ANGEL CAUGHT ON CAMERA IN HOSPITAL

People in Charlotte are talking about an image caught on a security camera at Presbyterian Hospital.

People at the hospital say the image is an angel standing in the hospital's hallway.

The mother of a 14-year-old patient says her daughter is alive thanks to the angel.

THE KILLER CLOWN

John Wayne Gacy, Jr. (March 17, 1942 – May 10, 1994) was an American serial killer known as the "Killer Clown".

John Wayne Gacy Jr. was born in Chicago in 1942 and had a traumatic childhood: he was beaten and called "sissy" by his alcoholic father, suffered a head injury at age 15, and in 1968 was arrested for practicing sex acts with a couple in the bathroom of a bar. Gacy began killing in 1972, and his victims were all men. The boys received job offers went to Gacy's house, were drunk, tied to a chair and sexually abused.

In 1978, the Chicago police made a search in his house, number 8213 West Summerdale Avenue, interrogating him, John Wayne Gacy, amateur clown beloved by children of the city and that would never commit a crime. Big mistake.

Before leaving the police felt a strange smell in the house: "It's just a blockage in plumbing," said Gacy. But the police decided to investigate anyway.

In the basement, hidden under a trap door, were found the remains of twenty-nine boys between nine and twenty-seven years, with signs of torture, sexual assault and strangulation.

Between 1972 and 1978, the year he was arrested, convicted, and later executed, Gacy raped and murdered at least 33 young men and boys. Although some of his victims' bodies were found in the Des Plaines River, he buried 29 of them in the small crawl space underneath the basement of his home. He became known as "Killer Clown" because of the popular block parties he would throw for his friends and neighbors, entertaining children in a clown suit and makeup under the alias "Pogo the Clown".

In 1988, Gacy was sentenced to 21 life sentences and 12 death sentences. While waiting on Death Row in Menard Correctional Center in Illinois, Gacy spent his time drawing pictures for children, especially the clowns. His illustrations are considered collectibles, and reach high market prices.

THE DEMON´S CABIN

Once upon a time a very humble young man lived as nomadic, always seeking a cozy place to rest his animals.

One day when running for an abandoned place, he saw a very old cabin, which with no doubt would be abandoned for some time.

He then decided to stay there for one night. He tied his donkey and his two goatlings, then pulled the bag and outside the hat he was able to prepare his mesh. He preferred to stay on the outside, it didn´t feel good to get into the house.

Then he went to the woods to look for some wood so he could build a fire, soon it would be evening and he could not be at the mercy of the cold.

As he had experience in the forest, he lit his fire without much difficulty, took his canteen and decided to enjoy the starry night. The sky was beautiful, there were clouds clear, as the summer afternoons the wind was slowly making a single whistle, the perfect melody to sleep. He took another sip of brandy and felt his lips numb, took another sip and another and remembered that he had to feed the animals. He pulled the bag and poured some food for each. The pets were treated well, they were great company, always at his side, could be anytime or anyplace.

The sky was already dark and the cold was very gentle, he decided to get some sleep, it was not very late, but had been a long day and he needed rest. He slept almost immediately, lying on the cabin door. In the middle of the night woke half amazed, because his mesh was packing up with a tremendous force. That left him scared, he woke up and looked around, the night was dark, he wanted to sleep inside the house, but could not bear to leave their animals alone, there might be some wild animal and he wanted to be around to protect his friends . But then, what the hell, had shaken his mesh?

He pulled his gun and looked around to see if it was some animal, or some funny, which is unlikely. He heard a noise, almost a hiss, it seemed people talking... - Indians? - He looked again, but all stopped, no sound, not even the crickets natural sound. He found it all very strange, but decided to sleep again, he might have swung the mesh himself while sleeping, you never know.

He lay down again, but this time with the shotgun in his arms, as a cautious man knows it is better to look fool than irresponsible. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but it was not long and felt as if his knees were pushing on his back, turned almost immediately with a gun in his fists, but saw nothing. Right now found that it was more of a dream but something very strange.

He woke up again and went to get his animals, and as soon as he untied the first goatling, their hind legs seemed to float in the air, as if invisible hands were pulling them. The boy started screaming pulling the animal back, but the goatling was pulled with such force that it became impossible to stop, it was like twenty men to pull the other side. The animal cried in desperation and his legs were bleeding already threatening to break. In an act of despair, and sorry for the animal, he released him and let him go.

The goatling was pulled as it flew into the middle of the trees, there he heard a horrible noise of bones being broken.

He was on his knees and wept, wondering what was happening.

Even with the fear he went in search for the other animals and saw that the other goatling was also being pulled by that strange force. He fell to his knees and asked God to spare his life and the lives of his animals. Then the goatling fell to the ground, and he almost automatically picked up, then took colt, threw his wounded animal on his shoulders and ran away.

Ran into the jungle and when he turned his eyes to the house, he saw an old woman that looked horrible who smiled at him.

Nobody knows for sure what this woman said to him, people just say that he ran and got lost almost a whole day as crazy in the woods. Only after a while people found his pets and himself all wounded lying on a bed of river, his eyes staring at nothing.

It was long before he recovered himself and told what had happened, he just can not remember what happened after he looked at those eyes, which he said were totally evil.

MICHAEL JACKSON AND THE CURSE OF NUMBER 7

Now the new urban legend with the name of Michael Jackson is the strange connection of the "King of Pop" with the number 7. According to website TMZ, "many strange facts tie the life of Michael with the macabre number.

* Michael Jackson signed his will on 7/7/2002.

* A ceremony in honor of Michael was on Tuesday, 7/7/09 days, just 7 years after the signing of the will.

* Two of the biggest hits of the star ( "Black and White" and "Billie Jean") became the first of the charts for 7 weeks.

* The three largest and best album ( "Thriller," "Bad" and "Dangerous") put 7 songs on the charts of "Top 40".

* Michael was the 7th child of 9.

* The pop-idol was born in 1958, which when added give the two dozen 77.

* Michael died on 25, which also adds 7.

* Finally, Michael Jackson has 7 letters in his name and surname.

CORPSE IN THE SODA

An employee of a famous soft drink factory died suddenly at work and fell into the huge tank of liquid ready to be bottled.

At the time, no one noticed. His body was submerged for days, decomposing while the refrigerant was bottled.

Some consumers just found fingers and other parts of the body of the deceased inside the drink.

THE THEFT OF KIDNEY

One of the scariest urban legends was also one of the first to spread like plague with the popularization of the Internet, including in Brazil.

It would have been created in 1997, when an e-mail began circulating warning for the new and terrifying crime happened in some cities on the planet.

The victims at the beginning of the legend, were tourists or people traveling on business. At some bar in town, a stranger or a beautiful seductive stranger pulled conversation, inviting the visitor to go to a place more peaceful and offered a drink. Soon, the victim became dizzy and fainted. Waking up hours later in a bathtub full of ice. Next to the bath, a phone and a note: "Call the emergency service immediately."

Terrified, the people discovered a large incision in their back. Their kidney had been surgically removed to be sold on the black market of organs.

The panic has reached the point that health agencies of the United States mounted a campaign asking victims of murky coup to make contact. No one called. But the story yielded a short film that is still circulating through the network.

MACUMBA - RESPECT OR FEAR IT?

Rodhen was always a funny guy, even if it was something serious or even dangerous, he always sought to find in his sense of humor some security and peace for all.

There was a time, about fourteen years ago, he was quite young, had to travel to a country town to attend one of these local events. His mother would arrive the next day, then he would have to sleep in the house of Miss Zefinha.

He said she was already an old lady, but very nice, everytime they travelled to this little town they stayed in her house.

He had taken a few clothes, then took a bath and went to watch TV. He and Miss Zefinha talked a little. Zefinha said she would lie down a bit and asked him to call if her daughter came to work. He set out to do it and Zefinha went to sleep; after some seconds she returned and asked him not to touch in the offerings that were on the table.

Zefinha was umbandista (a kind of religion in Brazil) and knowing how Rodhen was playfull, decided to alert him in advance. He smiled and said there was no need to worry cause he would only watch TV and anything more.

Zefinha went to the bedroom and Rodhen stayed in the living room. Sometime at night he began to feel hungry, looked at the table and saw some popcorn in a strange bucket.

He got up and went to them:

- A popcorn will not be missed by the saint.

He smiled and took some... They were delicious, were made in olive oil. Then rose again and took a few more, as he was distracted looking at the TV dropped half the contents on the floor. Was frightened seeing the dirt that was done, was sneaking into the kitchen, grabbed a broom and started sweeping.

He took a sheet of cardboard and used it as a shovel, then joined the popcorn and put them back in the bowl, even with sand, dust and other dirt from the floor.

He sat on the couch and returned to watching TV. He felt a cold wind in the left ear. He felt the hairs on his neck stood on end. He looked to the side and saw no one, thought to call Zefinha, but no doubt she would find out he had appointed some, the solution was to wait for Marlene (daughter of Zefinha) come home from work and ask her some help. Looked at TV, but could not concentrate.

He began to feel a sickness, a pressure in his stomach, it was like throwing up, went into the bathroom and tried to vomit, but when forced to mouth, what came out was not popcorn, but the word.

- Now just Zifin mi! You are my offering.

He began to cry, was horrible that feeling, never felt such panic in life. How those words could come out of his mouth without his consent?

He felt his mouth and lips twitched, he began to laugh and turn the body in a counterclockwise direction, no longer had control over himself. He felt something cold in his arms and even with the blurred vision he could see the face of Miss Zefinha, she spent a few leaves in his arms and said things he could not hear. He just reminds her give him a slap on the forehead and passed out.

Woke up and was lying outside the house, there were Zefinha and one elderly black man and with him was a dark young man dressed in white. Zefinha talked with Mr Black. Rodhen was lying face up, and with eyes half-closed he looked. Zefinha said something like:

- Let him alone, he didn´t mean to bother... let him. I promise I will make a new offering, even better.

The dark young man looked directly at him, grabbed a white hat and put on his head. He smiled with a layered look to him, with eyes that looked like two holes targeting Rodhen and said:

- Be careful kid, I´ll still come back to teach.

The man walked slowly toward the woods and was gone.

Rodhen felt for the first time the price of his curiosity.

Today if you ask him:

- Rodhen! You have the fear of macumba?

He answers:

- I do not... I respect.

Does he really respect or fear it?