A woman is driving through a dangerous neighborhood when her cell phone battery conks out right in the middle of an important business call. Her instincts tell her to keep driving until she reaches her office, but she doesn't want her client to think she hung up on him, so she reluctantly pulls into a parking lot containing a phone booth. Once inside, she places her call without incident until she reflexively puts her index finger in the coin slot to see if there's any spare change, and feels a sharp jabbing pain. She withdraws her finger and sees that she is bleeding-and when she peers into the coin slot she discovers to her horror that someone has left a used hypodermic needle in there!
The poor woman rushes to her doctor, who performs a series of blood tests. A while later, she receives the tragic news: She's HIV-positive.
For years dating back to the 1930's, there was a tradition on campus during Finals Week. There's a lot of pressure on everyone a crunch time, so about halfway through the grind of exams, there would be a designated time when everyone on campus was supposed to stop whatever they were doing and scream as loud as possible for five straight minutes.
I've heard it started with just a couple of guys yelling their lungs out, and by the 1960's it had developed into this tradition that was even recognized by the administration as a healthy and harmless way to blow off steam. It was up to the senior class president to designate the date and time of the 'scream session,' and then it was posted all over campus, even listed in the school newspaper. Sometimes the scream session would take place in the middle of the day, sometimes it was held at midnight. There was no set time for it.
So one year, in the 1970's the scream session was to be held at 10 pm on a Thursday. The announcement was made early in the week so there was plenty of time to spread the word on campus.
Apparently there was this guy who lived off-campus, a strange guy who had been kicked out of school a few years earlier. He went on a couple of dates with a beautiful freshman girl, but she quickly realized the guy was a major creep and told him not to call her any more. But he was obsessed with her and kept calling her and showing up at her dormitory and sending her weird letters. It got to the point where she contacted the police, but they told her there was really nothing they could do beyond telling the guy to back off. The creep promised the police he wouldn't bother her any more and actually kept to his promise-until the week of finals, that is.
It was Thursday night about 10 o'clock, and the girl was leaving the library by herself when she was grabbed by the guy and dragged into a stairwell. She started to cry for help, but just then the clock struck 10, and thousands of students all over campus began the five-minute scream session. For five long agonizing minutes, the poor girl's cries were completely lost, as the deranged creep molested her and then stabbed her repeatedly with a butcher knife. By 10:05, when the screaming faded, she was dead, and her killer had already fled the scene. To this day he's never been found.
After the body was found, police couldn't figure out why no one on campus had heard the poor girl's cries for help. But then someone put two and two together and said, "I think we can establish the exact time of this girl's death. It was at 10 pm when the screaming started over campus."
That's the end of the scream session at schools-although there are some students who claim you can hear the young woman's screams every Thursday during finals week, at just about 10 pm.
A young lady driving alone down the highway one night say a large gray-haired woman slowly walking along the side of the road. She pulled over and offered the old woman a ride. As they rode along, the women made small-talk. As the old lady offered her a stick of gum, she noticed the old woman's hands were very wide and the knuckles were badly scarred, she also saw how incredibly hairy the woman's arm was. Realizing her mistake, she swerved and said she thought she'd hit something, then she stopped and asked the old lady if she'd take a look. When the old lady was behind the car, the girl sped off. The young girl immediately felt guilty realizing that she had probably just been an old woman, and in her nervousness she had behaved very badly. She felt even worse when she notice the old woman's purse sitting in the floor of the passenger side. Realizing she couldn't just go on with it, she lifted it from the floor and saw that inside it was filled with wallets, watches and jewelry and a large bloody hunting knife.
A teenage baby-sitter put the kids she was watching to sleep in their beds and went back downstairs. The late night news was on the TV -- the reporter said a psychopath from a local mental institution was on the loose and that police thought he might be in the area. He cautioned residents to lock their doors and windows because this guy was very, very dangerous. Well, the teenager checked the locks on the windows and the doors, but she forgot the door on the cellar bulkhead. Needless to say, the psychopath broke in about an hour later, coming up from the cellar, armed with an ax. The children heard some noises downstairs, but thought it was the baby-sitter moving some furniture around. Then it got real quiet. All they heard for the remainder of the night was this noise: "Thump! Thump! Dra-aag... Thump! Thump! Dra-aag..." Evidently, they were too afraid to get up to see what it was. In the morning, their parents came home and were horrified to find the babysitter at the top of the stairs, dead with both arms hacked off at the elbows. She'd been climbing the stairs on the bloody stumps of her arms, pulling her badly injured body along. Was she trying to check on the children? Was she trying to get help? Or in the madness of her tortured soul, was she planning to kill the children herself? No one knows for sure.
A young coed was lying in her room alone one night, her roomate had warned her she'd be out late. Later that night she heard a gurgling, groan coming toward the room. Frightened, she jumped in the closet and locked the door. The sound came closer until it was obvious it was right outside the door, then whatever it was began to scratch on the door. It didn't stop for what seemed like a long time, the trembling girl was afraid to move, and eventually fell asleep curled up in the closet. The next morning she opened the door to find her roommate lying dead, her throat cut and her fingers and nails bloody from scratching the door for help.
A woman came home from shopping to find her Doberman choking on something, she quickly put him in the car and drove him to the vet. The vet told her to go on home while he operated to remove whatever was lodged in the dog's windpipe, and he'd call her when she could pick up her pet. She wasn't home for long when the vet called and told her in an excited voice to get out of the house right now, he'd be by to explain in a few minutes. from her neighbor's window she saw the vet arrive with the police and ran out to see if her dog was alright and what was going on. As the police ran into her house the vet told her what her loving pet had choked on, two human fingers. The police found the escaped Lunatic hiding in the closet nursing his mangled hand.
As a woman was getting into her car she noticed a man with a strange look on his face walking quickly toward her. She jumped into the car and drove away, but before long she saw the man was following her in another car. She panicked and drove home as quickly as she could, swerved into the driveway and screamed for her husband. Her husband ran out just as the following man pulled up, jumped from his car and yelled "Lady, there's someone hiding in your back seat!"
