Can you make up a NEW urban legend, using your own thoughts and imagination and make it believable?

Answer 1

I was a ghost minding my own business when a car load of kids pulled up to the old cemetery, other ghosts and spirits tried to scare them, but they all just laughed. So while they were cavorting and steaming up the windows in their two cars, I managed with the help of several dead gunslingers, tumble two old huge tombstones over on their cars. They couldn't get out, something had lodged in the windows and the doors and they died.
And this is what happens when you park at old cemeteries and other places uninvited...

Answer 2

oh this is true. it happened to a friend of a friend's sister's cousin.
so, ok.. there was a man in the parking lot. he was going out to his car and suddenly he saw a flash. next thing he woke up in a pile of cut glass and heard a ticking. there was a remote in his hand. he pushed play and this thing on this old tv said in a wicked voice that he had to dig his way out of this glass and get to a bomb that was just staring him in the face across the room. problem was, he was in a pool of glass and the message told him to dig for a "code" hidden in the bottom of the glass pool... he supposedly tied a girl up in a hotel room that he met off the internet and her dad found him and kinda copied the "saw" movie for inspiration for the torture

Answer 3

Yes i can however...it would be my luck to have it take off and span the globe.

Urban Legends can be funny but some are just plain hurtful. They serve no purpose except to spread lies.

Answer 4

No, but I can do it within remote location of the United States. One of which is true.

Answer 5

When we were on a field trip up in the hills at Carlsbad, our Geology instructor told us of how the Anazazis used to live there and that they were the old ones according to native legends. We all just said "Yeah, um, okay." And stomped through the hills because we were really bored, but being here was better than sitting in class and listening to (yawn) her go on and on about rocks and stuff.
I felt myself getting sleepy, I knew it had to be the height
because the air was so thin in the mountains. I told my friend to wait because I just had to sit down. She said no, because we were trailing behind already and if we stopped again, the class would be over the ridge. I told her to just go on, I'd catch up after all, I had a map. We all had maps and the trail was marked very clearly, but I just had to rest. She said okay, but she was going to tell the teacher.
I told her, "I don't care if you alert George Bush and the 5th calvary, I'm stopping to rest! Period!"
No sooner did I say these things, I began to get really sleepy, next thing I knew I was trying to cuddle myself around this very warm boulder. I am here to tell you rocks are not soft, but they are very warm, this must be why snakes sun themselves on them to get warm. Here I was, up in the mountains at Carlsbad, on the outside, not in the caverns, snuggled up to some dumb rock, taking a nice quite nap. I guess I must have been asleep for about an hour maybe longer and I awoke with a slight chill. I opened my eyes, the sun was still very bright and it was still very hot. A Native American man was shaking me awake. He said nothing but he pointed to the direction, that I was supposed to be walking. He insisted that I get up. I tried my Spanish out on him, but he shook his head and just pointed in the direction. I got to my feet and his sort of gave me a nudge in that direction. I was just not in the mood to go that way, but he kept insisting. "Look, you don't own this place, leave me alone." I was getting really pissed off, I know we really screwed over the Native Americans when we took their land, but honest, it wasn't me or my family. Why pick on me, I was just resting.
He kept nudging me slowly towards the the rest of the class where we were supposed to camp that night. The sun was starting to set, I guess I hadn't really thought about how long I had been resting or that I might have to travel at night to find them. As the sun drifted behind the hues of purples and red hills, I begain to shiver. I stopped long enough to put on a pair of gloves and slide my arms into my jacket that had been tied around my waist. The old man never spoke he just made almost grunting sounds, I'm sure they were words, but If it's not American or Spanish, I'm at a lost. I might should have learned some of the dialets spoken here, but I really saw no point; it wasn't like I was planning to live and die here. I wasn't planning on being the next "Billy the Kid."
I could finally see a campfire in the distant, I told him it would be fine and that was probably my friends. He put his fingers to my mouth to keep me quiet and motioned for me to stay, He was the only adult and he seemed to know the area, so I found a place to sit while he checked it out. I waited and waited. And as I waited, I grew sleepy.
"WAKE UP! WAKE UP! Boris are you okay?"
"Of course, I'm okay, what's with you?"
"The search party from the Lincoln National Park have been searching for you for the past 7 hours, did you fall off the mountain or get off the trail? Where were you?"
"I just got tired, took a little nap and was never off the trail. Some old Indian dude woke me up and insisted I go this way. When I got cold he even loaned me his old blanket because I was still cold and shivering with my jacket and gloves, see?"
When I held up the blanket, there was nothing there...


I'm not sure if this is what you had in mind, but this is the best I could think up on short notice.