Urban Mythter

This is a true story. It happened to a fiend of a fiend. Apparently, there was this perfectly normal psychopath hiding in the back of a woman's car (he had had some problems opening the door with his sinister, prosthetic hook (which he had had fitted after his own hook had been been torn off when it got caught on another woman's car door handle)) when he had the uneasy feeling that he was not alone and, when he looked round, there was another, sinister, be-hooked psychopath already hiding in the back of the car. And the spooky thing was that, when he finally got round to murdering the woman, he asked her about the other psychopath and she said (well, screamed, really) that there was no other psychopath but that, spookily, there had been a psychopath in her car, but that the other psychopath had died (in another, hooked hand being torn off incident of the kind that plagues psychopaths) exactly four and a bit years ago.

It made his blood run cold*.

*Unlike the woman's blood which was, by this time, running first hot and then out.