Happy Halloween!
My Senior year of college, I heard a really creepy (and true!) story from a classmate. That Halloween, I called into my favorite radio station - they were looking for creepy stories! - and got on the air! Honestly, I didn't stop telling people about it for weeks. It was quite the thrill for me! I hope you enjoy!
J grew up on the fifth floor of an apartment building in the Bronx. There were about ten apartments in his building, and he knew everyone who lived there (at least as an acquaintance). Almost all of the families that lived there had kids around J's age (high school or a big younger), except for Mrs. A, who lived alone. One afternoon, J was playing basketball with his friends right outside of the apartment building when they heard a door slam. When they looked up, they noticed a cab parked on the street outside of their building and the cab driver was walking toward them. "Hey," he said to them, "did you see that girl walk by?" He described her as a skinny girl who was about 16 years old. J and his friends hadn't seen anyone, so they told the cab driver that they hadn't noticed anyone. The cabbie went on to explain that he had picked up a girl from the nearby hospital and brought her here, but that she didn't have cash and told him to wait while she ran inside to get money for him. He had seen her walk into the building but it had been a little while and she hadn't come out. Unfortunately, J knew that many kids around the Bronx would hail a cab and then "go inside to get money" but never pay the driver. He would have thought the same thing in this situation, except that he didn't know any teenage girls who lived there. "Sorry," he told the cabbie, "I didn't see anyone, and I don't know of any teenage girls who live here." The cab driver was relentless, so J let him into the building to look around for the girl. He started knocking on the doors closest to the entrance, and Mrs. A opened the door to her apartment. "Can I help you?" she asked. "Have you seen a girl come in here? I dropped her off and she hasn't come out of the building." He went on to describe exactly what she looked like when Mrs. A began acting very nervous and uncomfortable. She told him to wait a minute and she pulled a picture frame from her bookshelf. "Is this the girl that you brought here?" She held out a photograph and the cab drive immediately said yes, this was the girl. Mrs. A began crying and said, "This is my daughter. She died 3 years ago."
My friend, J, is a tough guy. He witnessed this entire situation and was shaking when he told the story. I don't doubt that it really happened.
Happy Halloween, everyone!
J grew up on the fifth floor of an apartment building in the Bronx. There were about ten apartments in his building, and he knew everyone who lived there (at least as an acquaintance). Almost all of the families that lived there had kids around J's age (high school or a big younger), except for Mrs. A, who lived alone. One afternoon, J was playing basketball with his friends right outside of the apartment building when they heard a door slam. When they looked up, they noticed a cab parked on the street outside of their building and the cab driver was walking toward them. "Hey," he said to them, "did you see that girl walk by?" He described her as a skinny girl who was about 16 years old. J and his friends hadn't seen anyone, so they told the cab driver that they hadn't noticed anyone. The cabbie went on to explain that he had picked up a girl from the nearby hospital and brought her here, but that she didn't have cash and told him to wait while she ran inside to get money for him. He had seen her walk into the building but it had been a little while and she hadn't come out. Unfortunately, J knew that many kids around the Bronx would hail a cab and then "go inside to get money" but never pay the driver. He would have thought the same thing in this situation, except that he didn't know any teenage girls who lived there. "Sorry," he told the cabbie, "I didn't see anyone, and I don't know of any teenage girls who live here." The cab driver was relentless, so J let him into the building to look around for the girl. He started knocking on the doors closest to the entrance, and Mrs. A opened the door to her apartment. "Can I help you?" she asked. "Have you seen a girl come in here? I dropped her off and she hasn't come out of the building." He went on to describe exactly what she looked like when Mrs. A began acting very nervous and uncomfortable. She told him to wait a minute and she pulled a picture frame from her bookshelf. "Is this the girl that you brought here?" She held out a photograph and the cab drive immediately said yes, this was the girl. Mrs. A began crying and said, "This is my daughter. She died 3 years ago."
My friend, J, is a tough guy. He witnessed this entire situation and was shaking when he told the story. I don't doubt that it really happened.
Happy Halloween, everyone!
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ReplyDeleteAHHH! i hate scary stories!!!
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