Hello, my name is Psychotic Sally. Looking for a good scare?
Then I may have the story for you… Listen closely, little ones…
It was a stormy night in Bloomington. As the clock stuck twelve,
Petra took off her apron and stuffed it in her purse. Her shift was
officially over. Thank god, thought Petra, as she pulled on her coat
and headed out the door. Outside the wind blew in big gusts and
the rain violently poured from the sky. Water seemed to be coming
from every direction—drops even splashed up from the ground.
Petra only had to walk seven blocks back to her apartment, but the
weather was making her trip almost impossible. Just as she was
about to head back into the restaurant and ask for a ride from one
of the bus boys, she spotted a yellow taxi parked up ahead at the
It was a strange sight, since it wasn’t a big town and Petra had never
seen a taxi around the area. A sharp crack of lightning ripped through
the air. Petra quickly ran to the cab and jumped into the back seat.
“124 Grove Street, please,” she said to the man up front. He didn’t say
a word, just nodded his head and pulled the car away from the curb.
Petra could barely see out the windows as the car moved through town.
The rain had created a dark curtain which enveloped the entire cab. She
stretched out her legs. As Petra closed her eyes, she thought about taking
a bath once she got home. The warm water would feel good after her long
shift. It wasn’t more than two blocks before she drifted off to sleep.
When Petra awoke, she found herself lying on a cold, concrete floor. She was
groggy and the room—what appeared to be a room—was dark and murky.
A strange odor filled the space, like freshly dug grave. What happened?
Petra could feel her panic rising, the ball in her throat becoming larger and
larger. “Stop it,” she told herself, “I just need to get out of here.” She stretched
her arms out in front of her and began to walk forward, feeling for a wall or
a door, something that could give her clues to where she was. About 10 steps
in front of her, Petra ran into a concrete wall. It was cold to the touch and slightly
“Okay, I just need to follow the wall around, until I can feel a door.”
As Petra ran her hands along the wall, she began to notice a faint noise. It sounded
like banshee’s scream and it seemed to be coming from the other side of the wall.
Pretty soon, the noise was right beneath her palm. She quickly pulled her hand away
from the wall, but the sound became louder.
Backing away from the wall, Petra slipped and fell as the noise continued to reverberate
through the dark, cold room. Petra lay on the floor, her eyes throbbing in pain.
Creeeeakkkk…A large metal door opened and dim light filtered into the room. Two men
stood, outlined by the light. Petra, tried to get a look at their faces, but she couldn’t see
a thing. One of the men was holding some sort of ghostly lantern in one hand.
“She’s perfect, Rikki” he said. The other man just nodded and walked out the door.
“Please, please don’t hurt me…” Petra sobbed as the man began to walk toward her.
Now, she could see that his ghostly lantern was covered in blood. She tried to run
around him and out the door, but he grabbed her arm and a chunk of her hair.
Petra screamed in pain, but the man continued to drag her out the door into the dim
Three days later…
“I’m sorry, Rosa. Petra probably decided to pick up and leave. Sometimes young girls
do not want to be found. They want to create a new life for themselves.” the police
“But I know my daughter,” Rosa pleaded, “She would not just disappear.”
“I’m sorry, but there is nothing we can do. I’m sorry.” The officer picked up his hat and
headed out the door.
Rosa collapsed on the floor, sobbing. “Oh, Petra, please come back…”