
| The Babysitter "It seems there was this girl, who was asked to baby-sit for some people. They lived in a big house, with many rooms. The girl arrived, was given her instructions by the parents, who then left the girl with the three young children. She gave them their supper, got them ready for bed, read them a story, and when they were all asleep, went downstairs to watch TV. After about a hour or so, she was sitting with her bag of popcorn, watching a film, when the 'phone rang. The girl answered the 'phone, but all she could hear was heavy breathing. So she hung up. A short time later, the 'phone rang again. And again, all she could hear was heavy breathing. She hung up then called the operator. He told her that if the caller rang again, she was to keep him on the 'phone as long as possible, so they could trace the call. Sure enough, not long after, the 'phone rang again. The girl picked it up. She heard the heavy breathing. Saying nothing, the girl nevertheless didn't hang up. After a few minutes, the operator cut in. "I don't want to panic you..." he said. "But I've traced the call - and it's coming from an upstairs extension in your house. GET OUT NOW!" The girl dropped the 'phone and ran out of the house. The police soon arrived and went into the house. It didn't take them long to find out what had happened. An inmate had escaped from the local asylum, and broken into the house by an upstairs bedroom window. He then proceeded to murder each of the children in turn, and call downstairs after each one. The girl would have been next..." |
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| Maniac
1 A girl someone at college knew was travelling in her boyfriend's car late at night through the New Forest when their car suddenly started spluttering and stalled. They'd run out of petrol in the middle of nowhere. At first she thought it might be a ruse by her bloke to get a bit of rural slap and tickle, but the concern on his face soon scotched that. It was pitch black, and the only light they could see was coming from what looked like a mansion or hospital some miles away. The boyfriend told her to lock the doors and wait while he went for help. Hours passed, and still no sign of him. She was beginning to get very nervous. Still more time went by, when she was startled by a horrendous banging on the back, then the top of the car. Before she could scream, the car was surrounded by police cars with lights flashing and sirens wailing. A voice over a loud-hailer told
her: "Get out of the car slowly, walk steadily towards the police
line, and don't, repeat don't, look around." She did as she was told,
but as she neared the police line, she couldn't stop herself looking round
at the car to see what was making the awful thumping noise |
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| Hitchhiker
1 A man was driving home late one night. He slowed up for a junction, and was surprised to see a lovely young girl, dressed in an evening gown, beckoning him for a lift. He jammed on his brakes, and motioned her to climb into the back seat of his car. "What on earth are you doing out here all alone at this time of night?" he asked. "It's too long a story to tell
you now," said the girl. Her voice was sweet and somewhat shrill He drove rapidly to the address she had given him, and as he pulled up before the shuttered house, he said, "Here we are." Then he turned around. The back seat was empty! "What the devil?" the doctor muttered to himself. The girl couldn'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 in his life before. At long last the door opened. A grey-haired, very tired-looking man peered out at him. "I can't tell you what an
amazing thing has happened," began the doctor. "A young girl
gave me this address a while back. I drove her here "Yes, yes, I know," said
the man wearily. "This has happened several other Saturday evenings
in the past month. That young girl, sir, was my daughter. She was killed
in an automobile accident at that intersection where you saw her almost
two years |
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