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The Hook

A teenage boy drove his date to a dark and deserted Lovers' Lane for a
make-out session. After turning on the radio for mood music, he leaned
over and began kissing the girl.

A short while later, the music suddenly stopped and an announcer's voice
came on, warning in an urgent tone that a convicted murderer had just
escaped from the state insane asylum — which happened to be located not
far from Lovers' Lane — and that anyone who noticed a strange man
lurking about with a hook in place of his right hand should immediately
report his whereabouts to the police.

The girl became frightened and asked to be taken home. The boy, feeling
bold, locked all the doors instead and, assuring his date they would be
safe, attempted to kiss her again.
She became frantic and pushed him away, insisting that they leave.
Relenting, the boy peevishly jerked the car into gear and spun its wheels as
he pulled out of the parking space.
When they arrived at the girl's house she got out of the car, and, reaching
to close the door, began to scream uncontrollably. The boy ran to her side
to see what was wrong and there, dangling from the door handle, was a
bloody hook.





The Ghost Of Arkansas

Imagine, a young girl on the way to the prom gets killed in a horrible car
accident. I think every place has their own version of this urban legend and
I think every town swears theirs is really true. The same is true for
Arkansas. This ghost sighting takes us to highway 365 just south of Little
Rock. Ask anyone who lives around this area and they will swear that they
know the hitchhiker is real.

According to the story, every year around prom night a young woman in a
white dress (sometimes the dress is reported to be tattered and the woman
is covered with blood and bruised) stops a driver on Highway 365 (she's
been seen on the part that runs just south of Little Rock and past the towns
of Woodson, Redfield and even as far as Pine Bluff but most of the time
she's found on the bridge) and tells them that she's been in an accident
and needs a ride home.

Invariable, some poor sap gives her a ride home only to find that when they
get to the house she asked to be dropped at, she's no longer in the car.
She has completely disappeared. The person is always confused enough
to go knock on the door of the house that she's been taken to. The
resident opens the door and reports that his/her daughter was killed on
prom night and every prom night since then, she's had someone different
bring her home. One variation on this legend reports the girl left a coat in
the unwitting driver's car and when he knocked on the door, coat in hand,
the mother broke down into tears exclaiming, "That was my daughter's
coat".
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