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 Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 8:35 pm
The meat of Supernatural (besides the brother/family thing) is of course, the Urban Legends surrounding everything. Discuss them, post your favourite ones, let us know what ones you think would make an awesome episode.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 8:41 pm
List of Used Urban Legends Wendigo Bloody Mary Hookman
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Galadriel Billingham Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 9:03 am
I wonder if they are going to use the urban legend of "People can lick to"
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 3:07 pm
O_o Dude. I just posted that in the other guild. xd And actually it seems to be one of Kripke's favourites. He's said that he'd like to make an episode of that (I think).
Don't know how they'd make it all "Supernatural-y" though.
The Licked Hand
A young girl is left home alone with only her German Shepherd to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows but one won't close.
She decides to leave it unlocked and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.
In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand under the bed. She feels a reasurring lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reasurring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.
Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.
Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog's blood are the words "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO".
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 6:26 pm
Phoenix Weaver I wonder if they are going to use the urban legend of "People can lick to" you know i'm not sure what legend that is, but i was reading a cool f.fic and they threw that line in if anyones interested in reading it
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 6:28 pm
Seldaara O_o Dude. I just posted that in the other guild. xd And actually it seems to be one of Kripke's favourites. He's said that he'd like to make an episode of that (I think).
Don't know how they'd make it all "Supernatural-y" though.
The Licked Hand
A young girl is left home alone with only her German Shepherd to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows but one won't close.
She decides to leave it unlocked and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.
In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand under the bed. She feels a reasurring lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reasurring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.
Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.
Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog's blood are the words "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO". thaz what the fic. said....ok cool so if i will put up the site site 4 the fic. is anyones posts that their intersted
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 9:33 pm
You know, I've been thinking about making a Fan Fic thread, and you just sort of clinched that for me.
^^
So, if you would like to post up a link to the fic, go for it, in the new Fan Fic thread.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 8:40 am
In an interview he said they have a rather large whiteboard full of urban legends.... cool!
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 10:33 am
Yup! Certainly exciting. 3nodding
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 1:09 pm
My fave urban legend has got to be the one about the gas station - where she has her car filled up by a creepy salesperson who she thinks is out to kill him, but really he's only a bit retarded and was trying to tell her that there was an aze-weilding homicidal maniac in the back of her car.
Lesson in life - listen to retarded people too.
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2006 7:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 7:38 am
Yeah I love it. My english teacher told me it because we had to do a piece of coursework back in year 10.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 1:37 pm
I figured this would be appropriate seeing as how the episode is coming up next week.
Croatoan
A caravan of English settlers arrived at Roanoke Island in July, 1587, to check on the 15 men left behind a year earlier, Simon Fernandes, a Portuguese pilot familiar with the area, had grown impatient with the White and anxious to resume the hunt for Spanish shipping. He ordered the colonists ashore on Roanoke Island.
The colonists soon learned that Indians had murdered the 15 men and were uneasy at the prospect of remaining on Roanoke Island. But Fernandes left them no choice. They unloaded their belonging and supplies and repaired Lane's fort. On August 18, 1587, Eleanor Dare gave birth to a daughter she named Virginia, thus earning the distinction of being the first English child born on American soil. Ten days later, Ferndades departed for England, taking along an anxious John White, who hesitantly decided to return to England for supplies. It was the last time he would ever see his family.
Upon his arrival in Britain, White found himself trapped by the impending invasion of the Spanish Armada. Finally, two years after the stunning defeat of the Armada, he again departed for Roanoke Island. He arrived on August 18, 1590--his grand daughter's third birthday--and found the Cittie of Raleigh deserted, plundered, and surrounded "with a high pallisado of great trees, with cortynes and flankers, very fort-like". On one of the palisades, he found the single word "CROATOAN" carved into the surface, and the letters "CRO" carved into a nearby tree.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 1:48 pm
This is the legend used in the episode showing this week:
Crossroad Blues
Zerotime.com "Robert Johnson (1911-193 cool was born into a sharecropping family in the south. His father committed suicide when Robert was very young and his mother remarried a man who physically abused the family. Robert ran away at age sixteen, and made his first trip to a juke joint where he fell in love with the blues music. Robert got an old guitar, and became a musician. There was just one problem; Robert could not play the guitar very well. He tried learning for several years, but could not master even the most basic blues songs. He was so bad that the master blues players of the time would call Robert to come up on stage and play as a joke. He would play badly, and the audience would laugh and crack jokes. Eventually, Robert fell in love and got married. He gave up the blues, and settled down to become something he always hated, a sharecropper. Robert's wife became pregnant. He had settled into life as a farmer. He loved his wife, and was looking forward to having a child. Robert had moved on, putting his guitar playing days behind him, but fate had other plans for Robert Johnson. Robert's wife had trouble giving birth and both she and the baby died in labor. Robert was so destroyed by this that he left the farm with only his guitar and disappeared from the world. Then, on one hot summers day nine months later, as suddenly as he had vanished, Robert Johnson strolled back into town and changed the history of music. The audience at the local juke joint was ready to hear Robert's comic guitar playing performance, but instead, he walked onto the stage with his guitar and blew the audience away. No one in the crowd could believe what they were hearing. Robert's guitar playing had not just improved; he was now the most phenomenal guitar player that anyone, including the masters like Charlie Patton and Son House, had ever heard. The musicians who had once laughed at Robert were now embarrassed to play alongside him. People began traveling from all over the Deep South to hear him play. He packed the juke joints every night. Robert's popularity spread quickly, but there was also a strange rumor spreading that Robert had done the unspeakable by making a deal with the devil. Nobody who heard Robert play the guitar before his musical transformation could believe that he could learn how to master the guitar in only nine months without supernatural help. The rumor was that a desperate Robert Johnson, distraught over the death of his beloved wife and child, gave up all hope and turned his back on God. He left his farm and traveled to a secret crossroad with only his guitar. Exactly at midnight, a man dressed in black carrying a guitar, appeared from the shadows and made Robert a deal - Robert's soul, to be able to play the blues. Robert agreed, and they switched guitars. Robert knew all about the rumor, but never denied it. In fact, Robert was playing songs that he had written during his absence like, "Cross Road Blues"(*) and "Hell Hound on My Trail,"(**) which seemed to validate the rumor. Something that made Robert's playing even more remarkable was that he primarily used the Stella and the Kalamazoo guitars. The Kalamazoo, which Robert painted black, was defective, and the Stella sold by Sears & Roebuck was a very cheap instrument. Over the next five years, Robert Johnson astonished the music world and rocked juke joints all over the south. In 1936, Robert cut his first record, recording 16 of his original songs. Thirteen months later, he recorded 13 more songs. Those 29 songs are considered to be some of the most important and influential blues songs ever recorded. Robert Johnson became the first African America to have his music played in the mainstream jukeboxes all across the US. Everyone was listening to the music of Robert Johnson. In the summer of 1938, Robert returned to Greenwood, Mississippi. The times were tough. The Great Depression had destroyed the farmers and summer heat was suffocating. The town needed a boost and by this time, Robert Johnson was a walking legend. Everyone knew the rumor about him making a deal with the devil. The community churches warned families to keep their wives and daughters away from Robert, who seemed to have a way of getting any woman he wanted. Robert stood on a street corner and started to play his guitar. After only ten minutes of playing the streets were filled with people for as far as the eye could see. He was offered a job playing at a local juke joint. After playing for several weeks Robert started seeing a woman, who just happened to be his boss's wife. This was not the best career decision. One night Robert walked into a packed juke joint, and drank a half pint of the house whiskey. He sat down and started to play the blues, but became ill suddenly and collapsed. He was carried back to his hotel room in dire need of medical attention. At this time in the south, no white doctor would see a black patient, and no black doctors would see Robert because of the crossroads rumor. Robert was left in his room alone where he suffered for three days. On August 16, 1938 Robert Johnson, the king of the Delta Blues died."
* Name of the episode
** Hellhounds are at the heals of a bluesman in the episode.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:35 am
My personal favorite has always been the 'doll coming to life' story. I used to tell it at Halloween Parties. Goes something like this..
The Purple Fingernails
There was once a little girl who had many dolls. But one Christmas, she saw a doll in the window of a department store that she absolutely had to have. It came with a set of long purple fingernails, glue-on, that she found mesmerizing. So when Christmas morning came, she was delighted to find the doll under the Christmas tree. She played with it all day, and when she went to sleep, she put it at a place of honor at her bedside.
the next morning, the girl decided to put the beautifcul purple fingernails on the doll. They were long and sharp, and she almost cut herself applying them, but when she was done and admiring her handiwork, it was time for her to go to bed. Again, she placed the doll by her pillow and fell into a peaceful sleep.
That night, when the ltitle girl woke up late while it was still very dark and looked over for her doll, she was nowhere to be found. The girl, puzzled, got out of bed and walked across her carpet to the hallway. The door to her parents' room was ajar, and she pushed it open softly and looked in. Her parents appeared to be sleeping soundly, so she went back to bed, In the morning, she saw her doll by her bed and assumed she had just had a bad dream.
But when she went injto her parents' room that morning, she found them both dead- a purple doll fingernail stabbed into their hearts.
big hit at parties biggrin dolls coming to life have always freaked me out O_O
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