I'm typing this from memory, so I'll probably get a few details wrong. Apologies for my crappy writing. Anyway:
An attractive young woman is running late getting home from work, rushing to get to her car before the evening traffic picks up. As she nears the vehicle, a man in a wheel chair approaches her, holding a letter in his hand.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" he asks, looking sheepish. "I'm sorry to bother you, but this is urgent. I need to deliver this letter to the address marked on the envelop as soon as possible and, well, that's a little difficult for me to do. Is there any way you can help me out?"
The woman, torn between her sympathies for the man and wanting to get home, ponders for a moment. Finally compassion wins the battle, and she agrees to do it. The man thanks her and wheels away.
The woman hops into her car, deciding to take a shortcut through a nearby alley. As she drives up to the entrance, she spots the "crippled" man, carrying his chair and walking into one of the yards lining the back road. Becoming suspicious, she decides to turn the letter into the police.
They head over to address to investigate, where they discover a small house filled to the brim with dozens of different body parts -- limbs, organs, torsos, etc. -- in varying stages of decomposition.
The reason they were so eager to investigate this letter? Upon opening it, they discovered a rather foreboding message:
"This is the last one I'm sending you today."
QUOTE(Ares God of War @ Jan 28 2006, 03:33 AM) [snapback]1039156[/snapback]
The story they told me at school, was the one about "Bloody Mary", but i know that
the "Bloody Mary" and "Candy Man" story"s are simulair in most ways.
My friend and I used to do Bloody Mary in front of her mirror just to piss her mom off, when we were kids. I've never seen a grown woman get so frightened over something so silly...