Favorite urban legend?

The one with the Organ stealers.

The college dorm room murder.

There is a “haunted” house in Columbus on Walhalla (the most beautiful road in the city). Often times the bored, stoned teenagers will run up and touch the house for a thrill, but there are many believers. One time, a friend and I sat down on the pavement for about an hour and a half talking to a very nice, very spiritual young woman who could feel the dark spirits around us. She was completely convinced, which made it a very interesting conversation. I think there is supposed to be a Virgin Mary that cries blood outside of it too… That is probably my favorite world-wide urban legend, the whole bleeding statue thing….

It’s a local thing, but I’m sure there is a house like that just about everywhere. I’m a very cynical Atheist, but I still think it’s interesting.

I wish people would tell or link to the legend. But if i am thinking of the right one, i “like” the one tinyfaery mentioned too. I am thinking of the one where two best friends were roommates. Both had an exam the next day, but one decided to go to a party while the other decided to stay and study. When the former one came back from the party, it was very late so she was tiptoeing while walking around and also did not turn on the light so as not to disturb the roomy. She went to bed and the next morning when she woke up, and went to wake up roomy for exam, she noticed something written on the wall next to the roomy’s bed. It said “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the lights?” and it was written using the roomy’s blood. Moral of the story…don’t study, party? just kidding

@trumi I think you are correct; every town has a “spooky house”.

@PnL That’s the one I was describing, or not describing. I am too tired to type it out. I should go back to bed.

The old lady in the back the car with a hatchet.

“There’s room for one more.”

A young woman on her way to town broke her journey by staying with friends at an old manor house. Her bedroom looked out to the carriage sweep at the front door. It was a moonlit night, and she found it difficult to sleep. As the clock outside her bedroom door struck 12, she heard the noise of horses’ hooves on the gravel outside, and the sound of wheels.

She got up and went over to the window to see who could be arriving at that time of night. The moonlight was very bright, and she saw a hearse drive up to the door. It hadn’t a coffin in it; instead it was crowded with people. The coachman sat high up on the box: as he came opposite the window he drew up and turned his head. His face terrified her, and he said in a distinct voice, “There’s room for one more.”

She drew the curtain, ran back to bed, and covered her head with the bedclothes. In the morning she was not quite sure whether it had been a dream, or whether she had really got out of bed and seen the hearse, but she was glad to go up to town and leave the old house behind her.

She was shopping in a big store which had an elevator in it—an up-to-date thing at that time. She was on the top floor, and went to the elevator to go down. It was rather crowded, but as she came up to it, the elevator operator turned his head and said, “There’s room for one more.”

It was the face of the coachman of the hearse. “No, thank you,” said the girl. “I’ll walk down.” She turned away, the elevator doors clanged, there was a terrible rush and screaming and shouting, and then a great clatter and thud. The elevator had fallen and every soul in it was killed.

August 24, 2008, 1:40 PM EDT

How about the one where the biology teacher explains that semen is a tasteless protein, and one unthinking girl blurts out “No, I find it a little salty.” As everyone turns to her, she reddens with embarrassment and runs from the room!