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RIVERSIDE CEMETERY
2/24/03:
Here's a particularly chilling submission by
Russell, who has also
offered two pictures he took of Riverside Cemetery's chapel this
past summer (see below).
I
lived around Riverside Cemetery when I was a kid and
used to play there before they built I-71. My brother and I
have always witnessed strange sounds/sights there when we were
younger. We have since moved away to Lorain county, but both
my parents and my two brothers are buried there and I visit a few
times a year.
One
snowy Saturday a few years back, I was in my car ready to leave from
visiting the gravesites when a young girl, 7-10 years old, in
pigtails carrying books on a strap, walked past my car dressed in
summer apparel. When I started my car to leave a few seconds
later, I looked around and she was gone. In those few
seconds she couldn't have gotten gotten more then 50 feet away and
it was all flat land where I was at.
My
brother, when he was in his teens, used to cut through the cemetery
on his way home. One night while going through, he started
hearing screams/ shouts that were almost on a deafening level.
I have seen weird snow footprints there over the years.
This last summer, I bought my grandson a new
camcorder that has the snapshot memories card. I took some pictures
on a visit there last summer. Here is a picture that I took at
the Riverside Cemetery Chapel.
Tell me what you think?
Webmistress Note:
Below is an "enhanced" close up of Russell's photo:
Another Webmistress
Note:
The cemetery's
chapel has a receiving vault in the basement, where coffins were
stored temporarily before being moved to the permanent resting
place. According to Vicki Blum Vigil, author of
Cleveland Cemeteries, one particularly strange story about the
chapel involves a funeral director whose young son died in the
1930's. The father was so overcome with grief that he could
not bring himself to bury his son. He regularly visited the
basement, sitting by his son's coffin and reading books out loud to
him. This went on for about 10 months, until he finally agreed
to bury his son.
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TOP 'O THE WORLD
12/27/03: Gun-toting apparitions, shadow dogs and hairy
man-apes....Oh my!
Coyote shares some freaky experiences and more legends about this
mysterious hill.
I did
some paranormal research and urban exploration up at Top O' The World in
the Falls a few years back when I lived in Akron for college. I had heard
that the place was haunted ever since I laid foot in Summit County but
took at simple urban legend. I mean, come on... Insane farmer, Satanic
cults, tons of other crap including horses riding through the sky. I
laughed it off. So I went up there one night with a friend carrying
only basic ghost hunting supplies; an electronic temperature gauge, a
cheap camera, flashlights and a tape recorder with a shotgun mic. Well,
nothing too remarkable happened until we got up near the barn. I left the
tape recorder running for about 5minutes as we scoped the joint on foot.
After a boring and uneventful five minute break I went back, picked up the
tape recorder and got ready to head back home. I was extremely unimpressed
and rather disappointed. And here's where the fun started.
As I walked back to my car I felt something heavy on my left shoulder and
then heard a loud bang. I whipped around and exclaimed some rather
colorful words about how you really don't want to mess with me and yada,
yada,yada...
That caught my attention enough to come back for a more formal
investigation. When I reviewed the barn door tape towards the end of the
recording were some strange, unidentifiable metallic sounds followed by a
clear, funny- sounding voice saying, "Get down". Later, I reviewed this
tape with a friend of mine, who then dashed to his room, produced an old
flintlock rifle and ran the ramrod down the barrel a few times for me to
hear it. Sure enough it was the same sound that proceeded the voice on the
tape. One can only make assumptions on what ghostly artifact was resting
on my shoulder and what made that big bang noise.
Following that went back almost every other night for about a year. Tried
a few more EVPs and really didn't get anything very impressive except for
a background train although the trains haven't run through that part of
the valley in quite a few years. Along with that, some fun pictures of
both the inside of the house and barn along with seeing what looked like a
"shadow" dog one evening. From being inside both the house and barn many,
many times I must admit that it looked like some "cult" activity had taken
place there but probably not until after the rumors had already
circulated. The basement of the house was littered with empty beer cans
and the barn had a Pentagram marked on the floor in cheap, acrylic red
paint along with a few broken candles. The main floor of the barn has
nothing remarkable in it except for Metroparks groundskeeper equipment and
some owls and bats during the summer months. I've never felt
threatened or that there was anything with bad intent there, however. Many
people say its a nasty place to be at nighttime but I used to go up there
all the time by myself at 1 or 2 AM to time and chrono my paintball guns.
Most of the lights you see that everyone thinks are ghosts are nothing
more then fireflies and the eyes in the woods are from some REALLY big
possums that like to hang out up there after dark. But it was always
a blast to go to the Top O' The World on Friday the 13th and watch all the
teenage kids show up at midnight looking for a cheap thrill.
I've heard many stories of a big, black furry thing attacking cars as they
leave this side of Hampton Hills Metropark. I, personally, have never
experienced any of this, but a friend's uncle was on a camping trip once
upon a time in the same area and was chased along a trail by, what he
called, a big, black, hairy ape. Another friend of mine in Akron claimed
that a black man-thing chased his car all the way down the hill and
managed to keep up with it at 60 mph. I have no idea what this has to do
with the mad farmer legend of the place, however it might tie into the
burial ground theory.
8/11/03: One
former Cuyahoga Falls resident,
Autumnlane28nospam@aol.com, shares her
experiences at Top 'O the World (we think), as well as a twist on the
Seven Barns legend.
When I
was fourteen, which is eight years ago, some friends and I would
continuously go these houses. There were two: one up a little closer than
the other and a little distance between the two. There was a barn in the
back, like a little shack thing, and I believe a little out house.
The first
couple of times we went we would just drive by and check it out. At first
we would only hear whistles but it was really weird. They would come from
almost every direction, then it sounded like they were right on top of us.
One time while at this place, our car started blowing cool air, shifting
funny, and then it just wouldn't run. We had to pull over and sleep for
the night.
The next
time, we decided to go during the day, park at the Humane Society and walk
over to check out stuff. We walked around the first house and tried
to get inside, but everything looked as if it was boarded up except for
one window in the upstairs. We went to the further house and looked
around. We looked down into the basement window and it was flooded. We
went back to the barn and checked things out. Back there, we heard a lot
of noises.
The front
house was the most mysterious to me. We went back to the front house and
discovered a phone book from I believe 1969, which I don't have but wish I
did. As we were looking around, we noticed the window upstairs had a
candle lit in it. As we were looking at it, the curtain just swung open.
At that point we took off for the time.
I
returned later that week with some other friends of mine and my boyfriend.
We pulled all the way up to the houses in a truck. On the ground on the
side of the front house was a I guess you could say an underground
entrance that we never noticed because of the snow. My boyfriend and his
brother went in by themselves. Next thing you know, they come running out
screaming. They told me that the basement was sectioned into three areas
and in each area there were skeletons of people. Well that scared us and
we left. The very next day, some of my other friends went and they
reported to me that they had gone in and all the floors were caved in.
Now I
have heard the story about the seven barns, but I was told a different
story about these houses. I was told that back in the woods, there used to
be a mental hospital. While it was in operation, five people
disappeared. Two had supposedly died and the other three were said to be
staying at this property and had never been seen again. These were
supposed to be the skeletons they had said they seen.
12/17/02:
Aftermath
shares his childhood memories of touring this house during its brief
public opening in the late 70's, and provides some compelling new details
about the former inhabitants, including <gasp> some possible abandoned
graves on the property:
In the late 70's the house was indeed
open to the public for a tour for a very short time. All the rooms had the
belonging's of the Adams Family as you toured the rooms. Personal effects
(glasses, hair care, I mean everything, I specifically remember the
glasses because I had to wear them at such a young age, I saw those old
style ones and was fascinated at how different glasses were in those days
compared to mine, which was sporting "Bionic Frames"). The tour was brief,
and not all rooms were open. There was a tour guide most of the time.
However, I do remember going there one
time and the house was open, but was not having guided tours. The rooms
were roped off so there were only thin paths through each room, and of
course signs asking that no one touch anything. The guide also related
stories about the family as well, but I can't remember them. I also
remember specifically being told this was the last summer it would be open
as the house was physically sinking on one side, and the house did indeed
have a nasty lean, especially noticeable on the porch. I was only 8 at the
time (making it the summer of 1978), but I remember frequenting Top often
on
picnics with my mother, and we did indeed tour that house a few times.
I will definitely say that house did
have a feeling to it. I'm not sure if this was simply due to the age and
unfamiliarity of the antiquities contained therein, but it indeed was a
creepy place. I remember loving it though, and I think after the
first time, I wasn't interested in the items inside so much as the feeling
I got when going there. I requested going there many times as a kid. Very
much a "butterflies in the stomach" thing.
My Mom recalls a couple of more bits:
There was a square cut in the wall in
the main room, to show that the entire house was insulated with horse
hair. Fairly weird, but yeah you could see the different types of
hair lining the house. Also, she remembers in the "kitchen" they had
a large hearth to do all their cooking/heating water for washing.
She also seems to remember them saying
that the family was indeed buried up there, except for the OLDEST child,
who moved on to Pittsburgh. However, the location of the graves is not
known, but they are speculated to be on the grounds somewhere.
Presumably, they got lost within the overgrowth by the time it became a
park.
6/09/02:
Submitted by
lilacacid1313nospam@yahoo.com
Since I was 16, myself and my brother and
all our friends have gone up to Top of the World. Most
commonly at night. . . For 4 years now, I have gone up there, I know the
immediate area of the house and barn like the back of my hand. I've been
inside both various times as well as the surrounding woods.
I have seen the man in black in the high
grassy area, been chased out by him, been chased out by a guy in black on
horseback, been chased out by what I can only describe as half-man,
half-wolf. I've seen spirits of dead children playing in the area around
the parking lot and in the parking lot itself, one in particular that got
close enough to me was a young girl, maybe about 5 or 6, in a blueish
printed dress playing with a ball. the other child I saw from about 10 ft.
away was a slightly older boy dressed in overalls.
The night Debby's car was tossed from the road I was in our friend Chris's
van watching from between his
and the passenger seat as something large and black plowed into the side
and lifted it, then watched as
something on the other side threw the car back onto the road. Shortly
after Chris slammed the brakes and I
flew to the back of the van ;). Later as we returned to our friend's house
we inspected the large dent on
the side, and there is NO WAY it could be a tree or rock that had done
it.. the shape, size, and imprint
were far different from those that a tree or rock could make upon a car.
In one incident myself and my friend Matt had found a way into the house,
we didn't break in, the board was missing and a hole large enough for a
person to squeeze through allowed us access. We went through out the
house... one thing I noticed on several occasions while up there was dog
paw prints (they were too large to be raccoon and definitely were not a
cat) leading up onto the side porch and through the doorway, on the inside
of the house I noticed from that doorway the paw prints lead in and down
to the basement as well as breaking off and leading upstairs, there were
no return prints... quite odd...
We went into one of the upstair
bedrooms, there was a small doorway leading to a crawlspace. It was very
dark and our flashlight was real crappy so we weren't gonna chance falling
through the ceiling. though as we looked into it I could feel something
watching us from both inside and from the doorway at the same time...It
was at that time a real quick temperature drop happened from the room and
we decided it was time to get out. Smething else odd, what looked like a
dark brownish redish spot on the floor upon closer
inspection seemed to be something akin to dried blood that stained the
floor, we had no idea what it could
have been. As we were leaving through the window I had this horrible
feeling something was on it's way up
from the basement, and it definitely did NOT want us inside right then.
There was also the lights... in the trees moving blinking large lights
moved around, sometimes coming
out as far as the parking lot, then disappearing...one went through me
before... felt cold and like the
feeling when your leg falls asleep or something where it entered and
exited my chest and back.. there is no
chance it could be lightnin' bugs, they aren't that big, don't move that
fast, and can't go through a body.
Top of the World is not always a scary place, this past 4th of July myself
and my ex went up there and
managed to watch both the fireworks from Blossom and from downtown Akron,
quite remarkable and breath taking from that view point.
Those are some of the incidents that currently stand out in my mind from
the past 4 years of going up there, the first summer we were there
literally every night, sometimes twice. Though many many other things
have happened while I was there, but as AlmightyScorpion said, and I
agree, don't go up there alone at night and don't go up there without a
group.. I'd like to add, don't go up there under the influence, it seems
to piss off the spirits quite a bit and is quite disrespectful to them,
not to mention dangerous considering there are invisible holes that you
are likely to break an ankle tripping in.
Though I have moved to NC for the time being, I really miss going to Top
of the World. I must make the comment though, the whole Highland
Square/Walhaven/Valley area seems to have it's spirits.. some good... some
bad... some are ones that you just really really don't want to get
involved with and I wonder if there is a way to put them at rest...
5/31/02:
Here's a chilling tale as submitted by Alan:
My friend and I went to hike at Top of the
World one evening in the fall. It was around 6-7 in the evening and it was
still light out.
I did not realize that the hiking trail
there is a very long one and I kept thinking we must be nearing the end as
it got darker and darker, but we weren't. The darkness is compounded by
all the trees and by the time we were half way or so it was getting really
hard to see very far in front of us at all. Finally, it got so dark that
we could only see a few feet ahead and we both wished that we were done
and back at the car.
When it was finally pitch black out we
found ourselves at the top of a hill not too far from the road and at a
point where the trail descended again down into the woods and away from
the road. Right as we were about to start down the hill we heard a loud
cracking/thwacking sound come from the valley we were about to descend
into. It sounded to me like someone smacking a large stick against a tree
trunk. It was much too loud to be some woodland creature stepping on a
falling branch. I would have dismissed it as a rotten branch breaking and
falling from a tree but then it was repeated several times and definitely
sounded deliberate. This stopped us in our tracks and we stood at the top
of the hill not wanting to start down any longer.
Then came the
really creepy sounds. There were sounds that sounded like coughing,
rustling and then some sort of moans or short wails. It really didn't
sound like an animal down there and I couldn't imagine a person being
there or making the sounds either. It was pitch black and we saw no sort
of flashlight or anything coming from the location of the sounds. At this
point we got really freaked out. There was no way were going down into the
darkness to find out where the noises were coming from. They seemed to be
almost directly beneath us in this valley and not too far away.
We stood there for several minutes
listening and getting nervous. Looking around we saw the road 50-100 feet
away through a field of waist high growth. Confronted with the choice of
continuing on the hiking trail or hightailing
it through the brush to the road, we chose the road.
We tramped through the
prickers and other plants as fast as we could and finally made it
to the road where there were sporadic street lights. We walked along the
road for about a quarter mile or so until we were at the bottom of the
hill and the road that leads up to Top of the World where our car was
waiting. Needless to say, we were very glad to get the hell out of there.
I do not have any theories on what was
there making the noises but it seriously didn't sound like animals. It
could have been people because whatever made the cracking and rustling had
to have been large, but the wails did not sound like a person. I can't
imagine anyone being down in the dark there with no light, this was still
somewhere in the middle of the trail and we certainly would never have
been there if we weren't so stupid as to start so late. When we made it
back to the parking lot there were no other cars there.
This was one of
the only times in my adult life when I got seriously freaked.
4/21/02:
Here's an account of one Akron-area resident's experiences with this
notorious site, as submitted by
AlmightyScorpionnospam@msn.com:
Hi. I read that you're going to be
opening a Top of the World section, and thought that I'd relate to you
several incidents in that place.
Around four years ago, several friends, my wife (girlfriend at the time)
Debby, and myself decided to go up to the Top of the World Metropark.
We were having a fun time, when our friends Jay and J.D. decided they
wanted to walk through the tall grass to the trail that cut through the
center of the patch. After a few seconds, we saw a man dressed
completely in black walking down where the trail was. Then he
quickly stopped, and fell forward onto his face with a loud thud. We assumed it was Jay and J.D. But as
soon as that happened, I looked in closer and saw that they had only
reached halfway- their heads were poking slightly above the grass.
They quickly turned back and bolted for us. We then left real
quickly.
We returned several times in the following
weeks, and each time it got worse. For instance, the sky appeared to
lower to us, we've heard crazy things coming from the house and barn, and
speaking of the house- the porch would seem to disappear in a thick
blanket of darkness, making it impossible to see the doorway.
Probably the wierdest thing to have
happened was to me and Debby. During one of the little excursions to
the place, something scared all of us (there were approximately a dozen of
us). We all jumped in our vehicles, and started leaving.
Debby had a 1984 Oldsmobile Cutless Sierra, and there were approximately 4
people in it, including myself, Debby's cousin and his girlfriend at the
time.
We were the first in line to get out, and
as we rounded the bend, we felt the back end of the car lift up, get
tossed to the left, caught, and thrown to the right, where we hit
something very hard and looked very big and dark. Debby's cousin, Les
cracked his head against the rear passenger's side window. I nearly
hit my head, but got my arm up to brace in time.
We got back to our friend's house and got
out of the car. I had to get out via the driver's side door (as did
Les)- the passenger's door wouldn't open. Before we could get out,
the five or six people in our friend Chris's van jumped out and told us
that something black jumped out, picked up the back end, and chucked it to
the left. Something else grabbed it, and chucked it back. The
thing that grabbed it the first time had moved forward to the area of the
passenger's side door (between Les and myself) when the car got flung into
it. We didn't stop to think of taking a picture of the damage, but
everyone that night saw it for themselves.
I thought it was rather crazy, until I
rounded the car and looked at the two foot wide dent into the side of the
car- near Les's head. The entire door was dented in along the
doorjam, and handled very poorly. The next day, Debby's father
looked at the car and gave us the bad news- the frame was bent. It
would cost a lot of money to fix. He asked us what happened, and we
told him. He said to go back to the park and see if we hit a large
tree or a big rock instead.
So we went back that day, and got out of
the car. We walked the entire area around the bend and treeline.
There weren't any signs of the car spinning out (it's a front wheel drive
car anyway), nor was there any sign in the grass of the car sliding.
There also wasn't any large boulders, and the thickest tree measured 4
inches thick.
Undaunted we've returned several times with
people, one time we were in Chris's van when the man in black chased us
out of the park, and down the hill to the intersection. As soon as
we rounded the bend, he ran into the woods.
The classic "crazy farmer who killed his
wife, kids, cattle, and hung himelf in the barn" story started
circulating, however when Debby researched it. According to the
Akron Metroparks web site,
http://www.neo.rr.com/MetroParks/info-menu.html the
park's (Officially named O'Neil Woods) history is as follows:
"In 1972, the family of William and
Grace O'Neil donated their family farm to the Metro Parks. The park was
named in honor of the founder of the The General Tire and Rubber Company,
whose son, M. Gerald O'Neil, served nine years on the Board of Park
Commissioners, seven years as chairman.
"The wooded retreat was leased to the
Metro Parks in 1969 for public use and later the gift was made outright.
The O'Neil family had used the land for gentleman farming, horseback
riding and family gatherings for two decades beginning in the 1930s. Their
horses came from the well-known Van Sweringen stable of hunters and
jumpers. Fifty head of Herefords also grazed the land. The barn along Bath
Road is a reminder of the park's past."
Maybe there's older history. After
all the entire valley area used to be all native american land. In
fact there are several memorials to both native americans and settlers
that have been murdered throughout the area.
If you go to the Top of the World, bring
other people. There is something there that doesn't want company at
night, and will make you leave.
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THE ASHTABULA TRAIN DISASTER
10/9/05: The
Ashtabula ghosts are apparently getting more creative, and
technologically savvy, in spooking the daylights out of ghost
hunters. As Nick
explains:
My
friends and I were daring enough to go to the Chestnut Grove
Cemetery over a cold October weekend. There were 3 of us on the
first night. We only stayed for about 10 minutes because my
friend got really scared. After we were there, we were all
sitting in my friend's car, and the windows got fogged up. A
bear face was drawn on my friend's window. She said she had
never seen it before, and it was so perfect that it could not have
been done by hand.
While we were sitting in her car, my cell phone made a weird noise,
so I looked at it and it said "Calling Mom 2:56, 2:57, 2:58" and the
minutes kept moving up saying I was talking to her. So I was
saying hello? hello? but no answer. So I tried hitting END on
my phone but nothing happened. I flipped it down and now it
said I was talking to "unkown."
The
next night, we saw a LOT of shadows and heard a lot of noises.
We also saw some crazy lights. We looked inside Collins'
Mausoleum, and saw a pop can in there from the 40's with the peel
back lid...it was really weird.
1/02/05:
Joe
and his son visited the site on the
anniversary of the Ashtabula Train Disaster to do a little ghost
investigation, and shares their surprising results:
My
son and I went to the trestle on the Anniversary of the Train
Disaster. We took pictures and recorded E.V.P. at the site, hoping
to see or hear something. Of course, we saw little and heard less.
But, my son did see what he described as a woman. But, it
wasn't until I got the pictures developed and listened to the E.V.P.
that I was in shock. There were several pictures of ghost phenomenon
and a voice on our tape. The voice called out for a woman named
Martha. Not knowing the names of the people who died in the
Disaster, I went online to find out. To my surprise, there were two
women named Martha who died in the wreck. A month earlier, we went
to Cedar Grove cemetery to take pictures of the monument. On that
film we found orbs. All this is for my sons school report--I hope he
gets a good grade for all the effort we've put in.
5/27/02:
Here's some input by one very learned and observant reader
Hello,
Was looking at your neat Dead Ohio web page and being a RR
engineer checked out your Ashtabula train disaster, great page! but
you have the wrong bridge photos on your page. It's the next RR
bridge to the North in the valley that you want photos of. The
photos you show are the ex NKP ex N&W , NS bridge which is single
tracked which I have been on trains over many times. The LS&MS bridge
which the accident occurred on became New York Central then Penn
Central then Conrail and now CSX was originally a single track
bridge but was double tracked in the New York Central era and the
abutments are now different since things were widened. The story has
always fascinated me and being a railroader and collector I have
always looked for articles and photo's of the disaster. I'm not
trying to criticize your article just wanted to let you know that
you want the next bridge North.
Sincerely,
FAST-FREIGHT
Thanks,
Fast-Freight. I also believe that this story is very
fascinating and so historically significant that its accuracy is
much more important than a few "cool" photos. Therefore, I
will be pulling the current bridge photos until the location
is confirmed. I will then post new photos of the "proper"
bridge to ensure the integrity of this page.
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THE MOONVILLE TUNNEL
10/18/03:
Fast-Freight
recently conducted
an investigation of Moonville with his wife, and uncovers a little-known
death at Moonville Tunnel. Here are the gruesome (and fascinating)
details:
My wife and I did a spur of
the moment trip down to Moonville on October 16th, 2003. It was my 4th
trip to the tunnel. We arrived around 5:45pm. I first had to
walk back through the rock cut site of the Dec. 26 1939 wreck.
Whenever I come to this wreck site, the temperature seems to drop at least
15 degrees.
I then walked down to Raccoon
Creek, which would be the second stream crossing just West of the tunnel. I
have been mystified by a large rock that is submerged down in the middle of
the creek. Carved into this rock in the middle of the creek are the
letters MOON. There seemed to be additional carvings, but they were
hard to read, and the depth and current of the creek made it difficult for
me to feel the rest of the letters. After getting all wet, I decided
to put this off until we get warmer weather, when the creek is low.
My wife and I reached the
tunnel at about 6:10pm. It was still daylight but was a bit overcast.
I had my digital camera with me and wanted to take some pictures. As we
walked up to the tunnel opening, about 4-5 wild turkeys that had settled in
the trees to roost above the tunnel went flying out of the trees making
somewhat of a disturbance. My wife then said, "I'm not going in there, no
way!"
Well, I managed to drag
her in thru to the other side, taking pictures of the openings and inside
and of the 1903 reconstruction plaque covered with graffiti near the one
end. We then decided to walk back out, and about midway, I
pulled out a homemade
pipe train whistle out of my pocket when she wasn't looking. I gave
gave 2 long short and one long blast on the whistle, which echoed in the
tunnel. I thought it sounded pretty cool in the tunnel, but the noise did
not go over very well with the wife.
I picked up an interesting
1989 out of print book on the Marietta & Cincinnati Railroad And its
Successor The Baltimore & Ohio : A study of this once great route across
Ohio 1851-1988 by John R. Grabb . While reading, I i found mention
of this Dec. 26th 1938 wreck by Moonville, and am surprised that no
Moonville web site mentions this particular wreck. Kind of eerie if you ask
me. Here's the article, as it appears on pages 102-103 in the book.
Rock slide near Moonville kills engineer Charles "Red" Landrum It was
during a driving rain on the night of December 26,1939 ,at 11:55pm,that
Engineer Charles "Red" Landrum met his fate.He was on the lead engine of
double header freight No.88 east-bound as it sped through a bleak section of
the B&O near Moonville Tunnel.Suddenly,as his engine swung around a curve,
he saw in the gleam of the headlight a huge rock in the middle of the right
of way. The rock was estimated to weigh 100 tons. By then, it was too late
to stop the speeding merchandise train.
In the ensuing crash,
Landrum was pinned in the cab. Scalded by steam he died almost instantly.
Engineer Landrum was 54 years of age and lived at 670 East Second Street
Chilicothe. George Burke, his fireman had his leg caught in the
wreckage of the cab, and for 15 minutes, he faced death from the hissing
steam, before he was able to free himself. He suffered burns from the steam
and was considerably bruised. Engineer William T. Diehl and Fireman Earl
Brandenburg manned the second engine. Henry Dullmeyer was the conductor.
Their engine was derailed as were 12 of the reported 63 cars of the train.
Head brakeman Charles F. "Pipe" Lewis 225 East Main Street, was knocked to
his feet. In a dazed condition he took off running up the hillside. His
nickname came from the fact that a pipe he held in his mouth was never
removed. Maynard Thomas, retired B&O engineer ,told the author that at the
time of the wreck he was living at Moonville, and when he heard the
deafening crash echoing through the hilly countryside, he was one of the
first persons to arrive at the scene. He stated that as he viewed this
terrible wreck he never dreamed he would some day work for the B&O and fire
both of these engines. Lead engine No.4509 had its pilot wheels torn
off and the cylinder sheared off. Second engine No.4535 was damaged to
a lesser extent. It was the opinion of some railroad men that the passing of
the National Limited No.2 Passenger train about two hours earlier, had
loosened the ledge of rocks causing them to slide down into the cut in front
of No.88 This wreck was long remembered by the five surviving all-hilicothe
train crew, as well as by many other railroaders.
The author also writes, "Picture yourself in Engineer Landrum's place on
that dark, ghostly, rainy night as you cross the trestle and round the curve
near Moonville. Visibility is poor as you peer out the cab window. The beam
of the engine's headlight, reflecting off the sheeting rain ,shines straight
ahead. The train rapidly takes the curve to the right and the rock slide
does not show up in the path of the light until you are almost upon it. Then
you are caught helpless for it is to late to stop the train."
What a frightening
experience!
5/30/02:
Here's a ghostly photo of the Moonville Tunnel, taken on January 1st, 2002,
by Fast-Freight,
LV95026CABOOSEnospam@aol.com:
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SAINT TIMOTHY'S
EPISCOPAL CHURCH
12/10/02:
Hmmm. A haunted church in Massillon. Here's the
scoop, and some questions, as submitted by
Ohiolady01nospam@aol.com
I live in Massillon Ohio.
I absolutely love the paranormal. I read all of the Haunted
Ohio books. But there was one story that caught my eye. St.
Timothy's Episcopal Church on the corner of Oak and 3rd.
This church is right down
the street from where I live. I read that there was a little
girl that was executed in the church and they say that you
can see her walking around in the bell tower. I am not sure
if I believe in ghosts or its just the fact that I am
terrified of coming in contact with one. If I knew that the
spirit was not there to harm me, then I would be more
comfortable. Anyway, I have been wondering if this story is
true. I would like to go there but I am afraid that the
child's spirit will be rebellious because she was harmed in
such a holy place.
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EDWIN SHAW HOSPITAL
10/26/05:
Michelle, a former security officer confirms some of the
hauntings, as well as shares her own chilling experiences:
I am an
ex-security officer from Edwin Shaw Hospital the old
sanitarium. Some of the things mentioned in the story on the
web site are things that I have witnessed also.
I was
patrolling the Dobkin center on the property one night and a
little girl came on my radio and asked "can I go home?" I
didn't push the button to reply to the girl but I did say
yes you can go home your family is waiting for you. She came
back on the radio and said "Thank you bye bye" That really
freaked me out because I went back to the main hospital and
asked if anyone heard something on the radio and they said
that they didn't. I have more experiences if you would like
me to email them I can. The experiences have also inspired
me to write some fiction short stories while I was working
there.
/25/05:
Debbie and her man go exploring the mysterious grounds of
the old sanitarium and share some interesting photos they
captured:
One night, my
man and I went ghost hunting. But before we left, we got
real psyched by reading the stories on this website. Our
goal for the night was Edwin Shaw Rehabilitation Center
located on Sanitarium Road in Springfield.
We parked
across the street at the driving range, and walked across to
the woods. Just walking to it, I started to feel light-
headed and cold. It was real humid out and the cold
air was creepy. I saw something in the trees and right
away knew I was not going into the woods. Instead, I
stood in front and take some photos. I took this picture,
right where I saw something........
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We decided it
was time to go. As we walked on the path back to the truck,
I had an overwhelming feeling to run. Then, I heard
someone skipping behind us. As I took off, something
knocked Sam's bottle of pop out of his hands. This
freaked him out, and we compared stories once we were in the
safety of the truck. That thing I felt and heard was what
knocked the bottle out of his hands..... creepy stuff....
On the way home on Albrecht Road, there is a large cemetery
going up the hill. Next to is a big two-story, eerie
green house. I have heard that this house was used
like an apartment and rented out. It is vacant due to the
ghostly unexplainable things that all the tenants
experienced. (Well, it appears to be practically built on
top of the cemetery, so it doesn't surprise me if its very
haunted). By now its 2:30 am and I just stopped in
front of the house and took a shot. You cant tell me
this is not a scary site..........
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Finally I
pulled in right next to this house in the cemetery, but the
gates were closed. So, I held the camera out the
window and took a shot and immediately gave it to Sam to
take another shot from that angle. This is what he
got...........
10/5/04: Voices of children humming and moving doors are
just some of the things folks have experienced in the
cottages on the Edwin Shaw campus, as
Rob
explains:
Edwin Shaw
is haunted. When I was 15, I used to stay in one of the
surrounding cottages during the night, and spent time in the
main building that's in your photos during the day. It
is definitely a creepy place. I never saw anything in
the main building, but the surrounding cottages definitely
have something going on in them
The cottage I
was in used to house children with TB. One night, I
remember hearing a young girl humming a tune in the closet
from across my bed. Other kids in my cottage heard the
same thing, but in different rooms. Sometimes, we
would wake up in the morning and find the closet doors open.
At night, we would sneak out for a smoke and walk in those
woods, which was pretty creepy in its own part.
10/18/02:
croopnospam@neo.rr.com, a former employee, provides some of
her own, creepy experiences while working at the old
Springfield Sanitarium:
Most of the pictures you took were from the old Children's
Home, which is very haunted.
The
place was empty for years and went to renovation where many
of the workers reported many strange sightings. I worked in
housekeeping at the time and was told to go over on many
occasions during renovation. I went to the top floor of the
building where an office was being finished. This was in
December. When I went up there to sweep the floor, I
kept hearing a buzzing noise. I turned to look toward
the windows and they were covered with flies!!! I mean
covered, too. Just like the Amityville story!!!!!
Creeped me out.
Then I was assigned to work there. I had to start my shift
at 6 am. No one was there but me for approx. an hour. I
always felt as if I were being watched as I walked over
there from the main building. When I went in, I was always a
bit uneasy and felt unnerved!! I would hear noises
coming from the basement area. I never went down there
till weeks later and had someone with me. There was a ton of
old furniture down there, mostly antiques and desks chairs
and old beds.
One of the counselors [a new person who did not know about
the haunted history of the place] came up to me one day and
asked if I ever heard the noises in the cafeteria section in
the morning. I said no!! She was appalled and scared
half out of her wits.
She
said that when she would come in, even before entering the
building, she could hear alot of children talking and the
sound of dishes rattling--as if there were a bunch of people
eating in the dining room. When she would unlock the
door, the voices and noises would stop. She heard this
almost every day and was really frightened about it.
Other workers also heard children laughing and playing in
various rooms. All unseen.
When I worked in the main building--the oldest one called
"The North Building"--I used to see a ghost of a man in a
hospital gown sitting on a bench near what is now the psych.
section. I saw him often. He never looked at me but just sat
there. Other people I knew that clean that building at night
told me they had also seen him.
My
co-workers also said that when they were on the second
floor, someone would open and close doors. They would hear
footsteps in the restrooms, and stall doors opening and
shutting. No one was there, of course.
There are tunnels under the hospital. One that leads to the
Sunshine cottage building (that one has been closed for
years) and one which is still in operation that goes to the
laundry building. That is a really creepy place. There
is a feeling that someone is watching you, even walking with
you.
It is indeed a creepy place, but it is a good place, too.
The hospital has done wonders for
many of the people who have been treated there over the
years.
By
the way, the Lakemore area is one of the best places ever
for orbs. I've seen many myself and had to live with them in
an apartment for 4 years. There are Indian ghosts there, as
well.
There are more stories. They are all true, and my
family has witnessed many of them, as well.
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HELLTOWN
5/4/05:
Growing up as a child in Helltown sure isn't pleasant, as
Faith
explains:
I lived in the
Helltown area for about 20yrs, about a few miles or more
from town. I remember when I was young, my sister and I
shared a room that faced our driveway. I remember seeing two
times this ball of light that would appear in the middle of
the walkway and it would go up to the door. As it
passed by a window, it would break up into a bunch of little
balls of light. I don't know what I saw, but it could not
have been a flashlight because I did not see any shadow like
you would see if you looked straight at someone holding a
flashlight. It also could not have been headlights since one
side of the house was not accessible by cars. I heard a lot
of theories on what I saw.
On another
occasion, my sister was sick. My dad and I wanted to go to a
coffeehouse when we heard the sound of a car door slam. My
dad looked at the two cars he had and they looked alright,
and there was no sign of anyone around the cars. He also
looked at the empty house next door for any homeless or "neckers".
My dad did not see anything amiss. However, my
sister wanted us to stay because she was scared. I still
remember the incidents to this day.
8/7/04:
"Helltown Guy" tests his mortality by venturing into the
forbidden Helltown house. Don't try this on your own,
kids:
Well, we got
to the house, and uh... walked in. The door was boarded,
along with the first floor windows and everything, but we
had little trouble moving the boards propped against the
door. Much to my surprise, we saw an eerie glow coming from
the depths of the house. There was a lot of wood everywhere,
a few Burger King cups from the early 90's (age determined
by my friend, loyal BK employee that was fired three days
before this trip) and old... things. Dolls, toys, a radio,
etc. The light was puzzling enough, so we ventured to the
kitchen, and discovered the light to be coming from none
other than.... the basement.
Down we went
and found... flourescent lights. Yeah, it would appear the
house is finally being renovated. There was an old pickup
truck from the 40s (like a lot of the things from the house)
which was cool to look at, but all in all, it was a let
down. So, just to spite the legends, that proved to be such
an expected disappointment, we took the radio as a souvenir.
10/28/03:
Another brave soul
escapes the menacing car....just barely.
My friends and
I decided one night it would be fun to go and explore
Helltown. There were 3 of us and none of us
had ever been there before. We drove past the cemetery and
the church, but I was too scared to stop. While we
were going down the road, the only car I had seen since we
got off the highway was coming near us. It blinked its
lights twice and I thought that this person wanted us to
stop. Well, while we slowed down the person kept going and
turned right. We drove back and saw that there was no road,
no path, no driveway or anything. It's like he turned and
disappeared into thin air. I was not much in believing any
thing superstitious and maybe that was because I thought
whatever I didn't see wasn't really there. But I saw this
with my own two eyes. I saw something turn into nothing and
he wanted us to follow or something. That was the only thing
that happened to
me that is freaky and I hope that is the ONLY thing that
will happen.
9/2/03:
Creeping fog and strange red lights--some of the bits
Ben
shares from his
recent group exploration of H-town.
On
Friday evening, four friends and I drove to Helltown.
Two of them had been there on two other occasions and had
photographs. On this trip, though, no one had a camera
and one of the members of our group did not have his video
camera charged. Also, for some reason, none of us were
able to bring a flashlight--I could not find batteries, two
people had forgotten, another had not been able to find his,
and another person did not bring his thinking four would be
enough (an omen?).
After a difficult time finding the area, we finally found
Stanford Road and slowly continued down it at the advice of
someone who had been there previously. He was right
since there is a steep hill. If you go too fast it can
cause some serious damage to the car. We parked near
the gate with the rusted "ROAD CLOSED" sign and got out.
We climbed the trail up the hill, and found the house and
barn at the top. We went inside the barn and I looked
around and felt a definite cold spot in the middle.
After investigating, we left and went to the house, but
found no way to get inside. We walked on the trail
thinking it went to the cemetery but didn't feel like
walking a mile so we walked all the way up the hill and back
to the car.
By now the area was very foggy and we cautiously drove back
out. We went to the Boston Cemetery where the
caretaker told us she was closing the gates but allowed us
10 minutes to look around. The gravel road is quite
dangerous and we were worried we'd slip off but managed
well. We parked near the creepy tree in the center and
saw the crushed bench probably destroyed by vandals where
the ghost is rumored to sit. Another tale we heard
from a previous visitor, not found on any website, is that
between the twisted dead tree and another tree, there is a
mysterious fog every night which is only there and no where
else. After our time was up we left and headed back to
Helltown since it was now getting dark.
The fog was now extremely thick and added to the creepy
atmosphere. We drove back very slowly to Helltown and
positioned the car so we were facing the opposite direction
for a fast escape. One of the two girls in the group
did not want to leave the car so she stayed with her
boyfriend who moved to the driver's seat and kept the keys
in case we had to leave quickly. We got out and I saw
2 dark figures on each side of the path but I did not say
anything thinking my eyes were playing tricks on me.
We ventured a short while up the path and the 2 people ahead
of us bolted saying there were red lights coming straight at
them that they had both seen on a previous trip. I
went to see for myself and saw them and ran back to the car,
after everyone was in, we zoomed out of there as fast as the
car would go up that hill.
We had heard about the lights before and all figured they
were pranksters, cops, or satanists, but we all now know
they could not be human--the way they moved and looked, no
human could do those things or move around like that.
While the tales of the serial killers, satanists, or escaped
mental patients may be false, there is something bad about
the place. You can feel it when you get out of the
car. There are cold spots at the site and you can feel
a presence there.
8/12/03:
BUSTED!! With Halloween coming around again in a couple
months, before making a trip out to Helltown, you may want
to check out this cautionary tale generously submitted to us
by the very lucky
ThaAKing1nospam@aol.com:
My friend and
I were just at the Boston cemetery today. Obliviously
disregarding the closed gate we jumped the fence. Only later
were we greeted by a sheriff walking up to meet us, and two
more outside. It was around 7pm and we were up to
nothing crooked so we had no need to be discrete, combined
with being very cooperative with the officers involved.
They let us off without an arrest. ... they told us next
time we were down there we would be getting arrested and
taken straight to jail... whether this means only at night
or if they would even during the day, purely being tired of
our shit I don't know, nor do I know about the legality of
us going back during the day, but I plan to play it safe. My
point with this is that I'm wondering if they would be able
to arrest somebody during the day on suspicion because the
impression I got from the police is that locals would have
it that way if it were easily possible... kinda hard to
explain to police that we were just 'hanging out' in the
cemetery cause we 'thought it would be cool', but all's well
that ends well I guess.... I think it would be a good idea
to make it clear that locals DO NOT welcome visitors and
that the cemetery is private property. Why do they have such
a bitter attitude to visitors? Maybe because of the
recurrent vandalism, as the cops told us? Or maybe the
reasons run deeper than that...
WEBMISTRESS
NOTE: No, we're pretty sure it has something to do
with climbing the fence of a cemetery that was obviously
closed. That, and the fact that Boston Cemetery is in
a residential neighborhood, so chances are you will be
caught.
Remember,
kids, most cemeteries are private property. If you
choose to venture in a cemetery after it is closed, you are
technically trespassing. Some cemeteries have posted
hours, others do not. Even if a cemetery has no
gates, most are considered closed after dusk. If you
must go in after sundown, best to get permission from the
local authorities. Use common sense to fit the situation.
5/21/03:
Dregg, formerly of
the punk band The Jerkoffs (the band whose name is
spray-painted on the tank at the Helltown house) fondly
recollects his own exploits at Helltown, as well as offers
his view on the whole Helltown hoopla:
I
attended Bedford High School in the late 80's, and me and my
friends spent many a Friday night down there looking for
ghosts. Many of the stories we heard were told to us by
older kids we knew. Over the course of several years, we
added our own myths to the overall legend.
I'm really glad to see that the legends live on. Kind of
gives me a sense of immortality that some of my own stories
still survive. I was also stoked to see the picture of the
tank with "The Jerkoffs" painted on it. The Jerkoffs is my
old Punk band from the mid 90's. My Bass player said he had
painted that on there years ago, but I never got to see it.
I guess he also painted it on the bus, but I'll never know
since the bus is no longer there.
We had so many great nights down there scaring the Hell out
of our girlfriends (and ourselves on occasion). When I was
in another band a couple years after the Jerkoffs (called
DEADMEAT), me and my Bass player (the same one who painted
the tank) even wrote a song about the place.
For the record, there's not much supernatural about Helltown.
In the later 90's, I lived just on the other side of All
Saints Cemetary (on Old Eight Rd.) and went down into
Helltown often (mostly to hang out by the falls). The only
hostile entity I came across was a pissed-off park ranger
who didn't like the way we looked. But I bet High school
kids will always be looking for the supernatural no matter
what, so it's all good.
1/22/03:
Jim recalls his group's
narrow escape from stone-throwing Satan worshippers wearing
black hoodies. And can back it up:
Growing up in
Garfield Hts., we knew of Helltown as Mutaytown. I assume
the name is derived from the word 'mutant'.
During one
visit in '86 when I was about 13 or so, a carload of us was
coasting very slowly through Helltown when a small group
dressed in dark clothes ran into the road behind us and
started chasing the car while throwing rocks at it. The most
identifying feature of the rock throwers was the pointed
hoods they were wearing. My impression was that they were
wearing black jeans, black tennis shoes, black hooded
sweatshirts, but the hoods seemed more pointed than you
would expect. I got a good look at them from the back seat
because at one point they were only about 30 feet away.
Spooky by
itself, but consider the fact that before I started writing
this, I called my older sister to confirm the location of
Mutaytown. I wanted to make sure it was the same as Helltown.
Upon hearing the name Mutaytown, my brother-in-law
volunteered 'We got chased by devil worshipers there once! A
bunch of guys wearing black robes and pointed black hoods
chased our car and threw rocks at us!'
He had had
exactly the same experience as we had 17 years ago.
P.S.--Next is
Gravity Hill. It is located near the Cry-Baby bridge but I'm
not sure where.
Creepy Cleveland has a posting with a good location
description. If you put your car in neutral you seem to
actually coast UP the hill. It works but it is just an
optical illusion as I'm sure you may have guessed.
8/6/2002:
Putting the Helltown hysteria to rest? Here's a post
from one of "Helltown's" own, courtesy of
Bejoux1nospam@aol.com:
Hi I live in Helltown and the whole thing is nothing more
than rumors that originated from the neighborhood kids
telling scary stories to each other. Then they told it in
school and then it got told to other kids from other schools
and now there is alot of rumors. No ghost, no satanists, no
secret societies. just kids being kids.
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ABBOTT'S TOMB
8/13/05:
Gary
and his
friends play the "knocking game," and get some unexpected,
terrifying results:
I would like
to tell you of an encounter I had at the Abbott Mausoleum
back in the early 80's. Two friends of mine and I were
sitting around one Saturday night talking about different
things and the story of the Abbott Mausoleum came up. The
story we heard was that if you knocked on the mausoleum door
and looked inside, you would see the ghost of Mr. Abbott
rocking in a chair that was supposed to be in the tomb.
We lived in
Sandusky at the time and decided to make a trip to the Milan
Cemetery. We arrived sometime between midnight and 1:00 AM
and after some searching found the tomb.
With
flashlights in hand we made our way to the entrance and
found it bricked up with a hole in the upper middle area. It
appeared that it once had a glass block for viewing, but was
broken out. Someone had taken a tree branch and tried to
insert it into one of the coffins that had a rust hole near
the bottom edge.
Peering in, we
saw two coffins on some sort of frame work and between them
was what appeared to be a wrought iron chair (but not a
rocking chair). I knocked on the bricked up doorway and we
peered inside to see what may happen. We saw nothing, but
coming from the side or up behind the crypt came the sound
of footsteps walking towards us.
As I was
peering into the crypt I asked my friends if they heard what
I was hearing, but got no response. As I turned to look at
my two friends, they were already running towards the car!
Needless to say I wasn't far behind them. We proceeded in
leaving without haste.
Since then, I
have moved to Milan myself and sometimes take bicycle trips.
On one occasion I revisited the mausoleum. A tornado that
passed through Milan some years ago had done some damage to
the top portion of the crypt but it is mostly intact.
9/25/02: A former Milan Cemetery neighbor sheds
some interesting (and morbid) background information on what
is locally known as "Abbott House," courtesy of
Laurie:
Hi! I was a resident and
property owner in Milan for 9 years. The upstairs of my
Victorian home overlooked the cemetery. The locals, from way
back, called this place the Abbott house. There used to be a
roof on top of the tomb, but it was demolished in July, 1998
during a terrible afternoon storm. The Abbott house has some
very interesting features, one being the fact that you can
look inside via a small window set in concrete brick. Many
years before this, there was a wooden door also with a
window it. If you are brave enough and have a flashlight,
shining it inside directly across from the door is a chair!
It appears to be very old and made of cast iron with a
rustic twig motif. I wish your brave guinea pig could have
used a flashlight. It's very creepy in there and you are
able to see rusted through coffins on shelves on the wall.
Note: Laurie raises a very good point for all
you ghosthunters out there--bring a flashlight! Otherwise,
you'll miss out on some dark goodies. For the morbidly
curious who cannot resist a peek inside the tomb, check out
the easter egg on the Abbott's
Tomb page.
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MISCELLANEOUS TALES
OF TERROR
10/29/02: The Haunted Attic (downtown
Cleveland), as told by
Derek:
Here's a good
local story I just heard about. My stepmother's old house
was located downtown in Cleveland. Supposedly a professor
and his daughter were the previous occupants. They found a
lot of his things in the attic; some old exams, an old
chalkboard, and a few miscellaneous objects.
There were two things wrong with the attic though. One being
the chalkboard. There was this drawing of the professor on
it, but it must have been in ink because they couldn't get
it off no matter how hard they tried. Second being the marks
by the attic window. Very similar to teeth and fingernail
markings. One day her mother (now in a better
place) decided to get a pot of boiling water and clean that
chalkboard. For nearly two hours she scrubbed that thing,
and amazingly, it actually did come clean. So she placed it
back in the attic. An hour later the drawing reappeared on
the chalkboard, and there it stayed until they moved out.
Now here is where it really gets good. One
of her brothers located a "secret room" (actually just an
old closet that the back wall opened up) that appeared to be
the professor's private working area. But instead of tests
and essays, he found news articles. About the house.
Apparently the daughter was born retarded, and the professor
kept her hidden away in the attic. He would serve her meals
through a little pulley-elevator between the floors. She
remained there for years (don't know how many) until she
died at age 29. People passing in the streets reported
seeing her clawing and biting at the window, trying to get
out.
Upon further research away from the house
they also found reports of the professor hanging himself in
the basement a few weeks after the daughter died.
My step mother and uncles still to this day recall hearing
footsteps pacing back and forth in the attic, and up and
down the stairs. One night they poured flour on the steps to
see if was some oversized rat or something. Low and behold
they heard the footsteps on the stairs, but no impressions
in the flour.
One Easter holiday my step-grandmother hid
Easter baskets on the stairs of the attic, since she didn't
believe in ghosts. That Easter was ruined when the kids
found their baskets torn to shreds all over the attic.
Now we fully intend to go back to the house
soon and ask the current owners if they have the same
problems. Just thought I would share that with you, and I
will write again once I get to the house.
10/20/02: 'Murder at
24 Bane' (Newton Falls), as told by
Chris C.
Well I live
in a quiet little town near Warren called Newton Falls. We
usually don't have many problems, but the ones we do have
aren't too serious (Fights, Drug Bust we even had a murder
once).
Well, my
friend Adam was having a sleepover one day for his birthday.
Well, he had about 7 people over and we had a great time. I
was one of the last to fall asleep. Me and my friend Adam
awoke to the sound of something falling down the steps. We
each sat up and scared the crap out of each other in the
process. After we stop shaking, we look at the steps and see
something laying on the floor at the bottom of the steps. We
thought nothing of it cause Adam has two dogs.
I was
starting to doze back off when Adam poked me and whispered
"Chris, look at the stairs." I look up at the stairs and we
see a figure walking down the steps. It looked like a tall
man about 6 foot tall. He was carrying a gun. We both
freaked out and lay back down, staring at the figure. We saw
him stop toward the middle of the staircase and walk back
up, crying.
The next day,
everyone left accept me. Adam and I went to the library and
looked up old Newspaper articles. We found one that said
"Murder at 24 Bane." We began reading the article and it
said that a man had come home from work and saw his wife
fixing their butler's tie. The man suspected that she
was having an affair, so he grabbed his shotgun, walked to
the bathroom and unloaded one shell into the butler. The
butler fell into the bathtub and died. His wife ran out of
the bathroom and right as she hit the first step she was
shot in her back and rolled to the bottom of the steps. The
couple's little girl was in the living room reading and she
saw her mom roll down the stairs. She jumped up and ran
toward her mom but in the process she was shot in the side
and died in the living room. The man had a son who was in
the basement. He heard the gun shot, ran up the stairs, and
saw his dad with a gun and his dead sister. He shut the door
and broke out a window. As he was climbing out, his father
kicked open the door and shot him in the back. After the guy
realized he killed his family, he grabbed a rope walked up
to the attic and hanged himself.
My friend
Adam said when they moved in the went into the attic and a
chair was laying there on its side. Adam's dad put a window
in the basement. One night they heard a clash like breaking
glass and then heard a gun shot. They ran down and say that
the window was broken. Every time they put a window in, it
would mysteriously break. They decided to move out, so
Adam's dad put it up for sale. Every time it was put
up for sale, a family member would go into the hospital,
which would postpone the sale.
I guess the
house didn't want them to leave. Too bad>:^}
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