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		<title>Graveyard Eyes</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 20:04:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In Cape Girardeau, Missouri, there is a mysterious graveyard where college students in the late 70&#8242;s used to go there to drink and fool around. Late one October night while I was a student, a group friends convinced me to go to the graveyard to &#34;see the eyes&#34;. I was scared to death, but with a couple of beers and a lot of coercing, I went along. 
As we neared the area where the eyes were seen previously, I saw nothing. I began to laugh at what fools my friends were and how silly I was to be so scared. 
One of the guys needed a &#34;pit stop&#34;, so we pulled over and he stepped to the side of the car to take care of business. Wanting to be discrete, I looked in the other direction and about 100 feet away in the graveyard, were bright green glowing eyes levitating ...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img src="http://urbanlegendsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/graveyard_eyes.jpg" alt="" title="graveyard eyes" style="width: 200px; float: left; margin: 0 15px 10px 0;" border="0">In Cape Girardeau, Missouri, there is a mysterious graveyard where college students in the late 70&#8242;s used to go there to drink and fool around. Late one October night while I was a student, a group friends convinced me to go to the graveyard to &quot;see the eyes&quot;. I was scared to death, but with a couple of beers and a lot of coercing, I went along. </p>
<p>As we neared the area where the eyes were seen previously, I saw nothing. I began to laugh at what fools my friends were and how silly I was to be so scared. </p>
<p>One of the guys needed a &quot;pit stop&quot;, so we pulled over and he stepped to the side of the car to take care of business. Wanting to be discrete, I looked in the other direction and about 100 feet away in the graveyard, were bright green glowing eyes levitating at about 6 feet above the ground. </p>
<p>I screamed and pointed and the fellow jumped back in the car as we raced out of the graveyard, all of us watching behind us until we could no longer see the green eyes. When we were back on the lighted streets of town, we laughed at how silly we were, and vowed to go again to see if we would see the eyes again&#8230;but later, my girlfriends and I vowed to never return to the graveyard again. </p>
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		<title>Hey, Where&#8217;d She Go?</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 05:08:42 +0000</pubDate>
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Beautiful Hitchhiker
A man was driving home from a country-club dance late one Saturday night. Out of the corner of his eye appeared a lovely young girl, dressed in the sheerest of evening gowns, beckoning him for a lift. He jammed on his brakes, and motioned her to climb into the back seat of his sedan. &#34;All cluttered up with golf clubs and bags up here in front,&#34; he explained. &#34;But what on earth is a youngster like you doing out here all alone at this time of night?&#34; 
&#34;It&#8217;s too long a story to tell you now,&#34; said the girl. Her voice was sweet and somewhat shrill &#8212; like the tinkling of sleigh bells. &#34;Please, please take me home. My car broke down a few miles back and I have been trying to get help for the longest time. I live up the road about 5 miles. I do ...]]></description>
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<h1>Beautiful Hitchhiker</h1>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">A man was driving home from a country-club dance late one Saturday night. Out of the corner of his eye appeared a lovely young girl, dressed in the sheerest of evening gowns, beckoning him for a lift. He jammed on his brakes, and motioned her to climb into the back seat of his sedan. &quot;All cluttered up with golf clubs and bags up here in front,&quot; he explained. &quot;But what on earth is a youngster like you doing out here all alone at this time of night?&quot; </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">&quot;It&#8217;s too long a story to tell you now,&quot; said the girl. Her voice was sweet and somewhat shrill &#8212; like the tinkling of sleigh bells. &quot;Please, please take me home. My car broke down a few miles back and I have been trying to get help for the longest time. I live up the road about 5 miles. I do hope it&#8217;s not too far out of your way.&quot; </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">He drove rapidly to her destination, and as he pulled up before the house, he said, &quot;Here we are,&quot; and turned around. The back seat was empty. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">&quot;What the devil?&quot; he muttered to himself. The girl couldn&#8217;t possibly have fallen from the car. Nor could she simply have vanished. He rang insistently on the house bell, confused as he had never been before. At long last the door opened. A gray-haired, very tired-looking man peered out at him. &quot;I can&#8217;t tell you what an amazing thing has happened,&quot; began the doctor. &quot;A young girl gave me this address a while back. I drove her here and . . .&quot; </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">&quot;Yes, yes, I know,&quot; said the man wearily. &quot;This has happened several other Saturday evenings in the past month. That young girl, sir, was my daughter. She was killed in a car accident in the spot where you picked her up two years ago. </span></p>
<p style=""><b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Variations:</span></b></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraph" style=""><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: Symbol;"><span style="">&middot;<span style="font: 7.0pt Times New Roman;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Sometimes the ghost leaves a book or scarf in the car, which the bereaved parents then identify as belonging to their lost daughter. Sometimes the driver spies the hitchhiker&#8217;s photograph on the family piano, wearing the party dress in which she died (and which she was wearing when he picked her up).</span></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraph" style=""><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: Symbol;"><span style="">&middot;<span style="font: 7.0pt Times New Roman;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">In versions where the hitchhiker disappears when the vehicle drives past a graveyard, the driver discovers the coat he lent his passenger draped over the tombstone of a girl who&#8217;d died in a car accident a few years earlier. </span></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraph" style=""><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: Symbol;"><span style="">&middot;<span style="font: 7.0pt Times New Roman;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></span></span><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">One submission described what happens the next day: </span></p>
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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;">After he got home he remembered that Lavender had borrowed his coat. The next day he went to her house and knocked on the door. An old woman answered and he asked her if Lavender Blue was at home. He went on to explain that she had borrowed his coat and he came to get it back and to talk to her if she was there. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The woman had a sad look and asked him if this was some kind of joke. He insisted that it was no joke. She informed him that Lavender Blue had died 5 years before after she had been out on a date. Her date left her in the middle of no-where and she was hit by a truck while walking home on a dark road. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Tom looked so confused when she told him this story that she told him that she would show him Lavender&#8217;s grave, as she was buried in their back yard. They walked around the house and in the back corner of the large property there was a small cemetery and in the center was Lavender&#8217;s tombstone. Both the woman and Tom were surprised to find Tom&#8217;s coat folded neatly laying on the grave. </span></p>
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		<title>The Graveyard Wager</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 04:52:15 +0000</pubDate>
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A group of young girls were having a slumber party one night and began to exchange ghost stories. One girl claimed that she heard that an old man who had died earlier that week had been buried alive in the graveyard down the street. She claimed that if you tried, you could hear him still scratching at the lid of his coffin. The other girls called her bluff and told her that she wouldn&#8217;t do it. They said she was too afraid to go down there to the grave that very night. They continued to challenge her and eventually she gave into the peer pressure and accepted the dare. Since she was going to go alone, she needed to prove to the others that she actually followed through with the task. She was supposed to take a stake with her and drive it into the ground so the next ...]]></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 group of young girls were having a slumber party one night and began to exchange ghost stories. One girl claimed that she heard that an old man who had died earlier that week had been buried alive in the graveyard down the street. She claimed that if you tried, you could hear him still scratching at the lid of his coffin. The other girls called her bluff and told her that she wouldn&#8217;t do it. They said she was too afraid to go down there to the grave that very night. They continued to challenge her and eventually she gave into the peer pressure and accepted the dare. Since she was going to go alone, she needed to prove to the others that she actually followed through with the task. She was supposed to take a stake with her and drive it into the ground so the next day the girls would know that she had been to the grave. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">She headed off to the gravesite, stake in hand, and never returned. The other girls assumed she had &quot;chickened out&quot; and had just gone home ashamed. </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 as they passed the graveyard they saw her there at the old man&#8217;s grave. She had accidentally staked her nightshirt to the ground and when she tried to run from the grave and couldn&#8217;t, she died of fright. </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;">Naomi from NY </span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"></span></p>
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		<title>Black Aggie</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 07:09:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>urbanlegends</dc:creator>
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There is a legend about Druid Ridge Cemetery in Baltimore, Maryland. It is locally well-known for it being the former home of a statue known as Black Aggie. 
In the early part of the century, there was a woman named Aggie, who was a nurse working at a hospital. She was congenial and well-liked, but it seemed that patients under her care always seemed to die. Suspicion grew, and she was put to death, which turned out to be a mistake when she was discovered to be innocent the very next day. A communal feeling of guilt spread, so a statue was put in Druid Ridge Cemetery in her honor. When the statue was unveiled, strange occurrences started happening. 
I&#8217;ve heard that if you stand before it at the stroke of midnight, you will be struck blind by the statue&#8217;s red glowing eyes. People have even been found dead ...]]></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 is a legend about Druid Ridge Cemetery in Baltimore, Maryland. It is locally well-known for it being the former home of a statue known as Black Aggie. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">In the early part of the century, there was a woman named Aggie, who was a nurse working at a hospital. She was congenial and well-liked, but it seemed that patients under her care always seemed to die. Suspicion grew, and she was put to death, which turned out to be a mistake when she was discovered to be innocent the very next day. A communal feeling of guilt spread, so a statue was put in Druid Ridge Cemetery in her honor. When the statue was unveiled, strange occurrences started happening. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">I&#8217;ve heard that if you stand before it at the stroke of midnight, you will be struck blind by the statue&#8217;s red glowing eyes. People have even been found dead in front of it, including a &#8220;pledge&#8221; from a local fraternity. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Another rumor is that pregnant women who walk in the figure&#8217;s shadow (where oddly, the grass never grew) would suffer miscarriages. People began to gather at the graveyard at night, which became a frequent problem. Then one morning, the cemetery employees walked into work to find the statue of Black Aggie with only one arm. The other had been sawed off. Upon investigation, the arm of the statue and a saw were found in the backseat of a worker&#8217;s car. The man was brought to trial, and he claimed Black Aggie cut off one of her arms and had given it to him in a fit of grief. Some people believed his story, but it wasn&#8217;t enough for the court. He was found guilty. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Eventually the statue was removed from Druid Ridge Cemetery, and was donated to a Baltimore museum. It was never displayed however, and resided in the basement. Occasionally, people still congregate at the cemetery, but it is no longer the location of fraternity stunts&#8230;.. </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;">Tamara from Gaithersburg, MD</span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"> </span></p>
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