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		<title>The Slender Man &#124; Der Großmann</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2011 16:34:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The slender man is believed to be a man dressed in a black business suit, like the ones worn in men in black, and is about 6 feet tall.
The slender man was a man who was beat with a log, stabbed with a 2 foot stick, and hung from a tree with his arms, hands, legs, and feet all pulled out of sockets. 
The legend is that in the daytime the slender man will most likely show up in open areas with trees to the side of an open, empty road, or in the woods or any area filled with trees. Most reports from survivors of the slender man say at night he shows up in open windows, dark open rooms, blank TV screens, and in large crowds of people. The slender man only kills kids younger then 16. There are ways to toy with him, but you may be ...]]></description>
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<p>The slender man was a man who was beat with a log, stabbed with a 2 foot stick, and hung from a tree with his arms, hands, legs, and feet all pulled out of sockets. </p>
<p>The legend is that in the daytime the slender man will most likely show up in open areas with trees to the side of an open, empty road, or in the woods or any area filled with trees. Most reports from survivors of the slender man say at night he shows up in open windows, dark open rooms, blank TV screens, and in large crowds of people. The slender man only kills kids younger then 16. There are ways to toy with him, but you may be risking your own death. His arms, legs, fingers, and toes will stretch so that he is up to 34 feet tall with a bone breaking sound. If he appears to you, turn away! He has the power to control your body. When you wake up, you will be tied up laying down in the woods where he was killed. A 547 pound log will be hanging over your head. He will ask you a question. If you get the answer right, he will break both your arms and legs. If you get it wrong he will slowly stick his fingers down your neck and pulls out you heart. </p>
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<p><em>Liam Moughler from Detroit, MI </em></p>
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<h2>Another version</h2>
<p>I was walking home at 11:34pm with my mates and as we walked one of us got a feeling that someone was following us. We had to go through the woods to get to my house. My friends continued to worry but we kept going until my friend slowed and turned to take a picture of whatever was making the noise behind us. The flash revealed a tall, many limbed figure standing close by watching us. We started to run and I was the only one from the group who made it home. </p>
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<p><em>Alex Richardson from Besal Green </em></p>
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<h2>Another Version</h2>
<p>I was walking home when I saw a strange shape near the woods. Being more curious than smart, I went in a little deeper to find what it was. I saw the tip of a mans fingers and as i looked behind a tree, I saw a man in the suit with skinny, multiple, limbs coming out of his back. I started to run, but his outstretched arms made me feel welcome. I started to step towards him, when I heard a scream and saw my little sister watching. I ran off with her and every time i go near the woods alone, I see the tip of a mans hand.</p>
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<p><em>Brandon Tomlinson from Blackfalds, AB</em></p>
<h2>Another Version<br />
Der Großmann</h2>
<p><img src="http://urbanlegendsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/slenderman-212x300.png" alt="" title="slenderman" style="width: 212px; float: right; margin: 0 0 10px 20px;border: none;">Der Großmann  is German for &#8220;The tall man&#8221;. The tall man, or &#8220;slender&#8221; man is a legend which on the something awful forums a few years back as part of a photo-manipulation contest.</p>
<p>Now, the photos were faked. However, the supposed creator of &#8220;the slender man&#8221; reported later on that he could not remember ever posting information regarding the slenderman in any way. Some other people claim to have seen or heard about the slenderman long before in their lives or in legends dating back to the Medieval period in human history [such as Germanic folklore concerning "Der Großmann " roaming the black forest (Der Schwarzwald) and snatching away children who disobey their parents]. The myth goes on to state that the tall man was possibly a child molester who was strung about the trees as punishment for his crimes. His spirit is said to have survived and continues to prey upon the young. </p>
<p>The &#8220;tall man&#8221; is generally depicted as an unusually tall (he can grow to different heights; capable of blending in with the trees of a forest) and completely bald figure sporting a business suit with either a red or black tie. He has no eyes, nose, or ears, and has a very wide grin running from one side of his face to the other (or no mouth at all). In some cases he is reported as having a hat, tentacles, or multiple limbs sprouting from his back which he uses to ensnare his prey. </p>
<p>What makes Der Großmann so fearful is that his existence is questionable. He may be real&#8230;or he may not be. Perhaps the majority who have encountered the tall man have never lived to tell the tale. In fact, fear for slenderman may actually manifest him into your reality-creating a bridge between fact and myth. </p>
<p><img src="http://urbanlegendsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Slender-Man-2-300x225.jpg" alt="" title="The Slenderman Urban Legend" style="width: 350px; float: left; margin: 0 20px 10px 0;border: none;">The tall man is commonly spotted hiding and lurking about in the fog when stalking his victims. Der Großmann usually befriends his children victims (acting as an imaginary friend of sorts) and is capable of luring them into forests at night with psychokinetic powers. From then on the children walk mindlessly into the branching arms of Der Großmann as he grins at their young faces, never to be seen or heard of again-a fate unknown. Some say these children are eaten, taken to another dimension, or quite possibly worse. Again, the myth varies. </p>
<p>Der Großmann is said to be capable of slowly driving victims to madness, can induce paranoia, give coughing fits to them, and can induce disorientation and dizziness, amnesia, and insomnia. He is even said to be capable of visiting them in horrendous nightmares that vary from person from person. </p>
<p>Such victims are slowly driven to insanity by Der Großmann and are soon incapable of thought outside the realm of his fear. This induced insanity is said to weaken victims, making them more susceptible to his control. He loves to toy with his prey before finishing them off.</p>
<p>In some cases victims become mindless minions for Der Großmann, working to bring in more victims to him for his satisfaction. These minions may plant listening devices in your home, follow you around without you being aware of it, and watch over you-even as you sleep. </p>
<p>Some say he can teleport and appear at multiple locations at the same time. In some myths he is able to distort electronic equipment; quite possibly Der Großmann is some electromagnetic entity.</p>
<p>Think you can kill or ambush him? Think again. With his psychokinetic powers Der Großmann  can deflect bullets and other objects away from his body before impact. Ambush would also be quite impossible; if you&#8217;ve seen Der Großmann it is most likely that he is closely watching you and all of your actions. Failed attempts to strike at Der Großmann with a weapon may be met with him obstructing your nervous system and disabling bodily functions-making it ever more easy for him to finish you off. </p>
<p>Again, it is not known exactly what happens once a victim has finally been taken by him. Some say they simply disappear. In more gruesome accounts the victims&#8217; bodies are found impaled on tree limbs with their organs placed throughout their bodies in plastic bags.</p>
<p>The most frightening possible fate may be that Der Großmann extends his fingers to great lengths, punctures the bodies of victims, and destroys every major internal organ they have from within; tying them up from the inside into a great slendery (and bloody) knot. </p>
<p>Remember, the thought of Der Großmann may bring him ever more closer to you. Trying to forget about him will also lead him to you; once you see him there is no turning away from the possibilities of ends which await you.</p>
<p>Those slender shadows you see moving about in the dark of the night or that tall and  misshaped tree in the distance may very well be Der Großmann. Waiting&#8230;watching&#8230;grinning all the while. </p>
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		<title>Wait for 3 Knocks</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2011 03:03:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A man and his wife went for a drive on the highway. While they were driving, their car broke down. The man went to look for help and told his wife to hide under a blanket and not to come out until she heard three knocks on the roof. The wife sat here for hours went she heard three knocks. She pulled off the blanket and saw a strange man at the window holding up the keys to the car.

David from Dawson Creek BC Canada
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<p><em>David from Dawson Creek BC Canada</em></p>
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		<title>The Hoboken Monkey Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2011 01:13:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My dad loved telling me urban legends about various places in New Jersey. One that I especially liked was the one about the Hoboken Monkey Man.
As legend goes, in the early 1980&#8242;s there supposedly was a Monkeylike beast roaming the streets of Hoboken and terrorizing children. 
The police department received so many panicked phone calls that they had to set up a task force to catch him. But they couldn&#8217;t catch him! On some nights people still say that they see him walking down Washington Street&#8230; 
&#8230;but maybe that&#8217;s after they had a hard night of drinking? 

Sharon from Hoboken, NJ
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px 15px 10px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="monkeyman1" border="0" alt="monkeyman1" align="left" src="http://urbanlegendsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/monkeyman1.gif" width="167" height="167" />My dad loved telling me urban legends about various places in New Jersey. One that I especially liked was the one about the Hoboken Monkey Man.
<p>As legend goes, in the early 1980&#8242;s there supposedly was a Monkeylike beast roaming the streets of Hoboken and terrorizing children. </p>
<p>The police department received so many panicked phone calls that they had to set up a task force to catch him. But they couldn&#8217;t catch him! On some nights people still say that they see him walking down Washington Street&#8230; </p>
<p>&#8230;but maybe that&#8217;s after they had a hard night of drinking? </p>
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<p><i>Sharon from Hoboken, NJ</i></p>
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		<title>Jigsaw Mystery</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 05:19:23 +0000</pubDate>
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There was an old lady who lived on her own in a very foggy part of Dart moor. She had lived alone for fifteen years, ever since her husband had died in a mysterious car accident. However, the car accident is not my present purpose on which to dwell. You see, this old lady had a passion for jigsaw puzzles, it probably came with the stigma of being alone for she had no family or friends and lived in a very secluded spot. Every night she would sit at her dining room table and work on her current jigsaw puzzle until it was finished, then she would start a new one. 
However, there came a night, a rugged, windy, stormy winter night when she ran out of jigsaw puzzles. She was extremely upset as she had nothing else to do (this was in the days before TV and her ...]]></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 was an old lady who lived on her own in a very foggy part of Dart moor. She had lived alone for fifteen years, ever since her husband had died in a mysterious car accident. However, the car accident is not my present purpose on which to dwell. You see, this old lady had a passion for jigsaw puzzles, it probably came with the stigma of being alone for she had no family or friends and lived in a very secluded spot. Every night she would sit at her dining room table and work on her current jigsaw puzzle until it was finished, then she would start a new one. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">However, there came a night, a rugged, windy, stormy winter night when she ran out of jigsaw puzzles. She was extremely upset as she had nothing else to do (this was in the days before TV and her radio had no signal in so removed a place). She was just thinking of going up to bed earlier than usual when she heard a thud, as if something had fallen onto the mat from the mail flap. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Intrigued, the old lady hobbled downstairs to find a rectangular parcel had been put through the door and now lay, invitingly, on the mat. She picked it up, carried it upstairs to her dining table and opened it to reveal a new jigsaw puzzle! It had no picture of what it made up on the front but the old lady didn&#8217;t care. Neither did she care who had sent it, she was just so happy to have another puzzle to do. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">It took her about an hour to complete it but as she began the get the entire picture her consternation grew for she saw that the picture being made up was that of the very room in which she now sat. Then, she gasped, for she realized that the woman sitting at the table in the picture with her back to the window was a picture of her. Her fingers trembled as she placed the last four pieces of the puzzle to reveal a picture of a crazed madman at the window staring into the room, holding an axe. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The last thing that old lady ever heard was the sound of breaking glass&#8230; </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">This legend was told in the movie &quot;Dead Poets Society&quot;</span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"></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;">Jules from London </span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"></span></p>
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		<title>Thump, Thump, Drag&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 04:22:53 +0000</pubDate>
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It was Friday night and Ashley, a 16 year old girl, was babysitting 2 little boys. The boy&#8217;s parents weren&#8217;t supposed to come home until very late, so she put them to bed and sat downstairs in the living room to watch some TV. She was flipping channels and came to the evening news. The Anchor-woman reported a warning for her area. She said that a mental patient had escaped from a nearby facility and was on the run from the local authorities. Ashley flipped the channel again to find an old movie she hadn&#8217;t seen in a while, but had always enjoyed. By the end of the film, she had forgotten about the news report. 
Upstairs one of the boys woke up. He thought he heard a noise coming from the hallway. Thump, thump, draaaag&#8230;. 
The child thought that Ashley must be watching TV, the sound must have ...]]></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;">It was Friday night and Ashley, a 16 year old girl, was babysitting 2 little boys. The boy&#8217;s parents weren&#8217;t supposed to come home until very late, so she put them to bed and sat downstairs in the living room to watch some TV. She was flipping channels and came to the evening news. The Anchor-woman reported a warning for her area. She said that a mental patient had escaped from a nearby facility and was on the run from the local authorities. Ashley flipped the channel again to find an old movie she hadn&#8217;t seen in a while, but had always enjoyed. By the end of the film, she had forgotten about the news report. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Upstairs one of the boys woke up. He thought he heard a noise coming from the hallway. Thump, thump, draaaag&#8230;. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The child thought that Ashley must be watching TV, the sound must have been from the program she was watching. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The boy heard the sound again and woke his brother. Together, they listened at the door to the bedroom and the sound kept coming thump, thump, draaaag&#8230;thump, thump, drag&#8230;. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The sound stopped but the boys were still nervous about leaving the safety of their bedroom. They got back into bed and stayed under the covers until their parents got home. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">When their parents came in the house they were struck by a gruesome sight. Ashley was laying halfway up the stairs with a trail of blood behind her. Her arms were cut off at the elbows and she&#8217;d been climbing the stairs on the bloody stumps of her arms, pulling her badly injured body along to protect the children before she died of blood loss. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Ashley&#8217;s attacker was never found! </span></p>
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		<title>The Nut &amp; the Nuts</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 05:51:30 +0000</pubDate>
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A young woman was driving alone one night near the local Insane Asylum when she heard on the radio that a dangerous Lunatic had escaped. Within minutes she heard a pop and felt one of her tires go flat. She built up her nerve and got out and began to change the tire. 
Just as she slid the spare on she noticed a man in a plain white uniform staring at her from the bushes. Startled, she dropped the lug nuts and heard them scatter on the ground, as she vainly searched in the darkness for the scattered lug nuts she heard the man slowly approaching. 
Terrified, she asked herself in a trembling voice, &#34;What am I going to do now?&#34; 
The lunatic replied &#34;Why don&#8217;t you take one nut from each of the other wheels and put them on the spare?&#34; 
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<p><span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">A young woman was driving alone one night near the local Insane Asylum when she heard on the radio that a dangerous Lunatic had escaped. Within minutes she heard a pop and felt one of her tires go flat. She built up her nerve and got out and began to change the tire. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Just as she slid the spare on she noticed a man in a plain white uniform staring at her from the bushes. Startled, she dropped the lug nuts and heard them scatter on the ground, as she vainly searched in the darkness for the scattered lug nuts she heard the man slowly approaching. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Terrified, she asked herself in a trembling voice, &quot;What am I going to do now?&quot; </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The lunatic replied &quot;Why don&#8217;t you take one nut from each of the other wheels and put them on the spare?&quot; </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">She did, and was soon on her way. </span></p>
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		<title>Check the Back Seat!</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 04:31:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A friend stopped at a pay-at-the-pump gas station to get gas. Once she filled her gas tank and after paying at the pump and starting to leave, the voice of the attendant inside came over the speaker. He told her that something happened with her card and that she needed to come inside to pay. The lady was confused because the transaction showed complete and approved. She relayed that to him and was getting ready to leave but the attendant, once again, urged her to come in to pay or there&#8217;d be trouble. 
She proceeded to go inside and started arguing with the attendant about his threat. He told her to calm down and listen carefully: He said that while she was pumping gas, a guy slipped into the back seat of her car on the other side and the attendant had already called the police. She became frightened and ...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href=""><img src="http://urbanlegendsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/backseat.jpg" alt="" title="backseat" style="width: 258px; margin: 10px 15px 15px 0; float: left;" /></a>A friend stopped at a pay-at-the-pump gas station to get gas. Once she filled her gas tank and after paying at the pump and starting to leave, the voice of the attendant inside came over the speaker. He told her that something happened with her card and that she needed to come inside to pay. The lady was confused because the transaction showed complete and approved. She relayed that to him and was getting ready to leave but the attendant, once again, urged her to come in to pay or there&#8217;d be trouble. </p>
<p>She proceeded to go inside and started arguing with the attendant about his threat. He told her to calm down and listen carefully: He said that while she was pumping gas, a guy slipped into the back seat of her car on the other side and the attendant had already called the police. She became frightened and looked out in time to see her car door open and the guy slip out. </p>
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<h3>Another Version</h3>
<p>A woman was driving on her way home when she noticed a big 18 wheeler truck driving behind her. The truck driver flashed his lights at her. She ignored him, but he continued to flash his lights, distracting her from the road. She decided to drive faster to try to move away from the annoying truck. The driver caught up with her car and flashed his headlights at her again. </p>
<p>She called the police on her cell phone and told them what was happening to her. They instructed her to meet them at her house. When she got there she quickly ran out of the car and up to the police officers waiting for her. </p>
<p>Amazingly, the truck stopped in front of her house as well, despite the police cars obviously waiting for him. The officers began to arrest the driver, but he begged them to let him explain. He said that when they were stopped at a rest stop at the same time he saw a man get into the back seat of her car with a huge knife. With no other way to warn her about the man, the driver followed the woman and flashed his lights each time he noticed the man rising up out of the back seat to attack her. The killer ducked back down to avoid being seen. </p>
<p>The police searched the car and arrested the would-be killer instantly. </p>
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<h3>Another Version</h3>
<p>One night a woman went out for drinks with her girlfriends and at the end of the night she left the bar alone. On her way home, her route took her onto a deserted highway. She noticed a lone pair of headlights quickly approaching her car from behind. As the car came closer she noticed that it’s turn signal was on, the car was going to pass. </p>
<p>Just as it moved over to begin passing, suddenly the driver swerved back behind her car, pulled up dangerously close to her tailgate and flashed the high beams at her. </p>
<p>She started getting nervous and kept an eye on the strange vehicle in the rear view mirror. The headlights dimmed for a moment and then the high beams flashed again and the car behind her surged forward. The frightened woman struggled to keep her eyes on the road and fought the urge to keep looking at the car behind her. Finally, she approached her exit but the car continued to follow, flashing the high beams periodically. </p>
<p>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, &#8220;Lock the door and call the police! Call 911!&#8221; </p>
<p>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 high beams and the figure crouched back down. </p>
<p>The moral of the story: Check the back seat! </p>
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<h3>In Another Version</h3>
<p>When she gets to her house she gets out of the car, runs inside and calls the police. She looks out the window and sees the man get out of the vehicle that followed her with a gun in his hand just as the police arrive. The man protests, &#8220;Your arresting the wrong guy, I saw a man get into the back seat of her car with a knife and was going to call the police but didn’t want to let her out of my sight.&#8221; Sure enough, when the police looked in the back seat of her car, they found a man with a knife. </p>
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<h3>Another Version</h3>
<p>A girl was traveling to visit a friend and stopped to get gas. When she attempted to return to her car the gas station attendant who had a strong stutter told her to follow him inside as there was a problem with her credit card. </p>
<p>She was suspicious as to why there would be a problem with her card but obliged and went inside. As soon as she walked in, the attendant shut the door behind them and locked it. </p>
<p>The girl started screaming and shouting at him to move out the way. The attendant tried to explain, but his stutter made him difficult to understand. &#8220;Th-th-there uh mmm i-i-i-its b-because&#8221; </p>
<p>The woman was too scared and too impatient to listen to the attendant. She managed to push him aside and get out of the station, but the attendant was running after her. </p>
<p>She rushed back to her car and got in, slammed the door shut and drove off as the attendant was still trying to get his words out &#8220;TH-TH-THERE&#8217;S SOMEONE IN THE BACK SEAT!!&#8221; </p>
<p>The girl wasn&#8217;t listening, but someone rose up behind her in the back seat with an axe and&#8230; </p>
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<h3>Another Version</h3>
<p>A young woman is sitting in a coffee house, about ready to leave, when a man approaches her and asks to buy her a cup of coffee. She politely refuses his offer, and tells the man that she&#8217;s had enough cups already, and that she&#8217;s going to leave. She walks out to her car, and drives away. Following her is the man who was refused on his coffee offer in his truck. She drives along a two-lane stretch of road, and sees the man following her in his truck flashing his lights and honking his horn. The woman is under the assumption that he is angered for her refusal of his offer. </p>
<p>After being followed for around 10 minutes with the man following her still flashing the lights and honking, the woman&#8217;s car runs out of gas. The man pulls behind her on the side of the road and gets out of the car with a double-barrel shotgun. </p>
<p>He tells her to get out of the car. She doesn&#8217;t at first, then he screams at her &#8220;GET OUT OF THE CAR LADY&#8221;, and she complies. </p>
<p>He then says “Get out of the car.” again. She tells him she&#8217;s already out. </p>
<p>He says &#8220;Not you, him&#8221;. He gestures to the vehicle and she sees a man wielding a butcher&#8217;s knife get out of the back of the car, holding his knife up in a surrendering style. The man tells the woman that he was flashing his lights and honking his horn so the man with the knife wouldn&#8217;t harm her. </p>
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		<title>The Hook Man</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 00:42:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[On a summer night in Pennsylvania, a boy and a girl drive out to a spot in the woods. Parked in the darkness, they heard on the radio that a man escaped from Allentown State Hospital, several miles from the local high school, and was terrorizing innocent people on a murder-spree. He was described to have lost his hand and years ago it had been replaced by a large metal hook. He had hacked off his own hand in a fit of madness , trying to escape a pair of handcuffs years earlier. 
The boy thought nothing of it, switched off the radio and turned his attention to his girlfriend. 
Suddenly, small noises errupted from nearby. The girl pulled away, frightened. &#8220;I&#8217;m scared. You know, about what they said on the radio? Maybe we should go home.&#8221; 
&#8220;No way, do you want your parents to find out we didn&#8217;t go ...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img src="http://urbanlegendsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/urban-legend-hook.jpg" alt="" title="urban-legend-hook" style="width: 300px; float: left; margin: 10px 15px 15px 0;" border="0" />On a summer night in Pennsylvania, a boy and a girl drive out to a spot in the woods. Parked in the darkness, they heard on the radio that a man escaped from Allentown State Hospital, several miles from the local high school, and was terrorizing innocent people on a murder-spree. He was described to have lost his hand and years ago it had been replaced by a large metal hook. He had hacked off his own hand in a fit of madness , trying to escape a pair of handcuffs years earlier. </p>
<p>The boy thought nothing of it, switched off the radio and turned his attention to his girlfriend. </p>
<p>Suddenly, small noises errupted from nearby. The girl pulled away, frightened. &#8220;I&#8217;m scared. You know, about what they said on the radio? Maybe we should go home.&#8221; </p>
<p>&#8220;No way, do you want your parents to find out we didn&#8217;t go to the movies? Just relax.&#8221; As they picked up where they left, they didn&#8217;t hear anything for a while until there was a loud screech on the door, obviously coming from the girl&#8217;s side of the car. </p>
<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s it, take me home! It&#8217;s not safe out here!&#8221; </p>
<p>Her boyfriend, senselessly frustrated, relunctantly agreed. He complained all the way home, insulting her for &#8220;being such a baby&#8221;. Barely waiting for the car to stop, the girl angrily opened the door and got out of the car as they pulled up to her driveway. Slamming the car door, ready to go inside, she froze, staring at the car. She started to scream. </p>
<p>The boy, growing a bit alarmed, got out of the car and walked around to her side, where he too, stopped where he stood and could only stare at the door handle in frightened amazement. Found hanging from the car door, was a bloody hook, just dangling in place. </p>
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		<title>The Bunny Man Bridge</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 06:25:14 +0000</pubDate>
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After the civil war Fairfax County, Virginia became more populated and eventually an insane asylum was built there. No one wanted to live near the asylum and because of the public outrage the institution was shut down.
The administration transferred the patients and in 1904 the process was completed. During the transfer, some of the patients escaped and hid in the surrounding woods and forest. These individuals were lost, delusional and dangerous. Most of them were found except Marcus Lawster and Douglas Griffen. The local authorities found a trail they believed belonged to them, littered with half eaten mutilated bunnies.
The trail led deep into the woods to a tunnel bridge crossing a wide creek. There they found Marcus hanging from the tunnel entrance. There was a note attached to his foot that said, &#8220;You&#8217;ll never find me no matter how hard you try! Signed, The Bunny Man.&#8221; That tunnel has been ...]]></description>
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After the civil war Fairfax County, Virginia became more populated and eventually an insane asylum was built there. No one wanted to live near the asylum and because of the public outrage the institution was shut down.</p>
<p>The administration transferred the patients and in 1904 the process was completed. During the transfer, some of the patients escaped and hid in the surrounding woods and forest. These individuals were lost, delusional and dangerous. Most of them were found except Marcus Lawster and Douglas Griffen. The local authorities found a trail they believed belonged to them, littered with half eaten mutilated bunnies.</p>
<p>The trail led deep into the woods to a tunnel bridge crossing a wide creek. There they found Marcus hanging from the tunnel entrance. There was a note attached to his foot that said, &#8220;You&#8217;ll never find me no matter how hard you try! Signed, The Bunny Man.&#8221; That tunnel has been called Bunny Man Bridge ever since. </p>
<p>The legend says that if you walk all the way down the tunnel at around midnight the Bunny Man will grab you and hang you from the entrance of the bridge. </p>

<p>Strange deaths and phenomena has been connected with the Bunny Man Bridge. There was a young man from Clifton, Virginia who came upon the Bridge while traveling. Later, he killed his parents and dragged their bodies into the woods to hang them from the bridge and then killed himself. In 1943, three teenagers, two men and a young woman, were at the bunny man bridge for Halloween night. The three youths were found dead, hung from the bridge with their bodies slashed open. All with notes attached to their feet saying the same thing,&#8221; You&#8217;ll never catch the Bunny Man!&#8221;</p>
<p>In 2001, after hearing the tale, six local students and a guide searched the area. They found mutilated bunny parts during their search and left the forest after they heard noises and saw figures moving around in the woods. </p>
<h3>Variations:</h3>
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<dt>Variations of this legend can be found at the following links:</dt>
<dd><a href="http://www.castleofspirits.com/clifton.html" target="_blank" id="bodylinks">Bunny Man Bridge story variation</a><br />
<a href="http://www.virginiaghosts.com/bunnyman.htm" target="_blank" id="bodylinks">Bunny Man Bridge story variation 2</a>
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