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pjade

Esmiria posted on 21-11-2014 12:11 PM
Cer teka..

Twins.

Tak paham @Esmiria !! Bagi pencerahan pls...

Either older brother is the kinapper or they have another sister or they kidnapped themselves.

pjade

Esmiria posted on 21-11-2014 12:05 PM
Yang ni haku tak faham.

Hairy Arms

Old woman tu sebenarnya jantan! Nak tangkap / abduct minah tu. Nasib baik dia alert.

Esmiria

pjade posted on 21-11-2014 05:05 AM
Old woman tu sebenarnya jantan! Nak tangkap / abduct minah tu. Nasib baik dia alert.

Lorhhh jantan! Thnks for da info!

Esmiria

pjade posted on 21-11-2014 05:05 AM
Old woman tu sebenarnya jantan! Nak tangkap / abduct minah tu. Nasib baik dia alert.

Dable……………

Esmiria

pjade posted on 21-11-2014 04:57 AM
Tak paham @Esmiria !! Bagi pencerahan pls...

Either older brother is the kinapper or they have  ...

Jawapannya..older brother yg culik. Klo tak, camne penculik tu dpt bezakan kembar tu? Sebab dia culik ialah bapa dia belikan apa yang twins tu nak...Bapa dia tak belikan pun apa older brother tu nak.

Esmiria

pjade posted on 21-11-2014 04:56 AM
parents depa murderers ka?

Yang smith sisters ni stori. jadi stori ni agak misteri..

Esmiria

Ni cerita pelik..

Green Eyes

Once upon a time, there was. a little girl who
lived with her mother and grandmother. The
grandmother was very ill and spent her final
days in bed while the girl and her mother took
care of her.

One night, the grandmother suddenly sat up in
bed and grabbed hold of the young girl’s arm.
“Do not use the old green record player”, the
old woman hissed. Then she lay back down,
closed her eyes and died. The girl and her
mother buried the old woman in the cemetery.
After the funeral, the mother said to the girl,
“You must respect your grandmother’s dying
wish and never play with the green record
player.”
Unfortunately, the girl was very disobedient
and didn’t listen to her mother. One day, while
the mother was at work, the girl took out the
green record player and started playing a
record.

Instead of music, there was just static coming
from the speakers. Then she heard a terrible
voice singing:
Run! Run! To the door!
Green Eyes! Green Eyes!
Now strangle the little girl!
Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!
Suddenly, the girl heard the doorbell ringing
and turned off the record player. She opened
the front door and found her mother standing
there. The girl was shocked when her mother
held out her arms to hug her. Her mother’s
hands were missing. They seemed to have
been chopped off at the elbow.

The next day, while her mother was at work,
the girl once again put on a record. Again,
the terrible voice sang:
Run! Run! To the door!
Green Eyes! Green Eyes!
Now strangle the little girl!
Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!
A few minutes later, the girl heard something
thumping against the front door. When she
opened it, she saw her mother lying on the
ground outside. The girl’s mother dragged
herself into the house, using the stumps of her
arms.
Then the mother collapsed on the floor and
the girl saw that her mother’s legs had been
chopped off at the knees.
“Look what you’ve done”, cried the mother.
“You’ve ruined me! Now will you stop playing
that green record?”
The girl promised never to play the record
again. The next morning, the girl’s mother
dragged herself out the front door and
crawled to work on the stumps of her arms
and legs.

The girl sat in the living room, staring at the
green record player. She knew she shouldn’t
play the record, but she couldn’t help herself.
She couldn’t resist placing the green record
on the turntable and placing the needle on the
record. There was a screech of static and then
the terrible voice began to sing:
Run! Run! To the door!
Green Eyes! Green Eyes!
Now strangle the little girl!
Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!
As soon as the singing finished, the girl heard
a knock on the front door. She tip-toed over
to the door and cautiously looked through the
peephole. She couldn’t see anyone outside.
The girl slowly turned the doorknob and the
door creaked open wide. She stared in horror
at what was outside. There, in front of her,
reaching from the floor to the ceiling, stood a
huge pair of green eyes.
The girl heard a terrible voice saying “You did
not listen to your mother and now you will
die.”
And the green eyes strangled the little girl.
The End.

Esmiria

Ni ntah apa2.

Black Tights



Once upon a time, there was a little girl who
loved ballet. Her mother bought her a new pair
of black tights for her birthday. She put on the
black tights and her mother dropped her off at
ballet rehearsal.

When her mother arrived to pick her up a few
hours later, the girl seemed to be in pain.
“Mom! Mom!”, she said “My legs hurt!”
Her mother told her to wait until they got
home before taking off her black tights.
When they were driving home, the girl
complained again.
“Mom! Mom!”, she said “My legs hurt!”
“Wait until we get home”, said her mother.
“Then we’ll take off your black tights and see
why they hurt.”
When they got near their house, the girl
started crying.
“Mom! Mom!”, she said “My legs hurt!”
“Wait until we get home”, said her mother.
“We’ll be there in a minute.”
When they arrived home, the girl immediately
began to take off her black tights, and then
she screamed. Instead of legs, there were just
some bones.

Esmiria

Ni skeri walau tak lojik..

Blue Spots

Late one night, a teenage boy and his
girlfriend Were on their way to a nightclub.
They were driving at high speed along a
deserted motorway, when they spotted a
crashed car by the side of the road. They
pulled over and got out to see if they could
help. The windscreen was smashed and one of
the doors was hanging open.

Inside the car, they found the dead bodies of
two men. Their faces were completely covered
in blue spots. One of the men was clutching
two large jars in his hands. One of the jars
was empty, but the other was filled with a
bright blue liquid.

“Shouldn’t we call the police?” asked the girl.
“No way!” replied the boy, shaking his head.
“They’ll just keep us waiting here for hours
and we’ll miss the nightclub. Anyway, these
dudes are dead. What do they care? Let
someone else find them and call the cops.”
The girl just shrugged her shoulders and went
back to their car. The boy lingered by the
crashed vehicle. He was curious about the
blue jar and decided to take it with him. He
went back to his car, got in and placed the jar
of blue liquid on the back seat. Then, he
revved up the engine and drove off.
As they were speeding down the motorway,
the girl looked into the back seat.
“What’s in the jar?” she asked.
“Who knows?” replied the boy. “If you’re
curious, go ahead and take a look.”
The girl reached into the back seat and picked
up the jar. She held it up close to her face and
peered inside. The blue liquid was swirling
around and she spotted something swimming
in it.
“Honey, there’s a weird blue slug or
something inside,” she said. “Whatever it is,
it’s alive!”
Suddenly, the blue slug pressed itself up
against the glass and opened its mouth,
revealing a row of sharp teeth.
“Ugh! It’s disgusting!” she cried.
Taken by surprise, the girl tossed the jar away
from her. The boy tried to catch it, taking his
hands off the steering wheel. He didn’t realize
that they were approaching a sharp bend in
the road. They were going too fast. The girl
screamed and made a grab for the wheel, but
it was too late.
The car crashed through the guard rail and
careened over the edge of the cliff. It rolled
down the hill and the occupants inside were
tossed back and forth like ragdolls.

Eventually, it came to a rest against a big tree
at the bottom of the hill. The teenagers lay
unconscious and injured in the wreckage.
When the boy woke up, he didn’t know how
much time had passed. All he knew was that
he was in a lot of pain. Pieces of the smashed
jar lay on the dashboard in front of him. He
looked up and saw a large blue slug crawling
up the steering wheel. He couldn’t move. The
slug bared its teeth and the boy let out a
hideous scream as it bit into his face.
A few hours later, a driver who was passing
by spotted the wrecked car and called the
police. An ambulance arrived and transported
the injured teenagers to the nearest hospital.
The doctors who examined them were puzzled
by the blue spots that covered the skin on the
boy’s face. There were blue spots on lips, on
his tongue. When they took a closer look at
the girl, they found the same blue spots all
over her legs. The doctors were unable to
diagnose the symptoms. All they could say
was that the pair were suffering from an
unknown illness.

After operating on their injuries, the young
couple were placed in a sterile room by
themselves. They were kept isolated from the
rest of the patients in the hospital because
the doctors were afraid that their strange
illness might be contagious. The last thing
they wanted was to have an epidemic on their
hands.

A week passed and the doctors were still
confounded. The effects of the mysterious
disease had become much worse. It was
feared that the young boy and girl would die if
the doctors couldn’t find the correct
antibiotics to cure them.

The blue spots had grown larger, completely
covering their entire bodies. Their skin had
become dry and brittle, tearing with the
slightest movement. The teenagers had lost all
of their hair and their internal organs were
visible through their thin, translucent skin.
Despite all of this, the teenagers were still
alive.

However, nobody wanted to go near them. The
nurses feared that they too might contract the
disease. Not even the doctors would examine
them without donning masks and thick
gloves. They would have liked to just get rid
of the unfortunate pair, but it was illegal to
bury someone alive.

A few weeks later, the state of the two teens
had become monstrous. Their bodies had
begun to swell and change color. Their
internal organs were now blue as well. Even
the blood flowing through their veins was
blue. And yet, they were still alive.
One morning, a nurse was passing by their
room when she happened to hear strange and
disturbing noises coming from within. Bravely,
she entered the room. A few seconds later, she
came running out. Her face was pale and she
was trembling uncontrollably.
She had seen two large blue slugs slowly
crawling across the ceiling.

Esmiria

Aku suka hak ni.

Fat Boy

There was a young boy who was very
overweight. Everyone at school teased him
and called him “Fat Boy! Fat Boy!” His
problem was that he didn’t know how to
control his diet. Nobody had ever told him
which foods were healthy to eat and which
foods were fattening.

He had the misfortune of having a very strict
father. As soon as he got home from school,
his dad would start calling him names and
telling him he was lazy and weak-willed. He
forced the boy to do exercises in the morning,
fed him diet pills and made him take cold
showers. However, none of this was very
helpful. The one thing he neglected to do was
teach his son how to eat properly.

The son became very fed up with his situation.
After a while, he didn’t follow his father’s
orders. He always tried to get out of doing
exercise, he spat out his diet pills and he took
warm showers every day. In addition, he ate
big bags of candy, potato chips and fast food.
The father had to go to work, so he couldn’t
watch his son every minute of the day and his
mother often took pity on the boy and baked
him cakes to eat.

One day, the father got extremely angry at his
son’s lack of effort. He promised that he was
going to make him thin or die trying. He said
that, after a month, if the boy wasn’t able to
do ten press-ups on the floor, he would buy a
children’s coffin and make his son sleep in it
every night. The boy tried his best to lose
weight, but he just didn’t know what to do.
The month passed quickly and he was still
only able to do five press-ups.

His father flew into a rage and went out to
buy the child-sized coffin. When he returned,
he took an axe and smashed the boy’s bed to
pieces. Then, he threw the broken wood out
the window and placed the coffin where the
bed used to be. The boy’s mother tried to
protect her beloved son, but his father was
adamant. A promise was a promise and he
had to follow through, no matter how horrible
it seemed. His son was going to sleep in a
coffin and that’s all there was to it.
The stern father stood at the bedroom door
and made sure his son climbed into the coffin.
Lying in an open coffin really creeped the boy
out, but he had a plan in mind. As soon as
his father switched off the light and shut the
door, the boy hopped out of the coffin and
slept on an inflatable bed he kept hidden in
his wardrobe.

one night, the father burst into the room and
caught his son getting out of the coffin.
Enraged, he decided to come up with a way to
prevent the boy disobeying his orders. He
fetched his drill and drilled some holes in the
top of the coffin. Every evening, his son was
forced to climb into the coffin and close the
lid. Then, the father would nail the lid shut.
The father had drilled some additional holes in
the side of the coffin to prevent his son
suffocating.

However, the neighbors started to complain
about the sound of hammering every night.
The came up with a solution and attached
special latches to the coffin so it could be
quietly opened and closed. Of course, these
latches could only be opened from the
outside.

Sleeping in a coffin was extremely scary for
the young boy. It was pitch black inside and
very cramped and uncomfortable. He could
barely move and the air was so stale that it
felt as if someone was choking him.
Sometimes, the poor boy couldn’t stand it
anymore and began crying and calling for his
parents. He even started baning his head
against the lid, begging to be let out, but to
no avail. His father knocked on the coffin lid
and told him that he would only be let out
when he was able to do ten push-ups.
Every morning, when his father opened the
coffin and let him out, the boy would try to do
push-ups on the floor. He tried his best, but
he was so weak from lack of food and lack of
sleep, that he could never do more than two or
three before collapsing on the carpet in
exhaustion.

One night, the boy’s parents went out to visit
their friends, leaving their son home alone.
Before they departed, the father locked the boy
inside the coffin and made sure he couldn’t
get out.
However, as they drove down the road, the
father and mother were distracted and the car
swerved into the oncoming lane. A truck
smashed into them and both of them were
killed on impact.

Meanwhile, the boy was lying in the coffin,
unaware of what had happened. The next
morning, when he woke up, he waited for his
father to come and let him out, but the father
never appeared. The boy lay there for weeks.
He was dying of hunger and thirst. Just when
he was about to give up hope, he heard voices
in his bedroom. The coffin lid was unlocked
and opened.

He looked up and saw his grandparents
standing there. They helped the boy out of the
coffin and gave him some food and water. The
boy was painfully thin, like a skeleton and his
face was grey, pallid and drawn, like a dead
man.

Delores

TT, Lagi.

Hungry for more!!

Esmiria

Delores posted on 21-11-2014 07:03 AM
TT, Lagi.

Hungry for more!!

oittt. ni bukn sy punya. kopi pes je KECUALI kisah pendek tu..hihi

Esmiria

Carmen Winstead

Carmen was 17 years old when her parents
decided to move to Indiana. Her father had
lost his job and the only way he could find
new employment was by moving to a new
state. The relocation caused a lot of problems
for Carmen. She had to leave her friends
behind and attend a whole new school in
Indiana.

Carmen had a hard time making friends when
she changed schools. It was the middle of the
school year and most of the students had no
interest in befriending the new girl. Initially,
she spent many days alone, walking from
class to class without speaking to anyone, but
she eventually started hanging around with a
group of five other girls. Carmen thought these
girls were her friends, but it wasn’t long
before she discovered that they had been
talking about her behind her back and
spreading vile rumors.

When she confronted them, the girls turned on
her and began bullying her every day, making
her life a misery. They started out calling her
names, but then the bullying got much worse.
One day, she left her school books in the
classroom at break time. When she returned,
she found someone had taken a sharpie and
written dirty words all over her books. Another
day, she opened her bag and discovered
someone had poured yoghurt all over the
insides. Sometimes, she would come to school
and find her locker had been vandalized. The
final straw came when she put on her coat at
recess and found that someone had stuffed
dog poop in her pockets.

There and then, Carmen decided that she
couldn’t take the bullying any longer. She
planned to stay behind, that evening, after
school, and tell her teacher what had been
happening. Unfortunately, her decision came
too late to save her life.

After lunch, her teacher announced that the
school was holding a fire drill. When the
alarm sounded, Carmen and the other
students filed out of the classroom and
assembled in the yard outside. As the
teachers read out the roll call, the gang of five
girls decided that this was a great opportunity
to embarrass Carmen in front of the whole
school during the fire drill. They moved over
to where Carmen was standing, near a sewer
drain, and began crowding the poor girl,
getting in her face and nudging her towards
the open manhole.

They pushed her and she tripped over and fell
head-first down the manhole. When they saw
her falling, the girls started giggling and when
Carmen’s name was called out, they shouted
“She’s down in the sewer!”
All of the other students began laughing. But
when the teachers looked down the manhole
and saw Carmen’s body lying at the bottom in
the muck and the poop, the laughter abruptly
stopped. Her head was twisted around at an
odd angle and her face was covered in blood.
Worse still, she wasn’t moving.

There was nothing any of the teachers could
do for her. Carmen was dead. When the police
arrived and went down into the sewer, they
determined that she had broken her neck. Her
face had been torn off when she hit the ladder
on the way down and her neck snapped when
she landed on her head on the concrete at the
bottom.

The police hauled Carmen’s body out of the
sewer and sent her to the mortuary. Everyone
had to stay behind after school while the
police questioned all of Carmen’s classmates.
The five girls lied to the police, saying they
had witnessed Carmen falling down the sewer.
The police believed the girls and Carmen
Winstead’s death was ruled an accident and
the case was closed. Everyone thought that
was the last they would hear of Carmen
Winstead, but they were wrong.

Months later, Carmen’s classmates began
receiving strange e-mails on their MySpaces.
The e-mails were titled “They Pushed Her” and
claimed that Carmen hadn’t really fallen down
the sewer, she had been pushed. The e-mails
also warned that the guilty people should own
up and take responsibility for their crime. If
they didn’t there would be horrible
consequences. Most people dismissed the e-
mails as a hoax, but others were not so sure.
A few days later, one of the girls who pushed
Carmen down the sewer was at home taking a
shower, when she heard a strange cackling
laugh. It seemed to be coming from the drain.
The girl started to freak out and ran out of the
bathroom. That night, the girl said goodnight
to her mom and went to sleep.

Five hours later, her mom was awoken in the
middle of the night, by a loud noise that
resounded throughout the house. She ran into
her daughter’s room, only to find it empty.
There was no trace of the girl. The worried
mother called the police and when they
arrived, they conducted a search of the area.
Eventually, they discovered the girl’s grisly
remains.

Her corpse was lying in the sewer, covered in
muck and poop. Her neck was broken and her
face was missing. It had been completely torn
off. One by one, all of the girls who pushed
Carmen that day were found dead. They had
all been killed in exactly the same way and
were all found at exactly the same spot. In the
sewer at the bottom of the same uncovered
manhole where Carmen had met her doom.
But the killing didn’t stop there. More and
more of Carmen’s former classmates were
found dead. It seemed that anyone who didn’t
believe that Carmen had been pushed, was
eventually found down in the sewer with their
necks broken and their faces torn off.

They say that Carmen’s ghost is still on the
rampage, hunting down anyone who doesn’t
believe her story. According to the legend,
Carmen will get you, whether it’s from a toilet,
a shower, a sink or a drain. When you go to
sleep, you’ll wake up in the sewer, in complete
darkness, paralyzed, unable to move, hearing
cackling laughter all around you. Then, as you
scream in horror, Carmen will come and tear
your face off.

So be careful who you bully, because you just
might find yourself on the receiving end of the
curse of Carmen Winstead.

Esmiria

Urban Legend Killer in the Backseat

One night a woman went out for drinks with
her girlfriends. She left the bar fairly late at
night, got in her car and onto the deserted
highway. After a few miles, she noticed she
was low on gas and pulled into a gas station.
She was frightened by the odd behavior of the
attendant, who kept trying to get her to leave
the car and join him in the office. She refused
and drove off as fast as she could.
As she drove, she noticed a lone pair of
headlights in her rear-view mirror,
approaching fast. As the car pulled up behind
her, dangerously close to her tailgate and the
brights flashed.

Now she was getting nervous. The car behind
her kept flashing the lights off and on and the
driver seemed to be shouting and making
signs with his hands.

Through every stoplight and turn, it followed
her until she reached home and pulled into
her driveway. Terrified, she made a mad dash
into her house and called the police. As she
ran from the car, so did the driver of the car
behind her — and he screamed, “Lock the door
and call the police! Call 911!”

When the police arrived the horrible truth was
finally revealed to the woman. The man in the
car had been trying to save her. As he pulled
up behind her and his headlights illuminated
her car, he saw the silhouette of a man with
an axe rising up from the back seat behind
her, so he flashed his brights to warn her.
The police arrested the crazed killer in the
backseat who turned out to be an escaped
mental patient. It was an extremely scary
night and the woman had a lucky escape.

Esmiria

Aku suka yang ni.

Boyfriend

A girl and her boyfriend were driving at night
down an isolated country road. As they drove,
the night seemed to get darker and darker.
Eventually, they lost their way and found
themselves driving through a densely wooded
area that neither of them recognized.
Suddenly, the car started spluttering and
stalled. The boyfriend looked at the guage and
realized they had run out of gas. No matter
how many times he turned the key, the engine
just wouldn’t start.

The girlfriend began to panic because it was
after midnight and they were stuck in the
middle of nowhere and couldn’t get home.
The boyfriend got out of the car and took a
look around. They were in a secluded and
wooded area. All he could see were trees.
There seemed to be no houses for miles
around. They were completely alone.
The girlfriend was spooked and kept asking
the boy to do something. He told her he would
have to walk back to the main highway and
get help.

The boyfriend could see that his fiance was
scared so he told her not to worry, he would
return as fast as he could. But the girl could
see the concern in his face.

Kissing her goodbye, he told her to roll up the
windows and lock the doors. Then he set out
walking down the road. The girl watched as
her boyfriend Got further and further away and
finally disappeared into the darkness.
Hours passed and the girl sat shivering in the
car, fearful of every shadow she saw and every
noise she heard. She began to feel like her
boyfriend was never coming back.
Suddenly, she heard a loud tapping noise on
the roof of the car.

Tap, tap, tap.

She began to panic but was too terrified to
get out and investigate. She kept trying to
peer out the windows, but it was too dark to
see anything.

Tap, tap, tap.

The tapping noise seemed to go on and on.
The girl was scared to death but there was
nothing she could do.

Tap, tap, tap.

She was forced to remain huddled in the car,
all night long, listening to the weird tapping
sound. Eventually, she managed to fall asleep.
When she woke up and looked at her watch, it
was 9AM but when she tried to look out of the
car windows, everything was completely black.
She couldn’t understand what was going on.
Suddenly, she heard a car pull up nearby and
it honked it’s horn three times. Then she
heard a voice shouting “This is the police. Is
there anyone in the car?”
The girlfriend sighed with relief. “Just me”, she
cried. “My boyfriend left me here alone and
never came back.”
“OK. Stay calm”, said the policeman. “Listen
to me very carefully. Open the door, get out of
the car and walk towards me. Whatever you
do, don’t look behind you.”
The girl obeyed the policeman’s orders. Even
though her hands were shaking and her mind
was racing, she opened the car door and
stepped out.
“Now walk towards me”, said the policeman,
“and don’t look behind you.”
The girl began walking slowly towards the
policeman but suddenly she stopped in her
tracks.
“Don’t look behind you!” shouted the
policeman.
But it was too late. The girl couldn’t help
herself. She turned around and began
screaming in horror.

Her boyfriend’s dead body was hanging
upside-down from a tree branch over the car.
His head had been chopped off and blood was
dripping down from his neck, completely
covering the car windows.

Esmiria

Yang ni aku tak faham..plik pun der.

Bedroom Light

There were two girls who were the best of
friends in school. When they went to college,
they decided to live together and became
roommates.

One night, they were staying up late, trying to
do some last-minute studying for a midterm
exam that was scheduled for the next
morning.
One of the girls was quite lazy, so she decided
to give up studying and went to bed early. The
other girl was a hard worker, so she stayed up
late because she wanted to do well in the
exam.

During the night, the girl who stayed up
remembered that she had left one of the books
she needed in her bedroom. She didn’t want to
wake her roommate by turning on the light so
she sneaked into the bedroom and rummaged
around in the dark, looking for the book she
needed.
She heard some heavy breathing and she
whispered her roommate’s name, asking her if
she was awake.

There was no answer.
Then the girl heard something moving around
in the dark and she whispered, “Can I turn on
the bedroom light?”
There was no answer.
The girl cleared her throat and asked again,
“Can I turn on the bedroom light? I need to
find something.”

Her roommate didn’t respond.
So the girl sighed in frustration and continued
to search for the book in the darkened
bedroom. Eventually she found the one she
was looking for. The girl took the book and
felt her way in the darkness towards the door.
She stayed up all night studying and in the
morning, raced down to the exam hall to take
her test. But she noticed that her roommate
never showed up for the exam.
The girl was worried about her friend so when
she got home, she rushed upstairs and
knocked on her roomate’s door.
There was no answer.

The girl was getting quite anxious at this
point, so she opened the door and turned on
the bedroom light. She was met with the most
horrible sight she had ever laid eyes on.
Her roommate lay motionless, sprawled on
top of her bed in a pool of blood. She had
been brutally murdered.

Then the girl turned around and saw
something that chilled her to the bone.
Written on the wall behind her in smeared
blood were the words “Aren’t You Glad You
Didn’t Turn On The Light?”

Esmiria

Wild Rose

Many years ago, in Ireland, there was a young
woman named Elisa Day. People called her
The Wild Rose because they said she was as
beautiful as the wild roses that grew down by
the river, all bloody and red.

One day, a young man came into town and
from the first moment he set eyes on Elisa
Day, he knew she was the one. He went to her
house, knocked on her door and introduced
himself. He took her in his arms and kissed
her ruby red lips.

On the second day, the young man came
back. He brought her a single red rose and
told her she was the most beautiful woman he
had ever seen. He asked her to meet him
down by the river where the wild roses grew
so sweet and scarlet and free.

On the third day, he took her down to the
river. She stood on the bank and gazed
silently into the water. The man kissed her
lips one last time. Then he waited until her
back was turned and beat her to death with a
rock in his hand. As he killed her, he
whispered, “All beauty must die…”

He placed a rose between her teeth, and slid
her body into the river and she slowly
disappeared beneath the clear, calm surface.
Her body was never found and over the years,
her real name was forgotten. She was just
referred to as The Wild Rose.

Many people claim to have seen her ghost
wandering along the banks of the river, where
the wild roses grow. Her head is bashed in
and blood is running down her face. They say
she clutches a single rose in her hand.

Esmiria

Death Cab

In Argentina, there is an urban legend that
has spread by word of mouth. People take
taxis every day. It’s something you do almost
without thinking. If it is late or it is raining,
you might take hail a cab to take you to your
destination.

However, in Argentina, they say that you
should never hail a cab outside a cemetery. If
you do, you may Unknowingly be stepping into
the dreaded “Taxi de los muertos”… The Death
Cab.

Legend has it that this supernatural taxi of
death lurks outside cemeteries, waiting for an
unwitting victim to get inside. As the story
goes, a young Argentinian woman named
Claudia was on her way home one night. She
had left work quite late and it was raining
heavily. She was too tired to walk all the way
to her apartment, so she decided to take a
taxi home instead.

As she walked down the lonely street that led
past the cemetery, she suddenly saw a taxi
coming towards her. She held out her hand
and hailed the cab. When it stopped, climbed
and gave the driver her address.
Sitting it the back seat, wiping the rain from
her brow, she suddenly began to feel very
cold… much colder than she had ever felt
before. looking around, she noticed that the
windows were covered with ice. It was then
that she realized they were going the wrong
way.

She was about to say something to the driver
when she caught sight of his hands on the
steering wheel. His skin was pale and leathery
and his fingers were almost skeletal. She
couldn’t see his face in the rear view mirror.
“We’re going the wrong way,” she blurted out.
The driver didn’t answer. he just kept on
driving as if he hadn’t heard a word she said.
When she raised her hand to touch his
shoulder, the driver slowly turned his head.
Claudia screamed in horror. His face looked
like a corpse. The skin was withered and clung
tightly to the bones.

She tried to open the back door and jump out,
but the door handle came off in her hands.
She tried to put the window down but the
button didn’t work. She saw a young couple
walking down the street, so she shouted to
them and banged on the window, trying to
attract their attention. They didn’t hear her.
The taxi continued on its way, seemingly
unstoppable.

Claudia became frantic. Desperate to escape,
she attacked the driver and tried to scratch
his face with her nails. His rotting skin came
off in her hands, revealing the gleaming skull
underneath.

The taxi began to speed up, going faster and
faster along the rain-soaked city streets.
Claudia looked behind her and on the back
window she saw a sign that read:
“Prepare to die!”
Claudia never seen again.
No one knows for certain whether or not this
urban legend is true. The only ones who know
for sure are the people who have been
kidnapped by the death cab and they can
never tell us what happened to them. We may
never know, but just in case, take care and
keep your wits about you. If you are walking
by a cemetery, never ever call a cab.

Esmiria

Ni saya reka...


7-E

"Nak beli  roti ke nak?" tanya seorang makcik . Dia tersengih-sengih menampakkan barisan giginya yang tinggal tiga.

"Ah’ah."jawab aku . Cermin di atas kupandang. Aku nampak sorang budak sedang megambil tin arak dan masukkan ke dalam jaket.

"Makcik! Ada orang curi arak!" teriakku pada makcik dan dalam masa yang sama juruwang 7-e kata

"Makcik! Makcik cakap dengan sapa tu?"

Esmiria

Ni haku reka..



"Abang.." kataku pada Jam, abangku.

"Ya.." balas Jam.

"Dahagalah.." ucapku.

Jam bawa aku ke bilik. Pintu dibuka dan jeritan seorang budak perempuan kedengaran.

"Dah tak dahaga dah." tuturku sengih.