Local ghost or horror stories? -

[Pop-Tart]

Seeing as how its getting close to Halloween for burgers and people who do Halloween. I figured a Halloween horror story thing may be a good idea. I grew up a town over from Amityville and that is the most famous one I have been around. Yes I did go see the house, and no it looks nothing like the iconic imagery since previous owners have taken to remodeling it. If you don't want to dox yourself via story then just post a general one or something.

 

[Sylvie Paula Paula]

http://weirdnj.com/

I'm going to site this entire website since New Jersey is enough of a horror story on its own.

 

[Rumpled Foreskin]

We were all sober and stupid kids. We decided to sneak into the Kings Park Insane Asylum, to see what all the fuss was about.
Here's a shitty link to what happened there: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kings_Park_Psychiatric_Center
Psychotics were sent there, and they had a Potters Field.
Anyhow, as a dumb kid, my friends and I decided to break in. We walked half a mile, and evaded the security. We used our crowbars to get in(and for protection against any deranged and drugged up homeless we met). We entered the main building, the reception area, where everything hadn't been touched. You know, except for the beer bottles and that kind of shit. We all entered, and we felt very strange and colder than usual, seeing as it was September and somewhat cold to begin with. We proceeded to go up the stairs to a general acceptance ward. It was certainly creepy, and the gang and I didn't see a fucking person, nor did we hear anything. We eventually came to a room where we dared our friend to lay on the cot where some loony must have stayed at some point. The friend did, though almost shitting themselves. We looked through the room, seeing tons of beer bottles from vagrants and kids partying. Used sheets on the bed.
As we're leaving the room, behind ANY of us, a bottle crashes against the wall. As we all look back a bottle by the window is crushed by nothing. The unmade bed that we walked into the room? As we looked to see what could have thrown the bottle and hen crushed another? The bed was made.
That's the point we fucking booked it.
I've seen shit besides this.
This scared the ever loving shit out of me.

 

[ForgedBlades]

There was an abandoned state-run orphanage and school for kids of dead soldiers in my hometown. It was founded shortly after the Civil War and held on until the 1970s, but by that point it was running on fumes. I think the number of orphans there peaked during WWII. It was pretty big in its heyday with a ton of large administration buildings and a bunch of dormitories.

By the time I was around, there was just one building left standing on the property, which I think was either the school building or infirmary. It was kind of a right of passage for people to sneak in and explore it, as it was supposed to be haunted by the ghosts of dead kids. I made the trip when I was a senior in high school. It was pretty spoopy.

That lone building was torn down a few years ago because it was getting costly and annoying to patrol for trespassers. I can't remember if the state still owns the land or if it's now privately owned. Either way, it was sad to see it go.

 

[Tranhuviya]

Three words.

Dead. Children's. Playground.

 

[XYZpdq]

Protip: If a Puerto Rican tells you the story about the kid who calls out to the cow, act really impressed. They get pissy if you don't think it's a big deal.

 

[Nien Nunb]

An old, semi-abandoned church/graveyard is allegedly haunted by "singing ghosts", in my home town. It's one room, with some pews and a podium, and probably the only tragic thing about it is the fact that people are dumb enough to think it's haunted.

 

[Lackadaisy]

The Mexican kids in my neighborhood swear there's a chupacabra in the open space's creek, but I'm pretty sure they've just never seen a muskrat before.

 

[millais]

Every day I have to drive past this intersection where there was once a really bad car crash that killed an entire nuclear family (2 parents and like 4-5 kids or something). I drove past the day it happened, just a few hours afterwards when the towing crews were cleaning it up, very gruesome site. I think it was like the ultimate sacrifice to the God/Demon of Red Lights, because ever since that day, I always catch a green at that intersection on my outbound commute.

 

[The Carolignian]

....Does your town being completely obliterated by artillery fire during the Civil War up the ghost count? Or your dance hall blowing the fuck up in the World-War era?

Honestly, the hillbillies in this town don't have the imagination for shit like "hauntings"; they're much more into "being saved" or "speaking in tongues".

 

[Pina Colada]

Florida Man. 'Nuff said.

 

[A Beached Whale]

My highschool had a legend that a girl hung herself in the old theater light booth and her ghost would appear up there during performances. No one used that light booth for many years too, it was up on the second floor seating that was off limits for infrastructure reasons after an earthquake.

 

[cypocraphy]

http://weirdnj.com/

I'm going to site this entire website since New Jersey is enough of a horror story on its own.

I love Pig Lady road and the Hoboken monkey man.

 

[TheScooper]

Florida is my residence, that is a living horror story on it self.

 

[MerriedxReldnahc]

There's an old building in a more rural part of town that has been a lot of things over the years. It think the history goes back to the old-timey days when our area was all ranches and cowboys and shit. I know it was a brothel at some point, but I knew it as a restaurant called This Old House (damn good place, too). Everyone who worked there swears it was haunted. All sorts of weird things happened after the dinner service ended and they were closing up. The story I heard the most is that there would be the creaking sound of someone walking up the wooden stairs even if no one else was around. There was an upstairs area where they held private parties and that seemed to be the room witj all the activity. I knew someone who worked there and they once had to do bookkeeping on an off day, they were all alone in the building and suddently they heard the creaking of someone going upstairs... At some point one of our local radio stations did a Halloween party there and had a psychic medium come to check the place out. Apparently there is a definite spiritual presence in the building. Ever since This Old House closed and a new restaurant went in, no business has managed to stay in for more than a few years. It's been vacant for years now. I think it's obvious the spirits prefered the steakhouse.
*edit* Further research shows the building has been there since 1917, and been the steakhouse since the 1950's. Apparently a man who lived there died in a chimney fire that broke out in tbe second floor, which is why all the paranormal activity focuses on the second floor and stairs.

 

[The_Truth]

http://www.coastalvirginiamag.com/October-2015/Creepy-Crawford/

The road was dark and quiet.

The only sound was the whir of my car engine, the glow of my headlamps the only light. It was my junior year of high school, and I was venturing out to Crawford Road for the first time, under the guidance of a friend.

Crawford, the winding, secluded two-lane road that runs through Newport News and York County, has inspired ghost stories for generations. And these tales almost always incorporate the creepy, graffiti-covered bridge the road passes under.

The legends are many, each with as many variations as there are storytellers. There’s the one about how the Ku Klux Klan used to meet here, hanging hundreds of victims from the bridge. There’s the one about the woman who hanged herself from the bridge in her wedding gown, choosing death over marrying a man she didn’t love. There’s the rumor that this is where they hanged slaves who attempted to escape.

If you park underneath the bridge and turn off your car, it’s said, the ghosts will reveal themselves. You’ll see a teenage bride swinging in the breeze, or hear the cries of babies from another century. In the bridge’s shadow, your car might shut itself off, or your stereo might suddenly malfunction.

Naturally, the prospect of seeing a ghost held quite a thrill for two bored teenagers with nothing but time on their hands. We parked under the bridge, turned off the car, and waited for our friends from the other side of the void to appear. And we waited. And we waited some more.

While the road was sufficiently eerie, the ghosts apparently weren’t interested in scaring a couple of high school juniors that night. I turned the car back on, and we headed home a little disappointed. It would be years before I’d learn that the ghost stories that brought us to Crawford Road that night obscure a history just as deadly.

Frank Green has heard the stories.

For 25 years, Green served as a deputy with the York-Poquoson Sheriff’s Office, driving down Crafford Road in the dead of night hundreds, if not thousands, of times. And each time, he came up empty-handed.

“I have not personally seen anything down there,” says Green, who is also past president of the York County Historical Society. “I rode down there at various times of day and night, and have yet to see anything down Crawford Road or the bridge or anything like that. It’s a creepy old road, but I think the stuff you hear is more of an urban legend.”

According to Green, discussion of ghoulish tales on the road began in the 1970s, and the legends have only grown in popularity since. The Haunted Commonwealth, a blog that chronicles supernatural events across the state, asserts, “There have been more stories told about what happens around Crawford Road in Yorktown than any other road in Virginia.”

Adding to the Crawford’s mystique is the fact that the street has different spellings at different points in the road, either “Crawford” or “Crafford.” Though most signs read “Crawford,” Green insists the other spelling is correct, named for a turn-of-the-century schoolteacher named Helen Crafford.

Much of the road runs through watershed and Yorktown Battlefield property, meaning there aren’t many homes or streetlights around. While undeniably spooky, some ghost believers are still skeptical about whether the road is “actually haunted.” Before he passed two years ago, I interviewed local ghost expert L.B. Taylor Jr. about the road. Taylor authored 25 books about ghosts in Virginia, but said his investigation of Crawford Road was unsuccessful.

“I think it’s more of an urban legend than an actual haunting,” Taylor told me in 2013. “I think it’s teenagers that have wild imaginations. They just go down there half-scared to death to start with.”

Of the slave hangings, Green says the bridge is too recent for the tale to be true. There’s no known documentation of a bride hanging herself on her wedding day, but there is some truth to accounts of the Ku Klux Klan in the area.

“There was KKK in York County, but as far as I know, all they did was meet right where Tabb High School is at,” in the 1930s, says Green. He brings up another legend he heard, perhaps inspired by the nearby Colonial Parkway killings in the 1980s. In those cases, three couples were murdered and another went missing and is presumed dead. The perpetrator still hasn’t been identified.

“You hear about the couple parking and then somebody trying to open their door, then they look to see a bloody hand,” says Green of the Crawford Road rumor. “I heard another one of these things—if you wrote your name on the bridge, you would die. I guess there’s a lot of dead people I haven’t heard of.”

The road’s proximity to the battlefield that effectively ended the Revolutionary War has also played into the stories.

“Some people say it’s the soldiers that are haunting the bridge, some people say that it was the place where they killed slaves in the past, and other people think it’s just an evil road,” says Lt. Richard Moore of the York-Poquoson Sheriff’s Office. “It just depends on which group they talk to and which story they heard.”

While he’s never seen anything paranormal on the road, Moore says the real-life incidents he’s witnessed on the road have been gruesome enough.

“It’s a very bad road,” he says. “A number of people have been killed on that road, which only adds to the rumors of it being haunted.” And he’s not talking about car crashes.

In the 1950s, Green says a cab driver was murdered on Crawford. In the ’60s, some children died in a house fire along the road.

But the murders that took place there in the 1990s would draw national attention.

 

[Deadwaste]

one time, a ghost came out of my ass

 

[Antipathy]

I had a nightmare about getting doxxed. That's some spoopy shit.