Anyone else into reading this stuff?
>> 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.
fena
