Story - The Hook

This makes a good campfire story for youth.  

The reports had been on the television and internet all day.

Some crazy man had escaped from the state asylum. They were calling him the Hook Man since he had lost his right arm and had it replaced with a hook. He was a killer, and everyone in the region was warned to keep watch and report anything suspicious.

But this didn't interest Jane. She was more worried about what to wear on her date with Johnny.

Johnny and Jane went to a movie, and afterward, Johnny drove his car to a romantic spot near the lake.  The two sat in the car and began kissing.  The radio was on and the music was interrupted by a news bulletin - an insane killer with a hook in place of his right hand was loose in the area. Suddenly, the dark, moonless night didn't seem so romantic to her. The lover's lane was secluded and off the beaten track. A perfect spot for a deranged mad-man to lurk, she thought, pushing her boyfriend away.

"Maybe we should get out of here," she said. "That Hook Man sounds dangerous."

"Awe, c'mon babe, it's nothing," her boyfriend said, trying to get in another kiss. She pushed him away again.

"No, really. We're all alone out here. I'm scared," she said.

They argued for a moment. Then the car shook a bit, as if something…or someone…had touched it.

She gave a shriek and said: "Get us out of here now!"

"Jeeze," her boyfriend said in disgust, but he turned the key and went roaring out of the lover's lane with a screeching of his tires.

They drove home in stony silence, and when they pulled into her driveway, he refused to help her out of the car. He was so mad at Jane.

She opened the door indignantly and when she closed the door, she began to scream.

There it was on the door!

A bloody hook hung from the handle of the passenger-side door.

That's a true story and it happened right around here.