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A Late Night Encounter

As told by Dorothy Amling and Chris Woodyard in Haunted Ohio II[affiliate link]

This story gave me chills when I came across it, as I myself drive frequently late at night. It seems that in 1955 Dorothy’s brother was driving home one foggy evening in the fall. He arrived in a state of shock. His mother had been waiting up for him and noticed his distress, and asked him what was wrong. He then related the following tale.

It seems that he had been driving down Van Wagener Road just south of London, Ohio. Near a sharp bend in the road the young man saw the figure of a woman standing in the center of the roadway. She appeared to be in need of some help as she was waving her arms and crying. The boy slowed and came to a stop. The figure of the woman then drifted to the driver’s side of the boy’s vehicle. When she was a mere five feet away from the rolled down window, the boy noticed in horror that she was not walking, but appeared to be floating. She also was translucent, and he could see the terrain behind her. Then the transparent lady spoke!
“I need help, please help me.” the specter cried.
“What do you need?” the terrified boy replied. (How many of you would have just driven off at this point?)
“Help me , help me, I need help.” the woman kept repeating.
“What’s wrong?” the boy managed to ask.
The strange figure of the ethereal lady failed to answer the boy’s question. Finally overcome with fear of the ghost the boy gunned the engine and sped for home.

At first the young man’s family assumed that he had been drinking, but then came to the conclusion that he was telling the truth due to his shaken state. Finally after calming him down the mother convinced him to go with her back to the spot of his encounter. Arriving at the spot in the road which was only a mile and half from their house they were greeted by only silence. The place was deathly dark. Even the ramshackle house off the side of the road was dark and quiet. Then mother and son returned home.

The story does not end here though. It seems a few days later the boy’s father heard the following gossip from a local sheriff’s deputy. It seems that the darkened house near the boy’s encounter was not unoccupied. A man and his wife lived there. They were a quiet couple and kept pretty much to themselves. The husband had reported that his wife was missing just a couple of days after the boy’s encounter with the ghost. He claimed that he went to work in the fields on the day of the ghostly encounter, and when he returned his wife was gone. For some reason the man stated although he did not know were she was at, he was not alarmed until she had been gone for a few days, reasoning that he thought she would come back. A week passed before the local authorities decided to conduct a search of the man’s property. His poor wife was found dead at the bottom of the couples well dressed in her white nightgown. The local corner estimated she had been dead for 6 to 7 days. Although the husband was suspected of some foul play he was never charged.

Dorothy’s brother became convinced that he had encounter the poor woman’s ghost just minutes after her death. No realizing she was dead her spirit wandered to the road and headlights of his car seeking for someone to help her.


The location of this encounter is Madison County south of London, Ohio between State Routse 38 and 56. The name of Van Wagener has been shortened to just Wagener now, that is according to a map which the Madison County Sheriff has posted on their website. This is located at http://www.madisonsheriff.org/jg02.jpg for those of you that are interested in finding the site.


This post, including photos and commentary, originally appeared on James A. Sheets’ site.

The Buxton Inn

As told by Chris Woodyard, Beth Scott, and Michael Norman

No Page devoted to Ghost of Ohio could go without mentioning this wonderful quaint Inn. The Buxton Inn located in Granville, Ohio is one of the most note worthy haunted spots in central Ohio.

The Buxton Inn was built in 1812 by Orin Granger. He was originally a native of Massachusetts who came to Ohio to better his lot in life. The site originally served as a post office and stagecoach stop on the Columbus Newark line. Drivers slept and made their meals in the basement of the structure. Cooking over a fireplace, and sleeping on the floor on straw pallets. The inn is one of the oldest continuous operating inn in the state of Ohio.

Major Buxton from of whom the inn takes its name operated the inn from 1865 to 1905. His picture hangs in the lobby of the inn to this day. You see the inn seems to be mostly haunted by the spirits of former owners.

Orin Granger has been seen as a elderly gentlemen in knee breeches sometimes dressed in blue. He has also been accused of the petit crime of stealing and eating pies from the inn’s pantry.

Major Buxton has been seen as a shadowy figure in various parts of the house. Some staff members have seen him sitting in a chair near the fire place in the dinning room. Guest warming their hands by the fire have seen a ghostly disembodied set of hands appear next to theirs.

The ghost of Ethel (Bonnie) Bounell also haunts the site. She operated the inn from 1934 to 1960. Her favorite color was blue, and she died in room #9. She has been seen in various parts of the inn dressed in her favorite color, and at different ages of her life. Rooms #7 and #9 seem to be the best place to encounter her though. The odor of gardenia perfume sometimes manifests itself with her appearance. During a blizzard in the year 1978 she frightened an unbelieving cook of the inn by being in the bed he was attempting to get into in room #7. In 1991 a nurse was staying in room #9 when she awakened to find a woman dressed in white sitting at the foot of her bed. The woman asked, “Are you not sleeping well?” To which the startled nurse replied, “No I’m not!” The ghostly lady then vanished. The next morning the guest identified to the staff and her friends the lady in her room when shown a picture of Ethel Bounell.

The basement where the drivers ate and slept is also an area of paranormal activity. Staff have reported feeling something in the room with them after hours. They have also heard footsteps above when the inn was empty. Knocks have been heard on the front door that when opened by the staff reveals no one there. Once the front door was heard to open of its own violation and then close. Heavy foot steps ascended the stairs, then came back down. Once again the front door opened and close by itself. A ghostly cat has been felt by guest staying in room #9 as well. This is perhaps the gray cat that graces the sign of the inn.

So if your looking for a haunted place to stay try the Buxton Inn, and don’t forget to ask for rooms #7 or #9!


The Buxton Inn is easy enough to find. It is near the intersection of Route 37 and Route 661 in Granville (Licking County), Ohio. Look for an oval sign with a gray cat on it. The staff will not talk about the spirits of the inn unless asked, and then they will stick to the facts. When I called the very nice lady stated that it would cost about $80.00 to $90.00 a night for two people depending on which room I was assigned. My wife and I plan to stay there sometime soon, but not because of the hauntings. As you see the Inn itself without the ghosts is worth the visit.

For information about the Buxton Inn’s rates, cusine, etc. click the
following link: http://www.buxtoninn.com


This post, including photos and commentary, originally appeared on James A. Sheets’ site.

Two More Headless Tales

These two are short ones. No date has been given for either of these stories, but they go like this.

The Legend Of Shimp’s Hill

(As Reported By The Eagle Gazette 1950)

An unidentified man was traveling north on what is now State Route 158 out of Lancaster. Near the summit of Shimp’s Hill he was attacked and robbed. For some reason the Robber saw fit to not only kill his victim, but to behead him. Maybe it was to keep his and the poor victim’s identities unknown. Needless to say it is said on the anniversary of the date of the murder, that the headless specter of the unfortunate man can be seen staggering about the top of Shimp’s hill searching for his missing head.

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Shimp’s Hill on Route 158 just north of Lancaster, Ohio.


The Rush Creek Terror

(As Related In A Oral History)

In the small town of Sugar Grove just behind Berne Union Local Schools the little stream called Rush Creek meanders its way through the wooded hills of Fairfield County. Over the years on rainy and fog bound nights many of the local inhabitants of Sugar Grove have reportedly seen the semi luminous figure of a woman in a light colored dress walking along the north-western bank of Rush Creek. Once some of the high school students who happened to see her decided to investigate who this strange woman was. Drawing closer to the figure they discover to their horror that the woman’s head, that should have rested on her shoulders, was instead carried in the crook of her arms. The terror stricken boys hightailed it across the football field to leave the woman to finish her nocturnal walk along the stream alone.


Shimp’s Hill is located about 2 12 miles to the north of Lancaster, and just south of Coonpath Road. Its easy to find as the over the years the road has created a deep grove in the hills that road passes through. Unfortunately I cannot find out the date of the anniversary of the murder which spawned the haunting.

The Rush Creek ghost makes her nocturnal walks just behind the Berne Union Local High School down by the creek. I must warn you that it is against the law to be on school property after normal hours without the permission of the school.


This post, including photos and commentary, originally appeared on James A. Sheets’ site.

The Ghost Of Alan’s Knob

As told by George H. Lamb (Eagle Gazette 1950)

Additional information from Chris Woodyard’s Haunted Ohio IV [affiliate link]

Just to the west of Lancaster lies Alan’s Knob, a wood covered hill that rises above the surrounding countryside. This serene area just off State Route 22 is now part of the Schallenbarger Nature Preserve. Hikers can climb the steep dirt trails up to the very top of the hill, passing through some wonderful sandstone cliffs on the way to the summit. But this quiet peaceful spot was not always viewed this way in the not so recent past.

It seems an old fellow took a liking to the area and built a crude structure on the western side of the hill near what is now Beck’s Knob Road. He would then spend a great deal of his free time up on the summit viewing the surrounding countryside, and reading scriptures from his worn Bible. Later as he was getting on in years he became depressed and frustrated with life. So over a period of the next few days he dug himself a grave up on top of the summit of his beloved hill. He then sat down and composed a note, asking that who ever found his remains to please give them a proper burial in the grave he had provided. He then placed the barrel of his old flintlock to his chest and ended his days on this earth, or so it was thought.

Shortly there after the spirit of the old man began to haunt the road to the north of the hill that ran from the Crumley Community to Lancaster. It was said the figure of the sad and lonely man could always be seen slowly walking east on what is now Crumley Road toward the bridge which spans Hunters Run.

The ghosts activities were harmless until one Sunday evening when a gentleman who had finished visiting a lady friend in the Crumley community was returning home. Not knowing of the ghost that haunted the lane, he happily upon encountering the old man walking along the road, stopped and offered him a ride. The apparition jumped up into the seat beside the unsuspecting man. The horses reared and plunged down the darkened lane at breakneck speed. The man was filled with terror when the ghost reached over and gripped his arm with an icy hand. He then lashed out at his tormentor and struck the grinning specter repeatedly with his whip, but the whip just simply past through the grinning ghost that only tightened its grip. Sobbing and pleading the man implored the spirit to release him, and depart. His unwelcome passenger refused to even reply or loosen it’s grip. Then just before the horses and wagon crossed the bridge over Hunters Run the ghost vanished.

It was commonly believed in those day that spirits could not cross streams or moving bodies of water. For years afterwards some of the locals could still point out the spot on the summit where the old mans remains lay, but the location has now been forgotten. On dark nights the old man is suppose to still walk Crumely Road always moving from west to east towards the bridge at Hunter’s Run. It is also said that a ghostly light can be seen moving about the summit of Alan’s Knob during the night. It suppose to be the restless spirit of the old hermit going about his business carrying a lantern.


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Alan’s Knob viewed from the east on the bridge on Crumley Road.

Alan’s Knob is the hill pictured on the right.


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Beck’s Knob Road which leads to Alan’s Knob. The hill is on the left and shrouded in fog.


The country lane that the old man haunts would be the section of Crumley Road which runs east and west between Beck’s Knob Road and State Route 22 just about a mile west past the Lancaster City limits. The area is still quite lovely to look at with Alan’s and Beck’s Knobs straddling Crumley Road. That is it is lovely in the day time. At night its a different story as I drive this stretch of road after the sun goes down frequently going to and from Columbus, Ohio. I haven’t seen the old man’s ghost, although the road at night looks like one you might expect to run into a ghostly hitchhiker. The true danger at night here is woodland spirits. Of course I mean DEER!

*Chris Woodyard in Haunted Ohio IV has mistakenly placed Beck’s Knob in the Scallenbarger Nature Preserve, which actually lies north of Alan’s Knob at the intersection of Beck’s Knob and Crumely Roads.


This post, including photos and commentary, originally appeared on James A. Sheets’ site.

The Sand Hill Headless Man

A story by George H. Lamb (Eagle Gazette June 3rd, 1950)

Just about six miles west of Lancaster and a mile or so south of the old abandoned Pennsylvania Railway on Delmont Road lies Sand Hill. It was here that there use to be an old distillery operation. A local eccentric named Kiger lived there in an old log cabin on the east side of the hill, and spent a large amount of his time at the distillery. It was said that he would consume large quantities of the vile brew, and then stagger on his way home.

Well on one evening he stayed on at the place well near to midnight talking to the men who ran the operation, and helping himself freely to the home brew. Bidding his hosts farewell he then began his lonely trek home to his cabin. He was last seen making his way up the road to the top of the hill towards his home.

The next morning some local timber cutters found Kiger’s headless body lying in the middle of the road. It was felt that some local feral hogs which ran wild had happened upon the poor sod after he had passed out from the vast amount of moonshine he had consumed. The hogs had then partially eaten the old fellow where he had fallen in the road. Apparently they had packed of the man’s head as it appears it was never found. Kiger’s headless body was wrapped in a blanket and buried near his beloved log cabin.

There after on dark nights the spirit of the poor unfortunate man would haunt and terrify all who encountered it. It took the appearance of a headless man that would sometimes hover directly over the road, or float and drift back and forth across the road. Possibly he was searching for where the hogs had left the remains of his head. For a time the road was avoided at night. A then local doctor who claimed to be a psychic tried to make contact with the unfortunate Kiger, but never succeeded.

The ghost now appears to have gone his way giving up the search for his lost head.


SandhillThe location of this site is in the middle of a group of four haunted locations. Kind of spook central of Western Fairfield County. As best as I can tell the the road in the story is Delmont Road SW just off State Route 22 west of Lancaster. The railway is not visible, but I have it on a map in my home. The hill is not labeled, but from the description in the account, its the hill that has the graveyard on top of it just north of U.S. Route 22. Schadel Hill Cemetery. (According to a German acquaintance of mine “Schadel” is german for Skull Top.)


This post, including photos and commentary, originally appeared on James A. Sheets’ site.

The Ghost Car

a tale told by Anna B. Hoffman

*(Addition information by Chris Woodyard from Haunted Ohio II[affiliate link])

In the years 1926 through 1930 a strange thing happened several times. On each occasion between 10 and 11 o’clock at night we saw a car coming down the road. It turned off into the lane then crossed the bridge. A man opened the gate, drove through, closed the gate, went up to the barn, turned around and came down, got out of the car, opened the gate and walked up to the house. It had been snowing, there was at least two feet of snow on the ground. A knock came at the door. A lady opened the door and wanted to know who was there. No one was there.

We looked and saw no car or anything. So we got the lantern and went out and followed the tracks. We could see where the car had turned around and gone away. We didn’t know what to make of this.

The next year the same thing happened again. It happened each year up until 1930. That year, one member of the family passed away. Before the member passed away, on the post there were three owls. The first night the one owl hooted and then he left. The second night an owl hooted and it left. The third night the last owl hooted and left. That night one member of the family passed away.

Almost a month later another member of the family became ill. Then a few days later I saw seven owls on seven different posts. The first owl hooted and they all left. It continued that way until the last owl hooted and left. That night a member of the family passed away. (The two family members she is referring to are the family’s two boys.)

It all seemed to be kind of odd and we thought maybe the car wouldn’t come back. But sure enough, between 10 and 11 o’clock at night the same car came back. Only this time we heard a voice and the voice said that there wouldn’t be anyone to occupy this place because there would be a disaster. Sure enough, the prediction came true. There were two accidents. After that, the car never came back again. (The two accidents that she is referring to in the above narrative are, the father getting caught under the teeth of a harrow blade in a field. He bleed to death from his wounds. After the fathers burial, the mother took her remaining daughter to an adjacent farm, and then went home to commit suicide by drinking some carbolic acid!)

This all happened between the time I was six and almost ten. This happened east of Lancaster on a large farm. There used to be a bridge, a covered bridge there, but it no longer stands. And I think maybe sometime or another if you would be there at that time of night and there’s a lot of snow on the ground, you might see that ghost car. The years were between 1926 and 1930.


I have left the original text from Anna Hoffman unchanged. I don’t know if she is retelling a story from her childhood, or is actually the surviving daughter. According to the Eagle Gazette the farm is located on what is now the south side of Lancaster somewhere off of State Route 793. It is possible that in 1930 that this would have been the southeast side of town. My narrative comes from a manuscript that a family member owns. This is possibly a copy of an oral history project. I believe the Fairfield County Library has a copy of this in their reference room as well.


This post, including commentary and photos, originally appeared on James A. Sheets’ site.

The Clarksburg Ghost

In the early days of Fairfield County a family lived in the Clarksburg community whose reputation was indeed quite bad.

Stage coaches ran over the old Hamburg Road and several of these had been held up.

A stranger who was traveling through disappeared, and legend has it that he was murdered and his remains were buried near the site of the old Clarksburg school house, although the body was never found.

As a result the old original school house was said to have been haunted and neighbors frequently heard strange sounds coming from the building resembling the tramp of horses on the floor. On numerous occasions the bell would toll lightly in the middle of the night and it was no secret that strange and unaccountable happenings were taking place.

A very highly respected gentlemen with his wife and son were walking home from Lancaster one night, and a large black dog said to be as large as a full grown steer followed them for some distance as they arrived in front of the school house.

So frightened was the family that they were afraid to speak. Suddenly the large dog disappeared as quickly as he had appeared. They then began talking, each wanting to know whether or not the others had seen the strange sight. All had seen it and to their dying day their story could not be shaken.

The writer, as a young chap, knew the old man who was the boy, along with the father and mother, who had seen the strange apparition. He told me the story a number of times and seemed much offended if anyone showed signs of not believing him.


This story was obtained by a manuscript given to me by a family member, and the source of the story is unknown. Hamburg Road runs Southwest out of Lancaster for around 10 to 12 miles until it intersects with State Route 159. I cannot find any reference to Clarksburg along its length. As a matter of fact the only Clarksburg I can find in the entire state is in Ross County just to the Southwest of Circleville. It’s possible that the name of “Clarksburg” is a mistake, or that the story was transplanted from Ross to Fairfield County. Its still a great story, but if anyone can help with the actual location please e-mail me at jas1746@greenapple.com. [Editor’s note: That email is long defunct. Email me at wintermute@nitemarecafe.com instead of the original author.]

Several people have been kind enough to write and claim that they have elders that remember that there was a road or small group of homes somewhere off of Boving Road which intersects Hamburg Road called Clarksburg or Clarksburg Lane. One writer desrcibes her Grandparents as remebering the old school house which later became a someones home being haunted. Candles or lights would be seen in the windows when no one was home.


This post, including photos and commentary, originally appeared on on James A Sheets’ site.

The Baldwin House

A tale told by Marjorie George Beougher

This story took place at the old Baldwin House (known as the haunted house on the corner of Marietta Road and the Pleasantville Pike or Route 188.

The Baldwin House was a tavern or inn or whatever they called them in those days. Farmers would drive their pigs or sheep to market and then would return here to spend the night and have a good bit of money in their possession.

The reason this inn was so handy was because this road was known to go clear to Marietta, Ohio, clear to the Ohio River.

One night two men were sleeping in the same room and one man was known to have a lot of money from having sold his cattle. The next morning, there was no noise out of the room, so the caretaker went up and looked and one man was dead and the other one had disappeared and there was blood on the floor. He had been killed somehow. Always after that it seemed like they could never scrub that floor, that no matter how they scoured, that stain was still there.

It went on for a while being a tavern and they wouldn’t tell the people that came there to stay but the men who stayed in that particular room would get up and say, “Something kept walking around in the room and I couldn’t get any rest.”

In time no one would stay in that room. It’s thought that they finally quit using it and across the windows to it they closed it up with tin. Now whether that was to keep out the spirits or not, I don’t know.

The people that were living there were ancestral relatives of mine and they said they heard noises, unusual noises, and they thought there were ghosts in that room. Later, my uncle married the daughter of the family and they didn’t believe in ghosts. She said that the whole time they lived there they never saw anything unusual. That was in 1918.

But around when the story I’m going to tell you took place, the people that lived there thought there were ghosts. They said the stove lids would just jump on the stove and come open all by themselves and have no reason to and they would hear strange noises from that room.

My grandfather, Olivet Perry Nichols, was a young man and he was visiting or staying there the night and they heard these terrible, horrible noises from out in the barn behind the house. They said, “Oh my, the ghost has gone out there now,” and they looked out the back door and they could see something real white and oh the folks were so scared. My grandfather said, “I know that there’s nothing to these ghost stories and I know there’s no such a thing as a ghost and I also know for every noise there is a reason and I’m going to investigate. “Oh,” the people said, “You’ll be killed!” And the ladies tried to hang on to the straps of his overalls to keep him from going out because , he would never live through it, they felt. So when he got out of their grasp, he went out towards the barn and the noise got louder and the white spot was still there. When he got up real close he discovered it was a large, white mother sow with indigestion. She was making terrible groans so he went back and told them they should go out and doctor the hog. This was the ghost and the story of the one ghost that had gone to the barn. I think maybe we’d find a lot of ghosts stories are like that. They’re real animals or real people in distress.


I am sorry to say that the old Baldwin House no longer exists. It stood at the intersection of Marietta Road and the Pleasantville Pike or Route 188 in Lancaster, Ohio. I have no idea as to when it was torn down. I have driven past this site most of my life, and have not seen or heard anything. I also do not know of anybody who has.

I have seen another article on the Baldwin House that is more detailed. As soon as I locate it I will replace or update the story above.


This post, including photos and commentary, originally appeared on on James A Sheets’ site.

The Clear Creek Ghost

clear2 This is one that I as a young teenager was familiar with when I was in High School. There are two locations for this haunting. The one I am familiar with is the old abandoned covered bridge near the intersection of McDonald and Clear Creek Roads in Fairfield County.

The story is a short one. A woman sometime in the late 1800’s was traveling home late at night with her husband, who was driving their horse and buggy. A severe thunderstorm over took them. The woman dismounted the wagon at the covered bridge to hand guide the horses and wagon across. She lost her footing in the storm, and fell into the swollen stream and drowned.

I have also heard a different version which claims that her husband was leaving her, and that she committed suicide at the bridge by jumping into the stream during a storm, or by hanging herself on the spot.

Which ever version is correct, it is said that on some stormy nights a woman can be seen just standing, or beckoning on the bridge.

I have been contacted by some readers that live in the area of the bridge. They have related the following additional details to the strange happenings in this area. On several ocassions travelers have seeen a truck who’s headlights were clearly on the road ahead. After stopping to allow the truck to pass over the one lane bridge, they were mystified when the truck failed to ever appear. One traveler had a similar incident to my friends and I when he was crossing the bridge near midnight and his car stalled. The forward motion of the car carried it across the bridge, but the unfortunate man was forced to walk the remaining eight miles to his house in the pitch black night. Oh did mention that it was Halloween Night as well! This gentleman also was kind enough to remind me that the location of the bridge is not too far away from Written Rock on Clear Creek Road which has tales of Satanic Worship attached to it. It was also related to me that some late night travlers have had a clamy cold unseen hand grab their hands on the steering wheel and attempt to stear their vehicles off the road near the bridge. Maybe the poor lady desires some company.


The location of this spot is in Fairfield County at the old Johnson Covered Bridge. Take U. S. Route 33 south of the city of Lancaster. About nine miles out of town you will come to Clear Creek Road, and need to turn right or west here. I do believe that there is a Shell Gas Station there now. Follow this curvy and I do believe in spots unpaved road for about nine miles, or so to the where McDonald Road intersects Clear Creek Road. The bridge is just off the side of the road near here. This is a nice spooky ride at night, as there are few dwellings or lights on Clear Creek Road.

My friends and I as youths took a 34 ton GMC pick-up truck to this spot one night. There was around five of us as I remember, and we had been indulging in some illegal beer that evening. We began to yell and make the most rude comments I do believe trying to entice the ghost to come out. My friend’s truck suddenly stalled and the entire electrical system failed. There we sat in the darkness for around ten minutes when a car came up behind us. The trucks lights came back on, and my friend cranked the engine into life.

WWWHOOOOOOOOO! I should mention that my friend had some loose wires from a trailer hook up in the bed of the truck, and they more than likely shorted out the electrical system. That wasn’t discovered though until the NEXT DAY!

(After being sent e-mail describing how others have had stalls on this site, I’m not so sure about the wires in the bed of the truck theory.)


This post, including photos and commentary, originally appeared on on James A Sheets’ site.

The Blue Light Ghost

As told by Chris Woodyard in Haunted Ohio III [affiliate link]

Hummel Bridge

Hummel Bridge

In the 1930’s there was a young girl from Sugar Grove who was engaged to be married to a local fellow. The people of Sugar Grove had some serious doubts about this couples relationship, as they always got into the most terrible fights. They always seem to make up though. That was until one day when they got into the worst argument ever. Although they made up once again, the girl never acted the same. She seemed remote and isolated. Her eyes filled with anger and hate.

Late one night when the couple was parked out at the old Hummell covered bridge, the young lady pulled a knife from her purse and cut her lover’s throat. She then proceeded to hack away at the corpse ‘s neck until the unfortunate man’s head separated from his shoulders. She then carried his head up onto a small hill to the west of the bridge and sat down to cradle her gristly treasure. Crooning and whispering sweet nothings to the lifeless head, she was overtaken by grief. She then took her own life by cutting her throat.

She was found at the bottom of the hill still clutching her lover’s head by the hair. From the blood trail the corner concluded that she must have staggered down the hill carrying her lovers head before death claimed her as well.

The old cover bridge has been torn down and replaced by one made of concrete and steel. But on dark moon less nights, if you call out the woman’s name. A luminous blue shape will form on the top of the hill, and begin to stagger towards you.


The location of this site is in Fairfield County near the bridge on Hansley Road. To get there you must go south of the city of Lancaster on U.S. Route 33. Turn east on Hornsmill Road. Then turn right on the second road you come to which is Savage Road. Turn left on the first road you come to which will be Hansley Road. Follow this to Hummel Bridge which spans Rush Creek and you are at the spot! There is a house nearby. Sadly there was nobody home when I went to take the above photo. I would liked to have asked if they had ever seen anything. Maybe I will gather some brave soul and go and test out the legend some moon less night. Oh I should point out I think the girl’s name is Mary!


This post, including photos and commentary, originally appeared on on James A Sheets’ site.