There's a method to my madness. At times I even see it.
Posted 02 May 2012 - 02:38 PM
I red this one cave explorer's journal. Two guys went to the same cave a couple of times, every time things got more ominous and after the second or third visit or so, another of them gave up and they both started seeing eerie things like a blurry man or shadow of a man in their house when no one else was supposed to be there. The first guy returned back to the cave once more and hadn't been heard ever since. I don't know what to make of the story. Since I'm pretty sure the writer was english or american, I looked at cave-related myths that might be associated with the case and found Hodag, cave beast. Who knows what lurks down there...
"Dreams are not just for dreaming, but for living them out." Onizuka Eikichi, 22, my favourite anime. Madness is just a word that's an obscure label. A label for a wide arc of different states of mind. My madness as you might call it, has a method to it. It may seem like madness from your eyes, but from here, the more you get known to yourself, the better it feels.
The clown statue urban legend scares me not because of the clowns, but the fact that this man is hiding in your house and just watching your every movement. As a kid, the Bloody Mary urban legend scared the living crap out of me because I saw a show about it and when I saw that face in the mirror I just freaked me out and I had my mirror in my room covered with a blanket every night for a month.
I am not running away from you, I am running away from that beast behind you.
“I don't care what you say about me, just spell my name right.”
― P.T. Barnam
Posted 04 May 2012 - 04:04 PM
I'm not sure what the distinction between urban legends and other types of folklore is, or even if there is one, but stories I've heard include Kentucky Fried Rat, eaten in the dark at a cinema so you don't find out what it is till afterwards when the lights come on, and the cat that eats a Chihuahua when the two are placed together in a kitchen for the night.
A couple go out for dinner after leaving their young baby with a new baby sitter. While at the resteraunt the father's phone rings and it's the baby sitter.
'She keeps waking up crying,' says the baby sitter. 'I go up and get her and bring her down and she falls asleep in my arms, but every time I put her back in her cot she starts crying after a couple of minutes and I have to go get her again.'
'I'm really sorry,' says the dad. 'She'll settle down soon, maybe she just wants a bottle.'
The couple go back to their meal. Half an hour later the phone rings again, and again it's the baby sitter.
'I'm sorry, Mr Smith but she just won't settle down,' says the baby sitter.
'What exactly is happening?'
'When I bring her down she's fine, but when I leave her she starts crying hysterically. She keeps staring at the big clown in the corner, I think it frightens her.'
The dad's face turns ashen. 'We haven't got any clowns...'
"Blind faith is an ironic gift to return to the Creator of human intelligence."
Posted 08 May 2012 - 09:29 AM
There's one urban legend in my country though.... Pontianak. Go and look up on them, honestly I don't really believe in them but there are sometimes cases of dead bodies found with their.... reproductive organs ripped out.
"A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees"