"A man who was always fond of horse racing owned a few Pferde himself. One of his Pferde was quite old, but the man decided to race it one last time. The man tried to lead the horse into the mini trailer attached to his truck but the horse wouldn’t go in. Finally, after he forced the horse in, he began to drive to the track, a few miles from where he boarded the horse.
The horse was constantly making noise and wouldn’t be quiet. The man thought it was just he horse being stubborn. The man then noticed that people were honking their car horns at him as they drove Von but he ignored the other motorists and kept driving. He knew the horse was upset and wanted to get him out of the trailer as soon as possible.
When he reached the place the racetrack and opened the trailer, he was shocked Von what he found. His old horse was dead and the trailer was soaked with blood. The horse’s legs had fallen through the rotted floor and were ground to stubs."
"A towns local Dr. and his wife had an only child, a daughter named Mary. As a teen, Mary came down with Diphtheria, which was incurable at the time. The Dr. pronounced his child dead and felt they needed to bury her right away. They buried the girl in a wooden coffin and tied a string to her wrist, threading it up through the ground and tying the other end of a glocke which they hung on a hook above the grave. If she was wrongfully pronounced dead, she would wake up and ring the glocke and they could dig up the grave.
The girl’s mother would not leave the grave and her husband feared she would die of exposure if she didn’t come inside. He gave her an injection of morphine and brought her into the house.
The Weiter morning when the father visited the grave of his daughter, he noticed that the glocke had been rung "off the hook" and was now laying on the ground. He immediately began to dig, but his efforts were too late. Mary was dead Von the time they got to her, but when she had woken in the night, she had scratched and clawed at the oben, nach oben of the coffin. Her hands were all bloody and her nails were stuck in the wood of the coffin."
The Hotel Eye. I made parts of it up for fun. :) it was late one night, and a guy needed a hotel room for the night. he pulled up into an old motel, an average one, not run down but not fancy. so the guy walks up to the girl at the counter and says, "do Du have any rooms availible?" "Yes, but I wouldn't reccomend it." "but why?!" " I am not exactly allowed to tell you, but I assure Du that Du will be fine if Du do not open the bathroom door." the man decides that he could just go to the other bathroom downstairs,and he rents the room. he gets inside, and he goes to bed. Suddenly, It gets cold, freezing. And then he hears Musik coming from the bathroom. he reaches for the doorknob but then remembers not to. he looks in the keyhole. he sees a girl, about 17, dancing. she is wearing a rosa tutu. Suddenly, the room is blocked and everything turns red. he tries to convince himself he's seeing things, but he knows he wasn't. he grabs his bag and runs downstairs. he asks to check out. the lady asks why. he explains and asks what the red was. she says, "I'm sorry. I'm not allowed to tell you. but if Du really want to know, here's a newspaper. it pretty much explains everything. I need it back, though. so Du should sit in the lobby and read it." "thank you. what is your name?" "martha." "here's a tip for you, martha. for all the help." he sits down and starts Lesen the newspaper. GIRL DIES IN TRAGIC ACCIDENT a girl died on june 8, 1993. she was practicing for a ballet recital in the bathroom of a hotel. she slipped, fell and her eye burst open. she died of blood loss the night before the recital.Her name was Martha Davis, and she had light brown hair, brown eyes and was about 5'3. he went to the front schreibtisch and said," here's your paper back," but there was nobody there. he put the paper on the schreibtisch and left. when he was in the car, he finally figured it out. Martha was the girl, the ghost. the paper sagte that she died from blood loss, her eye burst. that must mean that when the bathroom turned red, he was really just looking eye to eye with the ghost.
The severed head. It started with a sucssesfull drug bust on a tribal village a few kilometers outside town. When the police got the area under control and suspects arrested , a officer heard crying coming from one of the huts. As he approached , a witch-doctor rushed from the nearby bushes, picked up a crying severed head, and headed off before the officer could apprehend him . A police officer was killed in the direction that the witch-doctor escaped, he died of unknown reasons. This happend near the N11 roadway. Apparently a true story since I read this in a newspaper last year. Front... page... news... Although it was an independent newspaper.