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		<title>Visiting Grandmother</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Feb 2010 06:45:37 +0000</pubDate>
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A young newlywed couple was heading to a Halloween party one rainy evening and stopped at a stop sign, where they saw a very wet, very cold, and VERY old woman standing in the rain getting drenched. The wife asked her husband if they could give her a ride. Angela rolled down her window a little and yelled out, &#34;Do you need a ride somewhere?&#34; 
&#34;Yes I would. Thank you so very much&#34;, the old woman said. She got in the back seat and introduced herself. &#34;My name is Ruby.&#34; 
&#34;Nice to meet you. I&#8217;m Angela and this is my husband Barry&#34;. 
They made some small talk for a bit. Then Barry asked her, &#34;So, where are you headed, ma&#8217;am?&#34; 
&#34;I&#8217;m headed to see my granddaughter who lives just up the road a ways, 129 N. Daughtry Lane. It&#8217;s her birthday and I&#8217;d love to see her.&#34; 
&#34;Daughtry? That&#8217;s ...]]></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 young newlywed couple was heading to a Halloween party one rainy evening and stopped at a stop sign, where they saw a very wet, very cold, and VERY old woman standing in the rain getting drenched. The wife asked her husband if they could give her a ride. Angela rolled down her window a little and yelled out, &quot;Do you need a ride somewhere?&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 I would. Thank you so very much&quot;, the old woman said. She got in the back seat and introduced herself. &quot;My name is Ruby.&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;Nice to meet you. I&#8217;m Angela and this is my husband Barry&quot;. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">They made some small talk for a bit. Then Barry asked her, &quot;So, where are you headed, ma&#8217;am?&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;I&#8217;m headed to see my granddaughter who lives just up the road a ways, 129 N. Daughtry Lane. It&#8217;s her birthday and I&#8217;d love to see her.&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;Daughtry? That&#8217;s like 15 miles up the road! That IS a distance&#8230;..&quot;, Barry was miffed. Angela put her hand on his and told him it&#8217;s not much further to their friends&#8217; house for the party from there. They argued a little, when suddenly the back door of the car swung open and slammed shut. Angela looked back and screamed. </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 is it?&quot;, Barry asked. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">&quot;She&#8217;s gone! She must have jumped out or fell out!! We have to go and find her!&quot; They looked for an hour up and down the old farm road, but they couldn&#8217;t find her. Angela said, &quot;What can we do now?&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;We have to tell her granddaughter what happened and that it was an accident&quot;, Barry said. </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">They agreed and continued onto the address. They rang the doorbell and a strikingly beautiful young girl answered the door with a sweet and welcoming smile. Angela burst into tears saying, &quot;We lost your grandmother!&quot; </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Startled, the young girl said, &quot;I&#8217;m sorry?&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;Were helping your grandmother by giving her a ride, she was coming here to see you, when she fell out of the back seat while we were in motion.&quot; Barry said. &quot;We looked for an hour, but she was gone. We just had to come and tell you.&quot; </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">The young girl waved them both in. &quot;May I get you anything?&quot; She led them to the living room and asked her guests to quiet down for a bit. The newlyweds sat down and told her what happened. The young girl was frozen solid. &quot;You must be mistaken. My grandmother died 10 years ago&#8230;..&quot; </span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 9.0pt; line-height: 16.8pt;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;">Just then, the lights went out and everyone could hear cackling throughout the entire house. </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;">Ryan Cunningham from Dallas, TX </span></i><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: Tahoma,sans-serif;"></span></p>
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		<title>The Two Hitchikers</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 18:05:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A salesman driving along the highway one day saw a hitcher and decided picking him up would be a good way to relieve his boredom. After he did, he immediately regretted it because the man was large and menacing and his questions about the salesman&#8217;s business quickly made him nervous. 
Ahead he saw another hitchhiker and decided his best bet was to pick this one up too, especially since this one was well dressed and very clean-cut. As soon as the second hitcher got in the back seat he pointed a gun at the two men in the front and demanded their valuables. 
The front-seat passenger swung his arm back and smashed the robber in the head with his elbow, knocking him unconscious. Before the salesman could even say anything, the large man took the gun and all the unconscious robbers possessions and pushed him back out of the car. ...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://urbanlegendsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/hitchhiker.jpg"><img src="http://urbanlegendsonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/hitchhiker.jpg" alt="" title="hitchhiker" width="250" height="342" style="float: left; margin: 10px 15px 15px 0;" border="0" /></a>A salesman driving along the highway one day saw a hitcher and decided picking him up would be a good way to relieve his boredom. After he did, he immediately regretted it because the man was large and menacing and his questions about the salesman&#8217;s business quickly made him nervous. </p>
<p>Ahead he saw another hitchhiker and decided his best bet was to pick this one up too, especially since this one was well dressed and very clean-cut. As soon as the second hitcher got in the back seat he pointed a gun at the two men in the front and demanded their valuables. </p>
<p>The front-seat passenger swung his arm back and smashed the robber in the head with his elbow, knocking him unconscious. Before the salesman could even say anything, the large man took the gun and all the unconscious robbers possessions and pushed him back out of the car. As he turned to the salesman, gun in hand, the salesman begged him not to hurt him promising to do whatever the large man wanted. The large hitchhiker said: &#8220;Relax buddy, I&#8217;m not gonna rob you, it&#8217;s my day off.&#8221; </p>
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