A young girl was babysitting some children in a large old house, the children were in bed and she was watching TV when the phone rang. All the voice on the other end did was laugh, she listened for a minute then hung up. A few minutes later it happened again, by this time she was very upset and called the police who told her there was really nothing they could do, but they'd trace the call if it happened again. After she got another call from the laughing voice, she hung up and the police immediately called her and told her to get out of the house immediately, the calls were coming from the upstairs extension. (where he'd already murdered the children.)
A young woman is devastated after her fianc� calls off their wedding just days in advance. She decides to go on the honeymnoon to Jamaica by herself to drown her sorrows. On her final night of vacation, she gets really drunk with a handsome stranger, and they begin to kiss in the bar. "Spend the night with me," he says. "I know it's sudden, and I know you're not the kind of girl who would normally do something like this, but I have to get on a plane to New York in the morning, and I don't know if I'm ever going to see you again."
She's not herself. The shock from the broken engagement, the pain she's feeling inside, the liquor swirling inside her�in the moment she mkes a decision she never would have dreamed of making just a few weeks earlier. She brings him back to the hotel room (where she was supposed to be spending her honeymoon) for a night of wild, carefree, unconventional sex. Never before has she felt so free, so unbridled. She does things with this stranger she never even thought about doing with her ex-fiance.
In the morning, the woman wakes up alone. She's got a pounding headache from all the drinks and feels a bit guilty about what she did, but she can't help but smile when she replays the great sex of the night before. She rolls over and reaches across the bed, but the stranger is long gone. No matter. It was just a one-night thing, and well worth it. She feels as if she can go back home and get on with her life.
Just then, the phone rings. It's her former fianc�, calling from the airport back home. He's so glad he tracked her down before she got on a plane, because he wantes to join her and make thngs right. Spending time away from her has convinced him that he made the biggest mistake of his life, and now all he wants to do is make it up to her. If only she'll let him come down, he's sure they can patch things up. They can even get married right there in the tropical paradise.
They talk on the phone for an hour and a half. Finally the young woman allows herself to admit she still loves him. She tells him to get on the next plane for Jamaica. After she hangs up, she feels a sharp pang of remorse about the previous night's activities. Even though the relationship with her fianc� was technically at an impasse, she feels as though she's betrayed him. But who's ever going to know what happened?
She walks into her bathroom and starts the shower. As she's slipping off her robe she glances at the mirror and her blood-curdling cry of horror can be hear throughout the hotel. Seems her one-night lover had left behind a message, scrawled with her own lipstick on the mirror: WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF AIDS.
A married business traveler fancied himself quite the stud muffin, and every time he went on a trip, he'd seek after attending a convention in New Orleans, he hit Bourbon Street after a long day of meeting and seminars. Hopping from bar to bar, slugging down potent drinks such as Hurricanes and Hand Grenades, the guy got hammered until he found some companionship.
His persistence paid off. Deep into night he hooked up with a gorgeous, exotic woman who downed some tequila with him, rubbed her hands all over him, licked his ear and finally suggested they retreat to his hotel room. The guy figured he was scoring for sure, and he eagerly took for his hotel, where they proceeded to make out in the elevator like a couple of teenagers on prom night. They stumbled down the hallway and made their way to the guy's room. Once inside, she offered to make him one last drink before they ripped their clothes off.
That's the last thing he remembered. The next morning, he woke up in the bathtub, submerged in ice, freezing to death. A telephone had been placed on a small table next to the tub, and there was a note taped to the wall telling him to call 911 when he awoke. Still dazed, his head pounding and his body aching, the guy managed to pick p the phone. He started to explain what happened, but apparently the operator had heard this story before, because she cut him off and instructed him to slowly, carefully reach behind him to feel if there was a tube protruding from his lower back. To his horror, the man discovered just such a tube. But what did it mean?
"Stay still, " the 911 operator told him in a calm, forceful voice. "Paramedics are already on their way. One of your kidneys has been stolen."
A woman who lived in a posh suburb of Chicago was driving into the city when she saw a car approaching in the outbound lane with its lights off. Concerned about the driver's safety, the woman politely flashed her brights at the oncoming car to let him know his lights weren't on. The driver blinked his lights in gratitude as it passed by, and the woman felt good about doing a small favor for a fellow motorist. She pretty much forgot about the episode until about ten minutes later, when, on a rather quiet side street, she noticed a car riding her bumper-a car that looked an awful lot like the vehicle she had signaled earlier!
Strangely, the car's lights were once again off. This wasn't right. In the woman's rearview mirror, she could make out the silhouettes of the driver and numerous passengers, all of whom were young men wearing hats and baseball jackets. Their car stereo was booming so loud she could practically feel it, even though her windows were rolled up. They seemed to be passing around a bottle.
The woman could feel her heart pounding. What had she done wrong? What did they want wither her? A moment later, she found out. The car pulled along side her, and the driver motioned for the woman to roll down her window. Smiling bravely, she cooperated, hoping that the young men wished her no harm; maybe they wanted to tell her she had a busted taillight or a tire that was going flat. But those hopes vanished in a horrific instant, as the rear driver's side window rolled down and one of them pointed a shotgun at the woman, squeezing the trigger before she even had a chance to scream. As the dead woman's car careened into a nearby light pole, and accepted congratulations from the other punks in the car.
"Your initiation is over," said the driver. "You're now in the gang." The poor woman, a churchgoing mother of three, had become the latest innocent victim of a gang initiation rite that has been enacted in major urban areas across the country. So whatever you do when you're driving, if you see someone whose lights are off-ignore it. Flashing your brights in an effort to play good Samaritan could get you killed.
