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. She noticed a lone pair of headlights in her rear-view mirror, approaching at a pace just slightly quicker than hers.

As the car pulled up behind her she glanced and saw the turn signal on — the car was going to pass — when suddenly it swerved back behind her, pulled up dangerously close to her tailgate and the brights flashed. Now she was getting nervous.

The lights dimmed for a moment and then the brights came back on and the car behind her surged forward. The frightened woman struggled to keep her eyes on the road and fought the urge to look at the car behind her.

Finally, her exit approached but the car continued to follow, flashing the brights periodically. Through every stoplight and turn, it followed her until she pulled into her driveway. She figured her only hope was to make a mad dash into the house and call the police. As she flew from the car, so did the driver of the car behind her — and he screamed, "Lock the door and call the police!"

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 a butcher knife rising up from the back seat to stab her, so he flashed his brights and the figure crouched back down.

The moral of the story: Always check the back seat!

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Honestly, how moronic can some people get?

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Back in the 1800s, there was a girl about the age of 8 years, and if you would have ever seen her, you would have sworn she was a doll. Her pale complexion, long jet black hair and gorgeous dark brown eyes would etch into your mind. She looked just like a little china doll. One day, walking home from school the girl encountered a cute little doll, which looked exactly like her, in the window of the toy shop. She went in and asked the clerk how much the doll was. He told her that the doll was a very large amount and she would never be able to afford it. The doll was $15 dollars, far too much to pay for a doll. The girl went home, pleaded with her parents, saying that she would do chores for 3 months to pay it off, they agreed and gave her the money.

The next day she paid for the china doll and the clerk told her that every night she must comb the dolls hair, brush the dolls teeth, and clip her nails. She agreed and every night, she did exactly as the man had said. One night she forgot to clip the dolls nails, the little girl woke up covered in scratches. She figured nothing of this, a few days later, the girl forgot to brush the dolls teeth. The next day, the little girl had bite marks all over her. Still thinking nothing of this, a week later, the girl forgot to brush the dolls hair. The next day, the little girl never woke up. Her hair had grown so long over night that it had strangled her while she slept. The doll had disappeared out of her room and when the parents walked by the window of the little toy shop, they found the little china doll in the window. The parents were never heard from again.

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Okay, what kind of idiot would buy a doll when you have to brush its teeth, clips its nails and comb its hair??? And in the 1800s, you had no choice whether you can do you chores or not. You HAVE to do them.

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In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. On more than one occasion though, neighbours called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms.

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One of my favourites.

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In winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a German medic had completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire, his encampment suddenly became a bloodbath. The survivors claimed to hear, above the screams and barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee.

The medic made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times before, but never this short on supplies.

The bombardment moved to other ends of the line, most men dropped off to sleep in the still dark hours of the morning - New Year's Day, 1945.

The men awoke at first light with screams. They discovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, but hunks and strips of human flesh. Several men had been given fresh blood transfusions, with no blood supplies available. Each treated man was almost completely covered, head-to-toe, with the maroon stain of blood.

The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off into space. When one man approached him, tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal all skin, muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body almost completely dried of blood. In one hand was a scalpel, and in the other, a blood transfusion vial.

None of the men treated for wounds that night, in that camp, saw the end of January, 1945.

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My favourite. :D