Roofie Ruthie

© Michael L. Emery

Ruth was a simple girl....a good girl.
She did her homework before watching television, made sure her chores were done every night, and never gave her parents any headaches.

During the summer after graduating High School, Ruth did her first "naughty" thing: She went to a party.
Not some "wild keger" or anything like that, it was rather tame by most people's opinion; about ten people, domestic beers, and listening to top 40 music as they played board games. Ruth had a sip of beer from one of her girlfriend's bottle and that was the extent of her crazy antics. Her parents however were very strict non-drinkers, so to Ruth that one little sip was being a bad girl...well, that and lying to her parents about alcohol being served. She was so worried that her parents would smell the micro-scent of alcohol that she went to the bathroom and gargled before leaving.

It wasn't until her second year in college before Ruth ever drank another drop of alcohol.
The party was being thrown by her sororiety, and though it took some peer pressure, Ruth finally broke down and had a beer. She hated the taste but didn't want to look like a baby in from of her "sisters." During the party she was given a colorful shot and told to try it. It had a pretty color, and after taking a very tiny sip she noticed it was a little sweet. Sweet was better to her than the "blech" taste of beer. After having two, she felt a nice warming feeling and was getting buzzed. She liked that feeling and wondered why her parents made drinking sound so evil. She didn't want to go too crazy though, so she figured one beer and two "whatever those were called" was enough. She was getting tired anyway, so she snuck away and went to bed.
The next morning she had a bad stomach cramp. Her girlfriend told her it was probably because she mixed beer with hard liquor. In that case, Ruth decided, no more mixing like that.

She did not want to become a party girl, so Ruth limited herself to one party a month...one party where she did any drinking, anyway. She found that she liked mixed drinks and flavored shots best, though she could only handle a few before she felt too buzzed and tired to party anymore.

And then came the month that she missed her period. She wasn't all that worried, since she was still a virgin. Though she had broken a few promises to her parents by this time, she honored her promise to not have sex until she was married.
Three days went by, no period...then five. Now a little concerned, she went to a doctor.
The result: She was pregnant.

How could this be possible? Was immaculate conception actually, truly, a real thing? She wondered if it was at all possible if she had been hand-picked by God to Mother the second coming of Christ. Until she could make sense of it, she was not going to tell her parents.

Ruth told no one, not even her bestest BFF, Katie.

Then one night, Ruth had a strange dream. It was a hazy dream, splinters of images and sounds. Some of the images seemed to be from that party she went to during her second semester of college. And then as if a curtain had been pulled back, she saw a flood of images...images of some strange guy having sex with her.
"My morning stomach cramp!" she said to herself, as she bolted awake. "I was raped!"
That memory seemed to have unlocked a sea of other memories...memories of every party she had consumed a drink...and in every single one, she recalls a different guy having sex with her.

In her head she tried to count how many parties that was, how many times she had obviously been raped.
She burst into tears...it had happened 11 times!

She quickly called her best friend, Katie, and told her all about it. Katie told her it sounded like she had consumed drinks with roofies in them. Ruth had never heard of those, so Katie explained what they were and what affect they had. Ruth felt so very stupid. She could not believe that this could happen to her, and happen so many times!

Distraught and confused, Ruth hung up and went for a walk to calm down.
She did not know how long she had been walking, she only knew that she had to end her pain.
So she returned to her dorm room...went to the bathroom and drew a bath....then took a bottle of her roomate's sleeping pills from the cabinet, and a razor blade. She then layed down in the bath...took the whole bottle of pills...then cut her wrists, and went to sleep.

Rumor has it that her spirit is so enraged and so filled with pain, that she haunts parties and nightclubs, seeking out people who try to drug unsuspecting women.
Apparently in Chicago, someone claims they saw a female spirit with bloodied wrists walk right through a wall, and later it turned out a guy in that room had died from blood loss after having his..."equipment"...cut off.
A similar story in Las Vegas claims that a few people saw the same kind of spirit moments before some guy jumped off the balcony of a club atop one of the casinos.
In the UK, someone claims to have seen a ghostly figure following behind a guy with a very intoxicated woman leaving a pub, and the guy ended up found in a ditch with his head turned backwards.
Then there's the story in Mosmon, Australia, where two people swear they saw a ghost, who had blood dripping from the wrists, at a party, which followed a guy into the bathroom, and the guy apparently slipped and cracked his skull wide open on the toilet.

Is Roofie Ruthie real?
If she is, it seems obvious why she's only killing males.