True Stories
There was a 10-year old boy named Johnny. He used to go to his grandmother's house every day after school. His grandmother gave him a sack of marbles. Johnny played with them everyday. One day his grandmother told him a story. She said, "One hundred years ago a woman was believed to be a witch. The townspeople beheaded her. Some people say that she walks around looking for her head. Other people say that one night, when she was looking for her head, she swayed back and forth in one spot, and fell off a cliff. If you look at the up at the cliff long enough, you will see her swaying and fall off the cliff."
When Johnny was older, he decided to see if that story was true. He went to the cliff and stared. There was the headless woman. She started swaying. Five minutes later, she fell. Johnny ran as fast as he could. The ghost was running after him. It was going the same speed as Johnny. He could hear its bones clacking together.
He got to his house and shouted, "Mom, let me in! Let me in!" When she did he collapsed, got up, and locked the door. "What's wrong?" his mother asked. "The Headless Woman is after me! I could hear her bones clacking after me!" The mother looked stunned. "Well, are you sure? Because it may have been those marbles in your back pocket."
Once a long time ago in a little ole hollow three brothers wanted to go camping on one certain hill. But before they could, they had to get permission from the owner. So they went to see him. They knocked on his door and he answered. "Can I help you boys?" "Yes, sir," began the oldest brother. "We'd like to spend the night on your hill."
"You can but beware," said the owner. "But beware of what?" asked the youngest brother. "Ole' Raw-Head-Bloody-Bones. He'll chop your head clean off your neck."
The boys ignored the old man's warning and went on the hill. They pitched their tents and made a camp fire. They cooked em' some pork and some green beans. Then around ten o'clock. Around midnight the youngest brother heard a noise coming from his brother's tent and decided to investigate. He got out from under his blankets and walked quietly over to the tent. He peeped in and saw nothing, no brother, no blankets, no nothing. So, he went to walk to his other brother's tent, but he never made it.
The next morning the middle brother woke up and expected to see his older brother already awake. When he got out of the tent, he saw no tents other than his own. He thought they left without him as a joke. All he saw was the remains of a camp fire and a trail of reddened leaves. He took his tent down and went down the hill. On his way he stopped at the old man's house. The man was in his yard tending to some squash.
"You haven't seen my brothers come down the hill have you?" he asked. "No. Why do you ask?" asked the man. "Because they were gone when I woke this morning. Even their tents were gone," answered the boy. "You didn't see a trail of blood did you?" asked the man. "No sir, just a trail of reddened leaves. They led into the forest." "My God boy," shouted the old man "How stupid are you? That tale about about Raw-Head-Bloody-Bones isn't made up! It's real!"
As I returned from work that Thursday night, I turned on my computer and entered AOL and some of my favorite sites, and I started hearing everything around me, and it wasn't a very comforting feeling. I decided I needed some music. I had been taping some songs from the radio that week, so I rewound them and pressed play to hear them again. I sat at the computer, and expected to hear the first song I had recorded. But instead it was silence. I thought I had turned the volume down unnoticed or something, so I got up to turn it back. I turned it up, but still nothing happened. I then put it on full blast.
Silence. I tried fast forward, then hit play, and my song came on. I turned the volume down a little, and resumed my business on the computer. After that song was over, there was silence. At first I didn't notice. But after a while, I started hearing a strange voice. Of a young man, it sounded like. Perhaps a teenage boy, around thirteen. His voice was soft, and even at the radio full blast, he was quiet. I listened carefully, and he said something like this:
Please... please help... can you hear me? It hurts so bad... please, I need your help. I need someone to help me... I'm bleeding... I feel so alone! Can you hear me?
Then his voice drifted off. The next song then came on. I felt I should have done something, but what was I to do? Jump into the radio? I would have. I hope he was okay.
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