11-15 Creepiest Urban Legend
11. This story relates to the Wendigo. A bunch of friends and I were out one night to do some urban exploring, hiking through woods, etc. (what else is there to do when you live in bum-fu*k nowhere).
We were walking up a hill towards a connecting public park that was just kind of an open field with walking paths surrounded by dense woods. Standing on the edge of a tree line we looked out into the open field and saw what we all thought was a deer. Not that strange , deers are everywhere. We walk out into the field some more while watching the deer. As we get further out into the field this “deer” stands up on two legs and covers about 100 yards in what seemed like only a few strides. This freaked us out and we left as fast as we could. I’ve been in the woods nearly all my life and I’ve never seen anything that scary.
12. We have one in Venezuela called “El Silbón” (The Whistler) typical of the wetland plains and prairies regions we call “Llanos”.
Description is usually of a very emaciated man dressed in cowboy’s (llanero) rags with a wide brim hat that hides his skeletal face. He roams the countryside and patches of bush at night, with drooping shoulders, downcast stare and a heavy bag full of bones and half decomposed remains slung over his back.
There are two distinctive features, however, that make him particular: he continuously whistles, a high chord progression C-D-E-F-G-A-B-C that goes higher in tune with every note – and is unnaturally tall and strong, with some accounts describing him as towering over 6 meters in height.
His origin is not clear, with some tales stating him as an accursed parricide. But whatever he is, is feared by lone travelers. Specially drunk or unfaithful men that travel through the country. Story has it that his ominous whistle is suddenly heard very loud and close, yet the source cannot be pinpointed – and contrary to logic, when the sound gets lower and appears more distant it is an indication of his immediate proximity.
He will then kill by strangling or by concussion and devour the victims and throw the bones in the bag. He can be seen occasionally wading over the high walls of haciendas/fincas and honest prayer should keep him away.
13. In the Northeast U.S., there’s a story about Woodspeople or Man-o-woods. When you’re driving along a road in the woods and catch a glimpse of what looks like a person in the corner of your eye, but when you look directly at it it’s gone, they say you might have encountered a man-o-woods.
They are masters of camouflage and can sense when someone looks at them. They come to a halt so you can’t sense any movement. It’s speculated that they wear bark, mud, moss, and grasses to blend in. They’re supposedly human, but extremely simple-minded; barely verbal. They’re very small in stature and avoid contact with civilization mostly. Nobody knows where they live or congregate, but they usually move on if there’s too much activity around.
They’re also peaceful. Around some farmlands, they will do very simple chores at night or off in the distance. They may sweep a barn floor or stack some wood, but anything more complex is beyond them. They do it in exchange for not bothering them as they sleep in the barn for a night or for some bread and vegetables left out for them to find. They’ve never been known to steal or kill animals or livestock.
14. Buckle up folks…here is an urban legend that I ever came across. One of my friends back in college lived about 20-25 minutes outside of town in between my college town and a neighboring small town with several of his friends. One Sunday evening at about 10pm, they heard an unexpected knock at the door. One of the guys checked the peephole and saw a woman, and immediately something felt off so he went to his room to obtain his gun and then opened the door. The woman was filthy and disheveled and immediately pleaded to come inside. Hesitantly, they let her in and asked why was she 10 miles from the next town and knocking on their door at night. This woman, albeit frantically, explained that people were looking for her because she had ran away from a cult in the next town that had been systematically abusing kids for decades. One guy calls her sh*t and she proceeds to pull out a stack of creepy polaroids of individual children that look almost like booking/intake/mugshots in front of a bookcase.
She told them that the cops were involved and covering it up and that they couldn’t under any circumstances call them. This woman asks for a ride into town to get on a bus so she can travel to this “attorney” she has been in contact with; doesn’t need money, doesn’t need anything but a ride to the bus station and sealed lips.
For whatever reason, my friends agree to take her into town and drop her off at the Greyhound station. One gave her his number and said to update him when she got herself together. They drive all the way back to their house and immediately succumb to the paranoia and agree that it would be best to call the police.
A couple sheriffs and a couple cops from the next town over show up and question them about the woman’s appearance, where they took her, what she said, etc. Well, they lie and say that they simply took her into town and dropped her off in a grocery store parking lot and make no mention of the children, the cult, etc.
The cops take their report and all leave, except the two policemen from the small town COME BACK and proceed to grill out these guys about exactly what the woman said, where they took her, why they gave her a ride. They were really aggressive but when nobody had any information to provide them, they gave up and left with instructions to call them, and only them, if they have a similar occurrence.
Never heard back from the woman, never got another visit from the cops, never saw anything in the news. This happened in Wimberley, TX.
15. The Italian’s Villa. In my city, Gothenburg, Sweden, there is a really palace-like villa. The man who built it was an Italian immigrant and it is said he was in the Camorra mafia before coming to Sweden. To afford the villa he had to rob a local Muslim gang back in Italy. The robbery went wrong and he had to kill a witness with a bullet in the head. The witness, though, happened to be the local imam of the city mosque. Before being killed he supposedly told the Italian that his life would end, in’shallah, right after it was fulfilled. The Italian was extremely religious, but refused to believe Muslims had any connection with higher powers, so he didn’t think much about the curse that was put upon him.
He then fled to Sweden and started building this incredibly expensive-looking Italian villa in the most luxurious part of town. It took him 14 years to finish the house. The day he finished it he got a memo from his doctor who told him he had cancer. He lived four months in that villa before dying. The villa got up for sale a while back and was sold as the “italian’s villa”.
16-20 Creepiest Urban Legend
16. A long time ago in the Pine Barrens, a desolate empty place in the middle of a marsh, a pregnant mother was in the middle of giving birth to her 13th child. This was the worst birth of all her children, the unborn baby fought and tried to stay put, but the midwives were much stronger and had successfully birthed more troublesome babies in the past. The mother (Mama Leeds as she was known) couldn’t handle the pain, she screamed and cried as the weather outside went from a cool October night into a violent storm (thunder, lightning, rain and wind) it was almost as if the mother and the storm were one.
At the peek of the painful birth he mother cried out “This child is cursed!!! He has been laid by the Devil’s seed. I CURSE THIS CHILD!!! LET IT BE A DEVIL!!!” As she cursed the child Mother Leeds passed out. Eventually the midwives brought her round and placed the child in her arms, he was a beautiful child, clean pink skin and chubby arms and face. But the child began crying, and as he cried his skin turned black and serpent like. Horns sprouted from his head and his body elongated. The chubby little fingers and toes melded into hooves and a tail began thrashing about.
Terror and chaos ensued, the demon child was now twice the size of a grown man and monstrous. The midwives were the first ones to be eaten, before the devil went after his siblings and disappeared into the storm.
Thus begins the tale of The Jersey Devil.
17. There was a cemetery about a mile from where I grew up (in the middle of nowhere) that dates back to around 1850. Everyone who died in the area was buried there for awhile, but it’s been owned by one family for about 60 years, so they’re the only ones who use it now.
One of the graves has a big crow carved out of wood, I think, and painted black. It’s ominous as hell and always creeped me out as a kid. It was always there, brooding over the grave.
We drove by one Sunday on the way to church, and the crow turned and looked at me! I almost sh*t my pants. It flapped its wings and flew away. I swear to god, that thing was perched there in the same position without moving for years, until one day it flew away. I never saw it again. I still have no idea what the deal was. Was it a real bird that always happened to land in the same spot and perch there perfectly still while I was watching, day after day, year after year? Or was it a carved bird that I hallucinated flying away? Or was it something else?
Either way, I’m not setting foot in that g*ddamn cemetery ever. And I’m still irrationally afraid of crows.
18. Two stories about late night buses from China.
First one: One night around midnight, some drunk gets on a bus and falls asleep on his seat. There’re about a dozen people inside the bus. Nothing out of the ordinary. Then the drunk wakes up to an old guy getting on the bus. The old guy looks around the bus, and chooses to sit next to the drunk. The drunk is a bit annoyed, but doesn’t think too much of it. He then drifts off again. Suddenly, he wakes up again to the old guy grabbing his collar and shaking him violently. The old guy yells at him, “Little fu*ker pretended to be asleep and tried to steal my wallet!” Of course he does no such thing. So he defends himself, “No I didn’t! I was drunk and sleeping, you crazy old man!” They causes too much of a ruckus, so in the end, the driver has to throw them both off the bus. As soon as they get off, the guy immediately lashes out. Yet the old man holds up his hand and stops him. “I just saved both of our lives, young man,” he says. “You were too drunk to notice. None of the other passengers had feet!”
Second one: One night, a young female driver is driving a bus full of passengers along a dark and quiet road in between cities. All of a sudden, three guys appear by the road asking for a ride. Since they are all willing to pay the fee, the driver has no choice but to let them in. However, as soon as she gets the money and is ready to take off again, one of the guys holds a knife against her side. And the other two starts to walk down the aisle, also with their knives out. Turns out they are robbers. After taking the passengers’ valuables, the robbers notice the driver is a young and attractive woman. So they rape her, in front of everybody. There is this one guy who tries to stop the rape from happening, but eventually gets beaten by the bad guys. After the rape, the bad guys demand the driver to keep driving. But the driver looks that the good Samaritan and screams, “I want him out of my bus!” The guy is dumbfounded. “You didn’t stop them, you useless piece of sh*t! Get off my bus!” So the poor guy is thrown off the bus by those robbers. He has to walk all night to get to a small town for help. While in the police station, the news is on the TV, saying that a bus full of passengers goes off a cliff, and no one on the bus, including the female driver, survives the crash.
19. In Okinawa the was a house near the USO on Kadena Air Force Base that was abandoned. A man killed himself and his family in it. It was said to be haunted. It was even part of the ghost tours they gave on base. There were reports that the outside lights would turn on by themselves and creepy things happening. One story was that a woman could be seen washing her hair in the sink in the kitchen through a window. The creepiest thing by far, was that this house shared a chain link fence with the daycare building. My friends mom worked at the day care. Children, 4-5-year-old, would constantly throw toys over the fence. When asked why, they said they wanted to play with the children on the other side. All of the kids saw these other children, but the adults could not. It thoroughly freaked out anyone who worked there.
20. Not counting CreepyPasta, it was a story that was told to campers at one camp site up in near some forest mountains when I was in the Boy Scouts. WARNING: LOTS OF VIOLENCE AHEAD IN THIS STORY.
A long time ago, before this particular camp site establishment was founded, there was a widow who lived in the area, alone with with her child. She had lost her husband from some sort of accident, had no job or family to support her. Eventually lost her house to foreclosure, forcing her to live alone up in the mountains as a hermit with her 6 month old baby. She lived off the land, scraping and salvaging what she could, and despite her conditions, was able to take care of her child. Though one unfortunate night, there was a severely disturbed man who had escaped the local asylum, and fled up into the mountains where the widow lived. The man stumbled upon her campsite in the middle of the night, and in his moment of insanity, raped her and then slashed her throat with a knife. As she laid bleeding on the ground, dying, he approached the crib where her baby was sleeping, and stood over the it. After a brief pause, he began hacking the baby’s head off, the widow still alive witnessing the act. When the deed was done, he took the baby’s head in one hand, and walked off into the night. Using the last ounces of her strength, she crawled toward her child’s lifeless corpse, and cradled it’s body till she finally passed. When their bodies were finally discovered, the police launched a three day investigation and search for the man who was still at large in the mountains. On the third day, he was finally apprehended, blood and viscera still caked to his arms and chest (all the evidence that he committed the crime), but they couldn’t find the baby’s head. Did he throw down a ravine? Did he bury it in the forest? Did he…eat it? No one knows.
Although decades have passed since the incident, it was said that on calm nights, like this one, the widow’s spirit would rise up and roam the mountains and the forests, her cries of pain and anguish echoing through the valleys. It is said that she searches for her child’s missing head, though because she has been roaming for so long, she had forgotten what it looked like. And in her grief, if she sees you, she’ll charge at you screaming and try to take your head off. And only when she tries to put it back on her baby’s body will she realize that it’s not the right head. So she’ll throw your head away, and keep searching another head till the break of dawn.
If the story was too graphic or violent, I apologize; I’m kinda new at this. Funny thing about this story was that at the time, my friends and I were about 11-12 years old, and the story didn’t scare us that much (it took a lot to faze us). But, one of our older staff members who was like a senior about to graduate high school was scared sh*tless from this story. So much so that he wasn’t able to sleep the last few days of the trip.