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>> Prominently displayed in the children's section of the Houston Downtown Public Library, among several others of the same title, My First Cookbook appears as a run-of-the-mill children's cookbook, complete with large print, simple instructions, colorful, friendly illustrations and a somewhat disproportionate desert section. In fact, the only major deviation from this theme is an article near the end of the book entitled "A Recipe for Success". This is a complex, macabre ritual involving human sacrifice, self mutilation and sacrilege, as well as more curious and innocuous practices such as walking down a stair case with a prime number of stairs taking them two at a time and then up it taking them three at a time. It's written in the same cheerfully simple prose as the rest of the book and accompanied by the same helpful, pastel drawings.

>> On the night of September fourteenth, 1968, a mysterious package was delivered to the Police Department of the small town of Elburn, Illinois. The package, an innocuous brown paper parcel, is reported to have been delivered by a young man in jeans and a black T shirt driving a black Mustang. He was cheerful enough, and when the officer who accepted the package asked him what it was, he simply shrugged and said, "Hell if I know." The officer inspected the package, a box about 1'x8"x4" wrapped in completely unmarked brown paper and seal with scotch tape, and realized that there was no postage or even a return address. Looking up to query the messenger, he found the young man--and his Mustang--to be gone. The officer was concerned, which was why he didn't think much of the black wolfhound siting silently on the other side of the street. The officer immediately alerted the other officers on duty (there were four) with suspicions that the box might be a bomb of some sort. Another of the officers was unconcerned and promptly ripped away the paper to reveal a plain cardboard box. Opening that, they all gasped in shock and stepped away in fear.

Inside the box was an elaborately made pocketwatch of black metal, upon the cover of which were reliefs of the faces of the four officers screaming in terror and pain.

Needless to say, they were disquieted. After racking their brains trying to see if they knew of anyone who would have done this, the officer from the front desk looked out a window to notice the wolfhound just outside, staring back at him calmly. It made him nervous, but he turned back to what he considered more pressing matters. After some debate, the decided to open the pocket watch, and found a seemingly normal watch face and polished cover interior, where the word "FATE" had been embossed. Upon closer inspection, they noticed that the watch's hands were not moving, and that they were fixed to 12:29. This watch featured a date dial as well, and this is where the officers began to get frightened. The date read "November 30th, 1997".

Nothing was ever made of this strange watch or it's deliverer, and the officers kept it a relatively close secret, with the exception of some friends and family members.

Come the evening of November 30th, 1997, the four now-aged cops got together at the home of one of them, bringing their guns and the strange watch. As best as can be guessed, they played bridge until just after midnight, at which point they kept an eye on the watch. The next morning, the eldest son of one of the men ventured upon the house to check on his father to find them all dead. Ballistics reports indicate that they shot each other, but two things were strange about the scene. The number and placement of the shots suggest that the men were firing wildly about the room at some unknown party, and that they shot each other out of accident. The other strange thing was the black wolfhound siting calmly in the midst of the shootout, the now ticking pocket watch dangling from his mouth. The canine did not belong to any of the men, nor could neighbors or family identify it. When investigators tried to free the watch frmo it's mouth, the hound barked once and fled the house, never to be seen again.

>>A young man and his new bride were honeymooning in Paris when his wife went into a restroom and didn't return.
With time the man began to fear the worst and went to the police, The police thought it was most likely the girl simply had second thoughts about the marriage, but they checked it out anyway and found no evidence of foul play
As weeks turned into months the man finally gave up on finding his beautiful wife but his life fell into a shambles he was so filled with grief.

Unable to hold a job or go on with his life, he took to wandering the world looking for anything that might ease his pain.
Years later in Borneo he came upon a freakshow in an old shabby building, he went in on a whim. In the last filthy cage he saw a twisted, scarred and mutilated woman rocking back and forth and groaning strange animal-like noises. He screamed as he recognized the birthmark on his wife's face.

>> There is a certain road near the Everglades in Florida, which, if you drive down it alone in the rain, day or night, you will suddenly have a very real feeling of being completely lost. Your radio will turn to static, your CDs will skip, and your tapes will play slower than normal. If you try to find a map in your car, it will have mysteriously vanished.

If you continue forward down the road for more than a minute, you will find that you can't turn around, and everything behind you is pitch dark. There are no other roads and no other cars.

Continuing down the road, you will come upon a fork with no signposts. In the middle of the fork, there will be a man, covered head to foot in various pieces of clothing. The only skin visible will be around his eyes, which will be bright green.

You must get out of your car, but do not turn it off or close the door after you. You must approach the man, but stop at least three feet away. You must stand there silently, waiting for him to speak first. If you break the silence first, you will find yourself back on a main road, but you will die within 24 hours.

If he speaks first, he will ask you what you require. Tell him that you need to know which road will take you to your destination. He will then ask you what you will offer him in exchange for his assistance. If you offer him a ride, he and your car will disappear, and you will become the new guardian of the crossroad. If you offer him an umbrella, he will take it and stab you through the chest. If you offer him your love, he will take your heart still beating from your chest and eat it, condemning you to walk the earth without a heart, insane from the pain and loss. You must offer him your loyalty and kneel before him. If you do this, he will close his eyes and bow in return, extending a hand to whichever path will lead you back to safety.

If you try to run from him, you will be dead before you reach your car, and your body will be found back in your car in some random location.

>>One night, I was up on my computer, just browsing aimlessly on the internet. It was hot outside, and the rest of the house was cool, so I had my fan in the open window, blowing out. At 12:34am, I heard a tap on the window screen, and when I looked out I saw first a pair of eyes with a look of hunger in them, then my eyes adjusted, and I realised it was my friend that I had ben hanging out with him at my house earlier that day. He asked if he could come inside and stay for a while. I told him that if my dad woke up, I could get in trouble for it, and that he had to leave (He lived close), so he did. The next day, I talked to him on the phone, and he told me that he had gone over to another friends house, about an hour away, and didn't get back till around 10am. I talked to my neighbor, and they confirmed, that she saw a figure in a black cloak, with a shadow over his face, a meat cleaver in one hand, the other one holding a sack over his sholder. She told me, she heard me talking to the figure, and that she figured it was one of my friends playing a prank on me.
Did I mention that I lived on the second floor of my house?

Kayro wrote:

>> There is a certain road near the Everglades in Florida, which, if you drive down it alone in the rain, day or night, you will suddenly have a very real feeling of being completely lost. Your radio will turn to static, your CDs will skip, and your tapes will play slower than normal. If you try to find a map in your car, it will have mysteriously vanished.

If you continue forward down the road for more than a minute, you will find that you can't turn around, and everything behind you is pitch dark. There are no other roads and no other cars.

Continuing down the road, you will come upon a fork with no signposts. In the middle of the fork, there will be a man, covered head to foot in various pieces of clothing. The only skin visible will be around his eyes, which will be bright green.

You must get out of your car, but do not turn it off or close the door after you. You must approach the man, but stop at least three feet away. You must stand there silently, waiting for him to speak first. If you break the silence first, you will find yourself back on a main road, but you will die within 24 hours.

If he speaks first, he will ask you what you require. Tell him that you need to know which road will take you to your destination. He will then ask you what you will offer him in exchange for his assistance. If you offer him a ride, he and your car will disappear, and you will become the new guardian of the crossroad. If you offer him an umbrella, he will take it and stab you through the chest. If you offer him your love, he will take your heart still beating from your chest and eat it, condemning you to walk the earth without a heart, insane from the pain and loss. You must offer him your loyalty and kneel before him. If you do this, he will close his eyes and undo his pants, making you suck him off until you die.

If you try to run from him, you will be dead before you reach your car, and your body will be found back in your car in some random location.

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