My mother taught me how to roll my eyes up in the back of my head, so I looked like a zombie. She had me keep doin\' it, then one day, she told me my eyes could get stuck in the back of my head doin\' that. I didn\'t believe her, so one day we are walkin\' and there is this guy with his eye screwed up, and she pointed to him and said "see, he done it one to many times and now he can\'t see and his eyes are like that forever..", mind you I was little, so I was scared to death.
Also, she use to let me watch horror movies when I was around five or six and then tell me how they was real and they lived in our TV and when I went to bed they was goin\' to come and kill me. It would take me forever to fall asleep and when I did, she would sneak outside and scrape on my window like Freddy from Nightmare on Elm Street. Or sit all my stuffed animals up and make it like they was staring at me while I was asleep, after I would watch Childs Play (the movie with Chucky, the demented doll). From this day, I am still scared of stuffed animals.
Before I could read, she would hold papers up and tell me I was adopted and if I didn\'t take out the trash or do something, that she would give me back,etc. I\'d scream and beg not to be given back to these "parents" I didn\'t even know.
Sometimes she would pretend she was dead and lay in the floor when I was little. I\'d get scared and start crying, then she would let me know she was alive. She did it once and I decided she was lying so I took a broom and hit her in the face with it. ... She never played dead again.
That is about all the urabn legends I have and they aren\'t even really urban legends.