Credit Card
April 5, 2008
Melanie was stopped at a full service gas station.
She was recently married, to a surgeon, and wanted to feel rich for a change. So she let the attendant wash the window and check the oil, even though the gas was twice as expensive, it was late and she was tired.
After the gas pump stopped the attendant took her credit card into the station to run up the bill. As he ran the card he looked strangely at Melanie and she thought “oh no, he’s going to hit on me, I know it”.
Sure enough, the attendant came to the car a little to casually and asked her to come into the station.
“Why?” she asked.
“There is something wrong on the card and you’ll need to talk to the company about it on the phone.”
“No, there is nothing wrong, my husband is a surgeon, we have plenty of money, and I am not going in there.”
“Please maam, it’ll only take a second.”
Melanie huffed, and opened her door. Suddenly an arm encircled her neck and started to pull her back into the car from the back seat. The attendant smashed the rear window with a tire iron and stabbed at the attacker.
Melanie screamed and bit on the hand of her attacker as police vehicles surrounded the station.
Breathlessly the attendant explained. I saw him trying to hide on the floor of your car ma’am, I didn’t call the credit card company at all, I called 911. I just came out because I was afraid he would attack before they got here.
This story is a variation of the “High Beams” and “*77″ Urban Legend. It has strong supporters who claim that at least one variation is true. This famous urban legend has a ton of variations, a recent one is “*77″ and also “High Beams”
High Beams
April 5, 2008
Janet was driving home on the outskirts of Couer D’ Alene, Idaho. It was late and she was tired from serving dinners all day and most of the night at her table waiting job.
At the last red light, before the road turned to highway, the car behind her hit his lights high beam and low beam over and over. Irritated she blew through the light and sped away into the country section of the highway.
The car followed her, very closely, and on tight curves, or over hills, he would hit his high beams on and off.
Terrified Janet sped through the pines, over a dirt road she knew well, hoping to put some distance between herself and the menacing tailgater. At the top of a hill near her home she would have car phone signal for only a minute or two. Carefully dialing 911, she held her finger on the “call” button, as the lights blinked again, high and low beams, glaring in her rear window.Just at the top of the hill she hit “call” button and screamed into the phone “a car is following me on Twin Lakes Road, he is tailgating, and blinking his lights at me!”
Janet gave her address, and in a few minutes she saw red blinking lights following her, she breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled into her driveway, but suddenly the tailgater pulled in tight behind her and savagely blinked rapid fire HIGH, LOW, HIGH, LOW!
Four patrol cars screeched to a stop on Janet’s drive and lawn, they pulled the man out of the tailgater car and spread-eagled him on the lawn. With guns drawn they arrested him as he screamed “There is someone in her car, someone in her car!”
Then a deputy approached Janet to calm her, he suddenly drew his pistol and fired into her back seat, two rounds less than a second apart.Janet screamed and turned around. The bloody corpse of murderer was in her back seat, still holding the butcher knife intended for her throat. There were duct tape, a hood, and handcuffs lying on the seat next to him.
The tailgater in the grass said, “I blinked my lights every time I saw him raise the knife!”
This famous urban legend has a ton of variations, a recent one is “*77″ and also “Credit Card”
