Hook stories

The hook

One summer night, a teenage boy was going out on a date with his new girlfriend. He picked her
up at her house and they drove out to the edge of town. They parked t h e ca r in a secluded spot
that was a well-known Lovers' Lane.
As they gazed out at the lig h t s of the town, the boy put his arm around the girl and switched on
the car radio so they could listen to some romantic music. He leaned over and the young couple
began kissing and cuddling. Just as they were getting into the mood, the music suddenly stopped
and a news-reader's voice came on the radio.
"This is an emergency announcement. Earlier tonight, a crazed murderer escaped from the state
mental asylum. Police are warning citizens to be on their guard since the patient is considered
armed and dangerous. The insane killer is nicknamed "The Hook Man" because, after he lost his
right hand in an accident, it was replaced with a st eel hook. Everyone in the area should be on
the lookout for a man fitting this description. If you see anything suspicious, you should report it
to the police immediately."
The girl became frightened and asked to be taken home. She knew that the state insane asylum
was not far from the Lovers' Lane. She was also worried that the remote area where they were
parked was the perfect spot for a deranged madman to lurk.
The boy was feeling brave and assured his girlfriend that they were perfectly safe. He locked all
of the car door s, then tried to kiss her again. The girl became frantic and pushed him away,
insisting that they leave immediately.
In a huff, the boy slammed the car into gear and spun its w h eels as he pulled out of the parking
space.
On the way back to town they both calmed down, but the girl still held on tightly to her
boyfriend.
When they pulled up outside the girl's house, the boy got out of the car and walked around to
open t h e door for his girlfriend.
For a long time he just stood there, staring at the door. At first the girl couldn't figure out what
was wrong; then she realized that her door was still locked. She smiled and unlocked it.
Still, the boy just stood there.
The girl was puzzled and rolled down her w in dow . Then she saw that the boy was staring down
at the door handle. Slowly, she looked down herself and began to scream uncontrollably.
There, hanging from the door handle, was a bloody, stainless-steel hook.