This Urban Legend is one that has been lost to generations and has been passed through so many hands that the one real true story of what actually happened on that faithful night are lost to through the murky depths of false tales. Many people tell stories of Werewolves, Witches Vampires and the occasional Goblin, things that go bump in the night and crawl from their dark corners of the world to feast on the one or two innocent bystanders. This story, even though a legend, is one of the most looked into the story as the police records show that in fact a family was mauled to death by, what only could be described as, an animal attack. So get a blanket, lock your door, barricade the window and for god’s sakes turn on a light, we wouldn’t want any nasty surprises!

In a small town of Jericho, 90 miles from Wichita, there lived a young boy by the name of Jason. Jason was a normal seven-year old that loved to play in the outdoors and had a lovely family who lived beside the lovely old couple, Jenkins and the other couple, Richardson’s. The community was tight and Jason knew all the boys in the area, he didn’t care about girls then. Halloween was fast approaching and being in second grade was truly excited for the holiday, all the candy and fun his friends would have, my god!

Jason was never afraid of anything, films about vampires made him laugh, werewolves made him cry because he saw them as big fluffy dogs and witches were just mean cranky old ladies. The one thing he couldn’t look at though was the lady with the fingernails, she was horrible. His parents used to tell him stories about her but after Jenkins’s death, there were no more stories to be told. The Woman in question was known as Mary Harkins to her family, but to everyone else, she was known as the Clickitty Clack Woman. The reason for her abnormally long nails was due to the loss of her legs in a car accident and she figured out that her fingernails were so strong she could walk on them, the sound they made resonated with everyone that heard them.

One day when he was walking back from school he heard the noise, “clickity-clack, Clickity-clack, Clickity-clack” he ran and the sound followed him, it was getting faster as though she was running,” Clickity-Clack, Clickity- clack, Clickity –clack, Clickity-clack”. He burst through his front door in tears and shut the door. He ran upstairs and hid under the bed, he didn’t come out for the whole evening, not even for his dinner. The reason this happened was that Jason and a few of his friends had seen Mary earlier on that day. They jeered at her made faces at her and a few of the older boys joined in and had thrown rocks at her. She vowed that they wouldn’t live to see the sunrise and left with her awful fingernails clacking away. That night Jason would undo the latch on his door and go to his bathroom, the sound of clacking would be heard and then nothing. It spooked out Jason so much he ran into his parent’s room where it was strangely empty. He would go downstairs, turn the light on in the kitchen and there lying in their own blood with their throats ripped would be Jason’s parents. He would look up and there outside the window holding up a bloody hand full of razor sharp fingernails was the clickity-clack woman. Jason ran and hid in the cupboard but it was of no use. The last sound that Jason heard was Clickitty-Clack Clickity-clack, Clickity clack.