I Fell Down Reddit’s Creepy Urban Legend Rabbit Hole

Added: 2026-05-23

[00:00:00]I wanted to try something new this week.

[00:00:01]We're still on Reddit, don't worry. But I have people asking me all the time to post longer videos. So, I'm going to try to make this like a 40 45 minute video of me reading stories from Reddit. This says, "Rit, what is the creepiest urban legend that you know of?" We've done urban legend stories before. I've never seen this thread before, and these seem insane. This first one says, "The creepiest one was one that turned out to be real. I remember being with my older cousins on holidays while they told me this scary story about a woman who lived three streets away who had murdered her boyfriend, skinned him, and fed him to her dogs, etc., and that the house was painted inside with blood. Creepy [ __ ] at the time. Almost became a vegetarian, but I just thought they were trying to freak me out. Anyhow, recently I confirmed this to not be an urban legend, but rather gossip about a murder that happened in 2000. Katherine Knight, like the name drop is insane, stabbed her boyfriend 37 times, skinned him like cattle in her bathroom, decapitated him, and prepared his organs as a meal to their children. TLDDR: My family's hometown is a [ __ ] up place. The organs. Oh my god. I'm like literally I'm I I can't even fathom that being real. Okay, wait. So, somebody replied and said she fed his organs to their children. [ __ ] Christ. And they said, "I don't think she ever got to before being caught." But I imagine that was the intent. Gives me the creeps. Yeah.

[00:01:26]They also said she cut his puppy's throat just to show him what could happen if he cheats on her and he stayed with her for two more years. Are you kidding? Okay. Yeah. On to Let's read a fake one. Huh? I read one recently that you might like. Background. In the late 19th to early 20th century, medical science was nowhere near as advanced as it was now. The upshot was that not everyone that was buried was actually dead. This created such a paranoia that there was a market for safety coffins.

[00:01:56]Safety coffins were fitted with a mechanism to allow the occupant to signal that he or she had been buried alive. They could take various forms.

[00:02:03]Some had bells on the headstone with strings that went down to the coffin.

[00:02:07]Some had flags that could be raised and some had small tubes so that air could get in and voices could be heard. This is the story. In a small town in the southern USA in 1857, the local gravedigger heard a bell one night while walking through the cemetery. It was clearly one of the bells from a safety grave. He went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits.

[00:02:28]Sometimes it was also the wind. This time it wasn't either. A voice from below begged and pleaded to be unburied.

[00:02:34]He looked at the gravestone and took in the information it presented. Are you Sarah Oannon? The gravedigger asked.

[00:02:41]Yes, the muffled voice asserted. You were born on September 17th, 1827. Yes.

[00:02:48]The gravestone here says you died on February 20th, 1857. No, I'm alive. It was a mistake. Dig me up and set me free. Sorry about this, ma'am. The gravedigger said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. But this is August.

[00:03:03]Whatever you are down there, you sure as hell ain't alive no more, and you ain't coming up. Yeah, good job. Good call on that one. Because personally, if I was the gravedigger, I wouldn't have noticed that. I would have been like, "Oh my god, I have to get you out." My older sister told me about the candle light prowler when I was very young. The prowler would break into houses at night, go into the children's rooms, and stand there. With a candle in hand, he would stand looming over the child's bed until dawn. Most times, the child would wake up, but they wouldn't say a thing.

[00:03:32]Not a peep. Maybe they would even go back to sleep. But most stayed awake all night, not moving a muscle. In the morning, the children would run into their parents' room screaming, and the only evidence he left were drops of wax on the bedroom floor. I don't like that.

[00:03:46]That reminds me of that one urban legend of like the clown statue. I don't even know if it's an urban legend or if it's more so just like a scary story, but it's like the babysitter at the house and she calls the parents like, "This clown statue is freaking me out." And they're like, "We don't have a clown statue. Get out of the house." Hated that story as a kid. I hated it. A hunter is out in the woods and after a long unsuccessful day, realizes night is quickly approaching. Knowing it would be impossible to make it home before dark, he wanders until he finds a cabin in the woods. He sets his gun on the porch and knocks on the door. The latch is broken and the door caks open. He calls in to see if the cabin is occupied, but no one answers. The hunter steps in and looks around. He reaches for a light, but finds there is no power. The cabin is one room, and the hunter feels his way around and finds a bed in the corner. He strips his clothes, collapses in the bed. From the bed, the hunter looks around and notices several portraits on the walls. He doesn't recognize any of the faces, although notices musingly that all the portraits seem to be staring at him. He falls into a deep, comfortable sleep. Morning arrives. The hunter looks around the cabin during daylight for the first time. He realizes there are no portraits, only windows. We have read that before, but not that person's story, but we've read that urban legend before. That's crazy. I like knew where that was going. The boy was restless that night. His mind raced with troubling thoughts and he tossed and turned trying to block them out and get some sleep. He looked at the alarm on his nightstand and a dimly green 312 blinked back at him. He really needed to get that fixed. He turned away from the clock and toward his door frame and decided to try to force it. Clenching his eyes shut, he tried thinking about nothing. Right as he started having some success, he heard a dull thumping coming from the stairs. That's weird, he thought as he knew both of his parents were usually asleep by now. He squinted out of the cracked door, heart racing.

[00:05:37]At the end of the hallway was the huge silhouette of someone or something. It lumbered towards his parents' bedroom with the thumping surprisingly quiet for a figure that size. The boy broke out into a cold sweat and clenched his eyes shut. He was imagining things. That was probably just his dad. The shadows were playing tricks in the night, he reassured himself. Just as he was certain it hadn't been real, he heard a loud thunkk from his parents' bedroom.

[00:06:02]Then came a muffled gasp. The boy's heart was racing and he almost called out for his parents. "No," he kept telling himself. "That'll make him have to tie me up, too. I'll let him steal what he wants and leave." He pretended to be asleep, slowing his breathing, even though every muscle in his body was tense. The thumping started up again, and it was getting louder. This time, it was accompanied with a soft dragging sound. both came closer and closer. The boy was paralyzed with fear. The thumping was in his room now. All he could do was not whimper. He heard shuffling and drawers opening and closing. And then it stopped. And the thumping started up again. It stopped right next to his bed. And then he heard ruffling and dragging. The thing had wedged itself underneath the bed. The boy felt tears forming as he forced himself not to scream. The boy waited for what seemed like hours, but there were no sounds, no movements. He knew he couldn't stay there forever. He had to make a run for it. He had to make sure he could get to the door before the thing could grab him. He slowly halfoped his eyes, carefully adjusting to the light. What he saw next drove all thoughts of escape from his mind.

[00:07:08]Leaning against his wall were the bodies of his mom and dad, locked in a bloody embrace. Their heads lay in their laps, mouths open in terror. The boy barely muffled a scream before seeing a trail of dark black leading from their gaping necks. Above their bodies scrolled in their blood was a message. I know you're awake. That is actually Yeah, if someone would have told me that as a child, I would have never slept again. I was told this was a true story about a town in Wisconsin. This town was mostly cornfields and flat, sort of a driveby town. There were some pretty deep woods off the highway that shelter a church.

[00:07:44]The church actually is from the late 1800s and has been long abandoned. At some point, teenagers and some old creepy man took to performing satanic rituals at the church. They made attempts to call creatures from hell or interdimensional demons. After this goes on for some time, they find everyone dead at the church after they've been missing for a couple of days, completely shredded and mutilated at the site. The general consensus is that they succeeded in their efforts, but were unable to control what they had called. Now, this jumps to a firsthand account from a social studies teacher I had in junior high. She claimed that this is well known in the town that when you drive through the town's area around this church, you do not stop your car.

[00:08:24]Whatever was called is still there hunting at night. So, social studies teacher's friend is driving through this area to visit a friend in the next town.

[00:08:33]He's blasting through this road surrounded by cornfields and minding his own business. Suddenly, there's a terrible shrieking and ripping sound at the passenger side of the car and the car thumps hard. Thinking that something just blew, he carefully slows down and gets out to take a look. The scene is as such. The moon out and it's quiet in the middle of the country. The corn stands quietly in the dark with the headlights blazing in front of the car, illuminating the green of the fields.

[00:08:59]The engine ticking from the heat, no wind, but some small noises from the field as the corn plants touch each other. Walking around to the side closest to the field, he observes that the passenger side has what appears to be claw marks that punctured the metal.

[00:09:13]Running from behind the front door all the way to the back bumper. The bumper is metal and it's been pulled back like something was hanging from it. Spooked and now knowing the car is still operable, the guy runs back and gets in, taking off quickly. Not too long after the man arrives at his friend's house, he brings his friend over to the car immediately and conveys the story to his friend. The man hearing all of this turns sheet white. He then informs the friend of the story about the church. He tells him that this happens to people from time to time. When people get out of their car, they usually disappear.

[00:09:44]Damn. Okay, wait. You said this was real. I was told this was a true story.

[00:09:48]That can't be real. That can't be real.

[00:09:50]Oh, please tell me that's not real. I'm never going to Wisconsin. Okay, wait.

[00:09:53]Someone literally replied and they said, "As someone whose mother is from Wisconsin, I can confirm this is actually a story about a town there."

[00:10:00]Probably not true, though. Thank God. I wish I could remember the town's name, but if you know anything about Wisconsin town names, then you understand why I forgot to do it. There is a church taking a back roads way from Whitewater to Milwaukee. I used to pass all the time when I visit my brother. It was in the middle of nowhere, abandoned and very old, but not 1800's old. And there's always a red light inside of it.

[00:10:19]This is a reply, by the way, to that story. No one ever seems to be there. We even pulled over and watched it for a few minutes, but noped the [ __ ] out of there. We never saw any signs that someone was there. Just curious if this is the church everyone's referencing.

[00:10:32]It's a long shot, but I hope it is now.

[00:10:34]You hope it is. There's an old house near where I live that has a column that apparently won't take paint. The urban legend is that the house was built in the Annabellum days and that a child slave fell in the cement while they were making the column and they just poured more cement on top instead of trying to fish the child out. And the region that won't take paint is the approximate area where the child's body is. What the [ __ ] that I I can't you guys that's insane. I know this next one and I'm sure a lot of you do too, but this says Laurona or the weeping woman is basically about a woman who drowned her kids in a river. After realizing what she had done, she then killed herself.

[00:11:13]People say they hear a lady crying for her children near rivers or deep in the woods. The story is popular in Latin America. My dad was the one who told me it. He said he personally heard some terrifying screams near the woods one day walking home. He said it didn't sound like anything he's ever heard before. Yeah, that one always gets me, too. From the streets of Metro Manila, Philippines. Sorry for the poor grammar, as English isn't my primary language.

[00:11:36]I'm having a hard time trying to think of appropriate words that translate well. Story one. One night while driving home, a man notices that the car following him was flashing his lights and honking his horn randomly. He pays no attention to it and continues on.

[00:11:50]When he gets home, he notices that the car had followed him all the way. So, a little peeved, he confronts the driver.

[00:11:55]The second driver explains that he had noticed a woman in the backseat of the man's car holding a knife ready to stab him. So, every time he honks or flashes the lights, the woman would disappear.

[00:12:06]The man says he was alone the whole time. But upon opening the rear doors, there was a long knife on the back seat.

[00:12:11]I swear I've heard something like that, too. Oh my god, it's so crazy. This is bringing back so many memories from my childhood when we would just tell each other stories like this to to just scare each other. Story two. Late one night, a woman climbs aboard a Jeep knee. She notices that the driver is unusually quiet and glances at her frequently through the rearview mirror. But since the vehicle was moving, she was a bit apprehensive. She was a lone passenger, but did not mind. As she was nearing her stop, the driver pulls over, looks at her with wild eyes, and says, "Miss, when you get home, take a bath and please burn your clothes. When I first saw your reflection in the mirror, you had no head." A common belief here is that when people see you and you have no head, death is coming for you. Now, that I have never heard and that is that's insane. When I was a kid, I was told the following urban legend. It terrified me back then, and I thought it was true for years. A young couple are out on a date.

[00:13:05]He's driving her somewhere when something goes wrong with the car. He knows there's a gas station not that far down the road, and he has no choice but to walk down there, get some help, and come back. They had just heard on the radio about a psychopath who had escaped from the local insane asylum. So he reminds her and warns her to lock the doors after he leaves and to not open them for anybody. She promises and off he goes. After a while, she hears this scratching, scrabbling, scraping over the back of the car, then heavy movements along the roof. Then bang, bang, bang as something thumps on the roof of the car. She's of course terrified, but seconds later, the area is surrounded by cops. They're yelling at her, warning her to absolutely not get out of the car. But the banging is continuing as they edge closer to the vehicle, and she can't take it anymore.

[00:13:51]The terror or the curiosity. She pushes open the door and runs away from the vehicle towards the cops, unable to resist looking back to see what is on top of her car. The escaped psychopath slamming her boyfriend's severed head onto the roof of the car repeatedly.

[00:14:08]That I wasn't expecting that. I wasn't expecting that. But also, why do I feel like I've heard this at some point in my life? I You guys, this is like tripping me out. But I don't know why I wasn't expecting the boyfriend's head. That's really scary. Harry Ziggland thought he had dodged fate. In 1883, he broke off a relationship with his girlfriend, who out of distress committed suicide. The girl's brother was so enraged that he hunted down Zaggeland and shot him. The brother, believing he had killed Zaggeland then turned his gun on himself and took his own life. But Zagland had not been killed. The bullet, in fact, had only grazed his face and then lodged into a tree. Zieglland surely thought himself a lucky man. Some years later, however, Zieglland decided to cut down the large tree, which still had the bullet in it. The task seemed so formidable that he decided to blow it up with a few sticks of dynamite. The explosion propelled the bullet into Zigglland's head, killing him. Now, that is some karma. Actually, I don't know, cuz you didn't really do anything in the first place to deserve to be killed. So yeah, that's just really unfortunate. I was literally talking about this one earlier. A teenage girl found a babysitting job for the night. The little boy went to bed around 8, but something made her feel uneasy. A short while later, she got a checkup call from the mother, asking if everything was all right. She walks to the child's door to make sure he is safe in bed and looks around the room. Everything's fine. Joey behaved well and is asleep now. That clown statue in his room creeps me out, though. We don't have a clown statue.

[00:15:37]Joey hates clowns and so do I. Because what the hell? I was literally talking about that one earlier. Like when I was a kid living in Texas, I had a reoccurring dream. In this dream, I was walking down the street of my hometown and a man would walk toward me.

[00:15:52]Sometimes he was older and sometimes he was younger. He didn't always have the same face, but I always knew it was the same man. He would get closer and closer, and I would know that something bad was going to happen, but I would wake up each time before he reached me.

[00:16:04]I would be terrified. One night in my dream, we finally got face to face and I spoke to him. I said, "What is your name?" He said, "My name is Sammy." And then I woke up and I was so afraid that I couldn't go back to sleep. I went to my sister's room and said, "Can I get in bed with you? I just had a really bad dream." My sister said, "Was it Sammy?"

[00:16:22]I said, "What did you say? How do you know Sammy?" And my sister said, "I don't, but you just brought him in the room with you." I turned on the lights and I saw that my sister was asleep.

[00:16:33]This is not real, right? That's not a real story. No, that's not that can't be a real story. That just literally made me poop a little. About 10 years ago, I was recently divorced and living alone in a one-bedroom apartment. The place was clean and the rent was decent. One of those places that had a door man. I felt safe here. I was alone and loving it, focused on my career and not on my clingy ex-husband. Things were finally looking up for me. At the time, I was working pretty late at the office and would often stumble into my apartment sleep deprived in the early hours of the morning and wake up by 6:30, 7ish to start the day. I started noticing that in the morning, my door would be unlocked sometimes. I usually dismissed this as my sleep dead brain thinking that the bed looked more appealing than locking the door. Another thing I noticed since moving in was that I seem to misplace things more than I used to.

[00:17:19]Little things like a hairbrush or nail polish, that sort of thing. wasn't really that big of a deal. Just enough to be a slight annoyance in my day. The longer I lived there, the more frequently I seemed to forget to lock the door. At first, it was every once in a while than it seemed like a daily occurrence. More things went missing.

[00:17:36]Things like pictures, razors, and most disturbingly, my underwear. This went on for long enough that I started to get a little paranoid. I started to take the time at night to make sure the door was locked. I got into the habit of every night after I locked the door to turn the handle three times and say to myself, "It's locked. It's locked. It's locked." Time after time, I would wake up and the door would be unlocked. One time I even tried staying up all night to watch the door, but I ended up falling asleep in my chair. I decided that my mind was not reliable enough to stay up all night, so I invested in a video camera. I went all out and bought the fanciest camera that I could get my hands on. One night, I set up the camera facing the door. I hid the camera under a pile of towels on the floor. I locked the door and went to bed. When I woke up, my apartment looked normal. Nothing missing that I could see. I decided to check the tape. I fast forwarded through the hours of footage, not seeing anything. I was just about to give up when I noticed the handle of the door jitter. Then it slowly crept open. A figure slid through the halfopen door and walked towards the camera. It paused, looking around as if listening for something, then walked forward into direct view of the camera. I paused the camera. The hairs on my arms and the back of my neck started to rise. I was staring directly into the face of the maintenance man of the building. I could see those big, thick glasses and curly hair. I had no doubt who it was. I played the tape a little more. He looked comfortable as he walked around the apartment. Then he turned and walked towards my bedroom and out of the view of the camera. I didn't know what to do.

[00:19:11]Sob, I called the police. I tried to explain over the phone but couldn't.

[00:19:15]Soon enough, two officers arrived at my doorstep. I told them everything and showed them the tape. I remember seeing the blood drain from their faces. They promised me I was safe and that they were going to get this guy. I needed to lay down, but I didn't want to be alone.

[00:19:29]One of the officers offered to stand outside my apartment door as I took a nap. As I was laying in bed, unable to sleep, but too drained to move, something kept nagging at me. I laid there for a few minutes, tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable or rest. My mind was racing. Then a realization slowly washed over me and chilled me to the bone. We watched the tape and saw the man enter my home, but we never saw him leave. I froze, then started shaking. I needed to get to the front door. I sat up and looked around the room. I couldn't see anyone. I swung my legs over the side of the bed cautiously. My feet hit the cold wood floor and I felt warm breath on my ankles. I raced out of my apartment as fast as I could and to the safety of the police officer. He called for backup.

[00:20:17]They found the man under my bed clutching a knife and a Polaroid camera.

[00:20:22]That was probably the worst one we've read yet. There was some sort of story about a man under a bed, but like they thought it was their dog licking their hand and then there their dog was dead.

[00:20:32]Do you guys know what I'm talking about?

[00:20:34]That was a horrible way of telling the story, but I can't remember what the story was called. Maybe someone can help identify it. I read it on Creepy Pasta a while ago. All I remember is that a man wakes up one morning and sees the word smile written repeatedly on his window.

[00:20:48]He calls the police and they come and investigate, but find no signs of a break-in. He apparently lived in a pretty tall building. They recommended he set up a video camera in his home.

[00:20:56]So, he does. The next morning, he wakes up and checks the camera. From 11 to 1:00, nothing happened. But at 2 or so, some man-like creature crawls out on all fours from under his bed and stares directly into the camera. It had no eyes, just black holes that went on forever and a horrible smile. It stared at the camera for hours until about the time the man woke up and checked the camera. I read this a while ago, so I don't remember the whole story, but if someone has a link, you know what?

[00:21:21]Honestly, I don't need the whole story.

[00:21:22]I really don't. Oh, this one's about the windo. I don't know if I'm allowed to say that. I I don't know if I'm allowed to say that. A wealthy man wanted to go hunting in a part of northern Canada where few people had ever hunted. He traveled to a trading post and tried to find a guide to take him, but no one would do it. It was too dangerous, they said. Finally, he found a Native American man who needed money badly, and he agreed to take him. Their name was Defogo. They made camp in the snow near a large frozen lake. For three days, they hunted, but had nothing to show for it. The third night, a windstorm came up. They lay in their tent, listening to the wind howling and the trees whipping back and forth. To see the storm better, the hunter opened the tent flap. What he saw startled him. There wasn't a breath of air stirring, and the trees were standing perfectly still. Yet he could hear the wind howling, and the more he listened, the more it sounded as if it were calling Defago's name. "Deog," it called. "I must be losing my mind," the hunter thought. Defago had gotten out of his sleeping bag. He was huddled in a corner of the tent, his head buried in his arms. "What's this all about?"

[00:22:23]the hunter asked. "It's nothing," Deago said. But the wind continued to call him, and [ __ ] came more tense and more restless. "Dog," it called. Suddenly, he jumped to his feet, and he began to run from the tent.

[00:22:37]But the hunter grabbed him and wrestled him to the ground. "You can't leave me out here!" the hunter shouted. Then the wind called again, and [ __ ] broke loose and ran into the darkness. The hunter could hear him screaming as he went.

[00:22:50]Again and again he cried, "Oh my furry feet, my burning feet of fire. Then his voice faded away and the wind died down." At daybreak, the hunter followed Defago's tracks in the snow. They went through the woods down toward the lake and then onto the ice. But then he noticed something strange. The steps Defo had taken got longer and longer.

[00:23:11]They were so long no human being could have taken them. It was as if something had helped to hurry him away. The hunter followed the tracks to the middle of the lake, but there they disappeared. At first, he thought Defago had fallen through the ice, but there wasn't any hole. Then he thought that something had pulled him off the ice into the sky, but that made no sense. As he stood wondering what had happened, the wind picked up again. Soon it was howling as it had the night before. Then he heard Defago's voice. It was coming from up above. And again he heard you screaming, "My fury feet, my burning feet, but there was nothing to be seen." Now the hunter wanted to leave that place as fast as he could. He went back to camp and packed. Then he left some food for Defago and started out. Weeks later, he reached civilization. The following year, he went back to hunt in that area again. He went to the same trading post to look for a guide. The people there could not explain what had happened to Defo that night, but they had not seen him since. Maybe it was the windo, one of them said, and he laughed. It's supposed to come with the wind. It drags you along at great speed until your feet are burned away. And more of you than that. Then it carries you into the sky and it drops you. It's a crazy story, but that's what the Native Americans say. A few days later, the hunter was at the trading post again. A Native American man came in and sat by the fire. He had a blanket wrapped around him, and he wore his hat so you couldn't see his face. The hunter thought there was something familiar about him. He walked over and asked, "Are you Defo?"

[00:24:40]They didn't answer. "Do you know anything about him?" "No answer." He began to wonder if something was wrong, if the man needed help, but he couldn't see his face. "Are you all right?" he asked. "No answer." To get a look at him, he lifted their hat and then he screamed. There was nothing under that hat but a pile of ashes. That Yeah, that that one's going to stick with me for sure. That one's for sure going to stick with me. you. I just read like a bunch of stories about SWS and that is like I'm already losing my voice, you guys. I just read a bunch of stories about SWS and this is like along those lines to me and it just really does scare me. It really freaks me out. There's an urban legend in Pickkins County, Alabama of a face in the window of the courthouse.

[00:25:24]Basically, the previous courthouse was burned down and as the new one was being set up, a mob accused a black man, Henry Wells, of burning down the former one.

[00:25:32]Henry Wells went up to the new courthouse while the mob surrounded it and told them that if they killed him that he would haunt them forever. At the moment that he said that, lightning struck. After he was lynched, there was a ghostly image of a face in the window pane. The story goes that no matter how many times it's replaced, the face always returns. And y'all deserve to be haunted for the rest of your goddamn lives and your family's lives and your every generation that come that stems from these people. They deserve to be haunted. I don't care. I'm in the US Air Force and I've heard this damn story twice from two different people. They both had completely separate encounters with the same house. It goes like this.

[00:26:10]In base housing at Kadina on the island of Okinawa, there are duplex houses.

[00:26:16]Back in the 80s, a military member killed his entire family and committed suicide. The other side of the duplex continued to be used without problem, but the other side was left empty. Below are the two accounts I was given firsthand. Subject one. This was my ex-wife's brother. He was security forces stationed there. SSGT type.

[00:26:36]Apparently, kids know about this place and do all sorts of stupid dare [ __ ] and try and break in to freak each other out. Some of this guy's friends are on duty and get a call saying somebody's been screwing around and to check the place out. They're apprehensive, of course, because the place is well known for having a very evil vibe. So, these two, a girl and guy, roll up and park in front. They walk around the back to where there's a sliding door in a little porch area. Sure as [ __ ] it's been jimmyied. And they decided to look inside. They get in. It's dark as balls.

[00:27:03]The inside hasn't been maintained, and it's nasty. The electrical doesn't work either, so it's just flashlights. After they enter, the dude stops and [ __ ] his head like he's hearing something. Then he turns to the girl and tells her to go outside. She asks why. He replies, "Just go outside and wait for me." She's confused, but does as he asks. After another 5 minutes, the guy walks outside and looks at her, then turning back to look at the house. She then asks why he told her to leave. He turns to her and says, "I heard a voice telling me to kill you. It sounded like someone was standing next to me whispering, "Kill her. Kill her. Kill her. Kill her. And I didn't know what would happen if you stayed, so I told you to leave."

[00:27:41]Included in this story was this. The house has two statues by the front door.

[00:27:46]These statues are everywhere and meant to provide protection from spirits.

[00:27:49]These two are turned towards the house.

[00:27:52]They prevent what's inside from escaping. That's [ __ ] insane, you guys. Subject two, another younger security force guy relayed this story to me in Kuwait some years back after I told him about the story above. He confirmed everything I said that included his own encounter. He was called with a buddy over to the house with a report of a break-in. They arrived on scene and entered through the back as in the story above. Immediately upon entering, they encountered a young teen. He was scared shitless. They asked him what he was doing and why he was inside. He explained it was a dare, that his friend had gone to the back of the house far inside some time ago and had not returned. He hadn't heard anything either. It was just silent. So, this dude's friend stays with the kid and he rolls to try and find the kid. In the back room, he finds this kid sitting on the floor in a corner in the pitch black. He's catatonic, like not there.

[00:28:41]He tries to get a response, but he's checked out. Whatever happened in that room just wiped him. I pressed for more about the kid, and he told me they had to put him in a hospital. He won't talk and he's unresponsive. That's it. What the [ __ ] That Oh my god. And the fact that that's like real supposedly.

[00:28:59]I can't like you guys. That's so scary.

[00:29:02]Oh, that actually that one's the worst one we've read for sure. This story was considered real in Bologona, a small island of 10,000 people where it supposedly happened, but it was an urban legend in the rest of the Solomon Islands. I used to live in the Solomons and was told this story by a few locals.

[00:29:17]When they were younger, a fisherman's son had gone missing. The man had already lost his wife two years prior.

[00:29:22]She had drowned during a big storm. I can't remember what she was doing.

[00:29:27]Bologona has about 10,000 people on it.

[00:29:29]So, this disappearance affected the whole community. Every day, the fisherman would return home with a sack full of fish and carry it everywhere he went. People suspect that he had too much fish left over, seeing as he had no family to share it with. When people approach him to buy his fish, he would just hide his sack of fish and hastily walk away. Time passes and not only does the fisherman carry around his sack of fish, but also vile stench. People confront and discover he has been carrying around his dismembered son.

[00:29:57]This also explained his wife's mysterious drowning. Oh my goodness gracious. Did he kill his wife, too? Or I'm so confused, honestly. His wife's mysterious drowning. Like, did he drown her? And then he dismembered his son.

[00:30:09]Hm. Okay. I'm not sure if the story has been told before because I'm not sure how wellknown it is. I heard it from a friend who heard it from an acquaintance they met while on vacation. The acquaintance was from Japan, which is where the story happened. As far as I have checked on the internet, it's not a commonly known story. I believe this story originated from that acquaintance who knew the family personally. If this has been posted before or if you already know it, I apologize. I just heard it and I felt sick from it, so I thought I would share. A young girl, let's call her Hope for this retelling, has always been happy and carefree. She was energetic and enjoyed dancing and singing. But one day, hope changed. She took on a comeos state. She didn't talk, didn't move, just laid in her bed all day, every day. Sick with worry, her parents took her to the hospital. After running dozens of tests, the hospital workers could find nothing wrong with the young girl. She was perfectly healthy, and yet she remained in a coma-like state. Eventually, the girl's health began to deteriorate. She laid in the hospital for months, losing weight and getting progressively worse. And yet, still, nothing was clinically wrong with her. The hospital members had nothing to offer the parents except for kind words. After months of this, one nurse came to the mother and told her that Hope may not be with them much longer, and that perhaps the mother would like to take a rat for one last day in the park. Hope I'd love the park.

[00:31:26]Her mother agreed, and she took Hope in a wheelchair to the nearby park. She was pushing her under the dense, beautiful trees when something miraculous happened. Hope suddenly jumped up from her wheelchair and began to dance around. She twirled as flowers fell from trees around her. She jumped and ran.

[00:31:43]Her mother watched in silence, tears of happiness dripping down her cheeks. Her mother snapped picture after picture of her beautiful daughter who she thought had made a miraculous recovery. However, after a few minutes, Hope returned to the wheelchair and back to her comeomaos state. Her mother hastily returned her to the hospital and explained what happened. The workers didn't have an explanation for it. That night, Hope passed away in her sleep. Her mother was hysterical. She couldn't understand what had happened or why her daughter had seemed to be better for those moments. A few weeks later, she developed the picture she had taken of hope. What she saw filled her with terror. There was hope, but she was not alone, and she was not dancing. Behind her stood a demon, grinning maliciously as it held Hope up by her hair. The demon was swinging Hope's comeoma's body around. Hope had been possessed the whole time. That is really scary. And my throat really [ __ ] hurts. Somebody literally commented, "I'm looking for words to describe what my thoughts are on what I just read. Utterly disturbing. I had to step away from my desk." Yeah, I feel like I need to like take a moment after that one. That one was really bad. The woods in the upstate New York belong to Cropsy, a madman with a passion for butchering young campers. Why Cropsy kills is unclear. Some say he was a cruel handyman disfigured by campers who fought back during one of Crosby's alcohol-fueled rages. Others say Cropsy was a judge who lived with his family near a summer camp. When a group of campers set fire to the Cropsy house, it cost the judge his family, his face, and his sanity. Or maybe Cropsy kills campers because his farmland was seized by the government and turned into camps for underprivileged city kids. The woods in upstate New York belong to Cropsy and you better stay out if you want to live.

[00:33:26]And then the person who actually submitted this story said, "Now it doesn't seem too creepy, but when you add in the fact that it all stems from an abandoned mental asylum, an actual crime involving murdering children, and some [ __ ] [ __ ] crazy serial killer level [ __ ] it's easily one of the most messed up urban legends." There was a documentary made on it and the supposed killer. Oh my god, that's [ __ ] insane. Why are like half of these like real? That's not what I was expecting in here and I'm just scared. My dad told me this when I was a kid. When my grandpa was living in Mexico still, he used to go out and hunt animals and sell them to the local vendors. One day when he was gutting one, he found this weirdass looking stone. He kept it because it looked like nothing he had ever seen.

[00:34:08]After he found it, he would have a bunch of luck with hunting. But my grandma warned him to toss it somewhere because it was cursed. One day, he was sitting on top of a tree with his rifle and seemed like his luck ran out cuz he had nothing all day. So, he sat there waiting and he started hearing what sounded like chanting. He looked in the direction and saw torches and other things coming towards him. He stood up and saw [ __ ] leprechauns. Scary as [ __ ] kind. They basically look like demons, but like humanoids. My grandpa jumped out of the tree and threw the rock and ran the [ __ ] away from there.

[00:34:38]He ran all the way back home, which I think was over 15 miles. He said he had never been so scared in his life. He ran all of that as fast as he could. He never told my dad what they exactly looked like or any other details. My dad said he never liked to talk about it.

[00:34:54]And someone said they were after his lucky charm. That's not funny, but that is really [ __ ] funny. Why were there a bunch of leprechauns with torches?

[00:35:00]What are you talk Like? What are you even talking about? My dad told me this when I was a teenager. He swears it really did happen to his grandpa. One summer evening, my great-rpa was driving back to his farm in rural Manitoba, late 1940s, when he noticed a man waving for help on the side of the road. My Gigi pulled over and asked the man what the problem was. The man told him that his car had broken down and that he needed a lift. This made my Gigi suspicious for two reasons. One, the man had a very shabby look to him, a drifter, I guess, and two, there were no other cars in sight on that country road. At that moment, another man leapt out from his hiding place in the ditch at the side of the road, swinging his hands in a heavy metal chain, trying to strike the passenger window where my great-g grandandmother was sitting. My Gigi punched the gas and sped away from the scene before anything worse could happen, leaving the two attackers behind. Many miles later, when they got back to their home, shaken but unharmed, my Gigi inspected his car for any damage. He found wrapped around his rear bumper a heavy metal chain and in one of its links a man's thumb. That's how it was told to me. If it's true, gross. If not, it's a good cautionary tale. My dad told me to warn me not to pick up hitchhikers. Yeah. And I think Yeah, that and we're done. And we are done.

[00:36:13]That is all I have for now. I hope you guys enjoyed. If you guys have any urban legends that you want to share with me in the community, I will have my separate linked down below. I would love to hear more. There's actually a [ __ ] ton more stories on here, which is actually very very surprising. There are so many like how many? There's 2,000 comments on this thread. That's a lot of stories. That includes like people replying though, so maybe not quite 2,000, but still that is a lot of discussion around urban legends, you know. But okay, I'm going to go. I love you guys so much and I will see you in the next one. Bye.