother lay awake on his bed, listening for her to come back to her room &#8211; but he didn&#8217;t hear her return. He got nervous and decided to leave and wait for his parents to get home at the neighbor&#8217;s house. He got out of bed and headed out the back door, down the side of the house and across his neighbor&#8217;s lawn. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">They told him they were glad to see him because they had just heard on the news that there was an escaped murderer on the loose and he was last seen just a few blocks away. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">When his parent&#8217;s came home much later that night, they found his sister&#8217;s body dead by the front door and a discarded knife on the brother&#8217;s bed. </span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Kyleigh from Ontario Canada </span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"></span></p>
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		<title>Frightened and Fearless</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 05:21:04 +0000</pubDate>
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There are two girls; Sandra who is totally fearless and Marie who gets frightened when you tap her on the shoulder. 
Though they are very different, they are good friends and Marie has agreed to spend the night at the Sandra&#8217;s house for one full weekend. Though Sandra loves to watch horror movies, Marie is too scared to watch them with her so they decide to tell each other ghost stories. Sandra is the expert on any type of frightening story and she really wants to scare Marie. She tells her stories of babysitters hacked to death, children eaten alive and all sorts of terrible happenings. 
After some time, many stories and lots of drinks and snacks, Sandra has to pee and excuses herself to the bathroom. Minutes pass and all Marie could think of are all the stories she had just heard. She feels like Sandra has been ...]]></description>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">There are two girls; Sandra who is totally fearless and Marie who gets frightened when you tap her on the shoulder. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Though they are very different, they are good friends and Marie has agreed to spend the night at the Sandra&#8217;s house for one full weekend. Though Sandra loves to watch horror movies, Marie is too scared to watch them with her so they decide to tell each other ghost stories. Sandra is the expert on any type of frightening story and she really wants to scare Marie. She tells her stories of babysitters hacked to death, children eaten alive and all sorts of terrible happenings. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">After some time, many stories and lots of drinks and snacks, Sandra has to pee and excuses herself to the bathroom. Minutes pass and all Marie could think of are all the stories she had just heard. She feels like Sandra has been taking a long time in the bathroom and when she listens and doesn&#8217;t here running water she begins to worry. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Suddenly she realizes that Sandra must be playing a joke on her so Marie decides to wait her out. While she waits, the phone rings and she jumps. She realizes that she&#8217;s been holding her breath and her hands are closed into tight fists. She tries to shake herself to calm down, telling herself that everything is fine. Why is she letting Sandra to freak her out like this? The phone continues to ring and since she thinks that Sandra doesn&#8217;t want to spoil her joke by answering the phone, Marie reaches to pick up the receiver. &quot;Hello?&quot; she says nervously. All she can hear is breathing on the other end of the line and then a &#8220;click&#8221;. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Marie can feel herself beginning to panic. She climbs into Sandra&#8217;s bed and pulls the covers over her head. Finally she hears scuffling of feet and she thinks they are Sandra&#8217;s but the sound passes by the door and does not pause. Marie is too frightened to call out Sandra&#8217;s name and eventually she hears the feet again but this time they seem very far away. Suddenly a scream rips through the house. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The whole house is dark except for Sandra&#8217;s room but Marie is so shaken that she decides she&#8217;s got to go find her friend. She leaves the bedroom and begins to inch down the hallway, still praying that this was some giant hoax and Sandra would jump out and tickle her and they would laugh and it would all be over. Finally she turned a corner and saw Sandra sitting at the end of the hall, leaning against the wall. Marie sighed. The fear was gone. She knew it was just Sandra messing with her head. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">She found a light switch and flicked it on. To her horror the light revealed Sandra, covered in blood, her eyes were gouged out, and her stomach ripped open. Marie let out a terrified scream as she read the words painted in Sandra&#8217;s own blood over her mutilated corpse. &quot;She became her own <i>Urban Legend&quot;</i>. </span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Unknown from NJ </span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"></span></p>
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