We like to write off curses. We say that everything has a rational and completely mundane explanation but at the end of the day might that just be because we don't want to live in a world where things like curses exist...? Might it be that we are in denial and scared that someone out there might have a grudge against our family and want to take their vengeance by using otherworldly forces?
The Curse of Little Bastard
On September 30, 1955, the Actor James Dean was killed in a car accident. His car Little Bastard was written off as a total loss by the insurance company but the wreck of the car was sold to Dr. William F. Eschrich, who raced the car and had a minor accident. But that's not's not what is interesting, what is interesting is that William Eschrich loaned parts from the car to a Dr. McHenry who was killed when Dr. Eschrich and Dr. McHenry were racing, with parts of Little Bastard in McHenry's Car.
Another part of the Curse of Little Bastard is that when being stored while awaiting an auto show, the car suddenly caught fire. And at the very end of this, while being transported across country in a sealed box car, Little Bastard vanished. As of right now, no one knows where Little Bastard is...maybe it has gone back to hell.
The Cursed Phone Number
The phone number 0888-888-888 is no longer issued because everyone who had it back when it WAS issued died. Both of them were shot to death, which to be fair isn't unusual since they were Bulgarian mob bosses and that might be a usual way of death for that kind of person. But the fact that both of them were in the same line of work, that they held the same phone number, and they both ate a bullet is fairly creepy.
The Last Words of Sarah Good
One of the first people accused in the Salem witch trials was a woman named Sarah Good. She was found guilty and sentenced to death by hanging. However, when she was on the platform she said to the Hanging Judge Nicolas Noyes, "You're a liar! I am no more a witch than you are a wizard, and if you take away my life, God will give you blood to drink!" Now normally I'd write this off but about twenty-five years later, Nicolas Noyes had a hemorrhage and did in fact die choking on his own blood. He was nine days away from his 70th birthday.