Monthly Archives: October 2013

Headless Hattie

As told by David Robinson.

As the story goes, a lady by the name of Hattie was coming home after a day of shopping with her baby. They were traveling along the section of Watkins Road that crossed over Big Walnut Creek, in southeast Columbus, which at that time, about 25 years ago, had an old one lane bridge. As they approached the bridge, another car was traveling in the opposite direction as Hattie and her baby on the other side of the bridge. The elevation of the crest of the bridge prevented the two drivers from seeing the glow of the oncoming headlights of their cars headed in each others direction. As the two cars approached the bridge from both sides, neither knew of the other speeding right towards them. They both drew nearer to the bridge. The other car made it to the bridge before Hattie did, and her car was forced off the side of the bridge, which flipped over guard rail and landed on it’s top in the creek. The accident killed both Hattie, who was decapitated, and her young baby. It is now local legend that if you go to the bridge on the night of a full moon, park your car, flash the headlights 12 times, and wait, you will see Headless Hattie carrying her head in the crook of her arm and walking around the area looking for her baby.


The old one lane bridge that the accident happened on has since been replaced by a unusually wide two lane bridge (the old one was much more scary!). The location of the bridge, Franklin County,southeast Columbus, is just off 104, south down Alum Creek Drive till you get to Watkins Road on the left. Go around the bend and take the first left, which will still be Watkins Road. The Big Walnut Creek Bridge will be the first bridge you come to. This bridge is approximately 150 yards from my apartment, where I sit right now.

(This tale sounds similar to the Headless Motorcyclist of Elmore, Ohio.)


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

Moonville

As told presented in WSYX’s Ghosts of Columbus and Beyond,
and Haunted Ohio [affiliate link] by Chris Woodyard.

The Moonville tale is one well known to the students of Athen’s resident university “Ohio University” home of the Fighting Bobcats. The town of Moonville today is a ghost town, and yes the pun was intended. If in fact if my sources are correct, not even a building is left standing. It sprang up a 100 years or so ago to house the workers and their families of the local iron furnaces. The old B&O Railroad runs through the area in what is described as one of the most desolate sections of the old railway. What does remain is the old railway tunnel with the town’s name embedded in the brick which covers the entrance to the tunnel. With an atmosphere like this one you couldn’t help but find a ghost.

The most popular form of the tale is that a conductor of the B&O Railway was having a torrid affair with the wife of one of the engineers. The engineer became enraged when he discover out what his wife was doing with his fellow co-worker. On a dark night the engineer lured the conductor off the train on the pretext that something was wrong with one of the undercarriages of one of the cars. The conductor crawled under the car in question to inspect it for damage. The jealous and enraged engineer then climbed in to the locomotive and gave the old steam engine a full throttle. The conductor hearing the trains familiar rumbling attempted to extract himself from under the now moving train. His attempt as you can guess, failed. The poor hapless man was decapitated, and the engineers revenge on his co-worker realized.

The ghost description is that of a african american man around eight feet tall looking as if he is walking about on stilts. He has a miners oil lamp on his forehead, and can be seen staggering down the tracks on dark nights. Others have seen the more expected headless spectre carrying a lamp walking along the railway searching for his head. Some report just seeing a lamp either green or red in color bobbing up and down the tracks and adjacent woods. The poor mans screams imploring the train to stop can also be heard on some dark quiet nights.

Another variant of the story is that a brakeman had been playing card late one evening and became very drunk. He staggered out on to the tracks after the game had long ended waving his lantern in a vain attempt to stop a passing locomotive. The train ran him down cutting off his head. This one sounds more believable, but the jealous engineer version is more popular.

The last one is either a variant or a separate story all together. It involves a young girl who was struck and decapitated. No explanation of how her demise was achieved is told. Maybe she was caught in the Moonville Tunnel, or on one of the four trestles along the railway, and simply could not get out of the speeding trains way.


The location of this site is in the Zaleski State Forest in Vinton county. The tunnel lies several miles east of Lake Hope on the old B&O railway. I would advise asking one of the locals for directions, or invest in a good county map if you are interested in finding the exact location. My county map shows Moonville which surprised me. The old railway is shown running across Hope Road which is just south of Lake Hope off of Route 278. Moonville is just to the east, just follow the old railway to the tunnel. Here is a link to Rich Moeckel site at http://www.geocities.com/richemt911/ which has detailed information on this area.


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

A Couple of Southern Ohio Haunts

Submitted by Sam Logan that felt my site lacked information about the southern part of the state.

I notice your sight is lacking in stories from Southeastern Ohio, you know, we DO exist. We also have interesting ghost stories. Here’s a few:


Top Hat

The man known as top hat has frequented the operating room of Scioto Memorial Hospital for years. He’s dressed in 18 Century garb and sports (you guessed it) a top hat. One day a nurse going to the OR was walking by herself down the corridor to the OR and saw this man. The man politely said “Good day madam.” and she responded likewise and walked on. It dawned on her as she walked that no one should be in that section of the hospital unless they were dressed in hospital garb. She turned around and saw him fade away.
No one has had unpleasant run-ins with top hat. He’s polite and courteous but never stays long to chat. Unfortunately no one knows what happened to this distinguished gentleman.


The White Nun

The former intensive care unit of Mercy Hospital has been the home of the white nun. She’s dressed in white and doesn’t speak. When she is near, you feel cold and peace. You don’t realize that you’ve been visited by her until she is gone.
Several people have seen her float by hospital rooms, over guards heads and she’s been seen on the monitors as well. There was a connection made between the nights she was spotted and when a patient would die. It was theorized that she was the angle of death.

The counterpart to this story is there is the black nun that haunts the floor above her. No one has seen it, but THEY HAVE FELT IT. When the black nun is present, the room temperature drops and you are chilled to the bone with dread and fear. To my knowledge, nothing has happened with this creature. But plenty has happened on this floor, and it started in the early 1980’s.

Year ago Our lady of Mercy hospital was ran by the Catholic Church. The hospital had the priest and nuns there as part of its administration. One night the nurses on the floor (I believe it was the step down unit) had a couple of slow nights, and one nurse brought in a Ouija board. The nurses were playing with it. I should add that there was always something wrong with rooms 5, 8 and 237 (I’m guessing on the last one) one nurse asked what was wrong with room 8. Bed sheet would crumple up and things would be misplaced and then placed back again. The board replied l-o-o-k i-n t-h-e m-i-r-r-o-r. The nurses were scared and understandably didn’t want to go, but one nurse, a petite brave little redhead, said she would go. She marched up to the room and went to look in the mirror. Every one in the conference room waited for her to come back down. A bloodcurdling scream was heard across the hall. She immediately ran downstairs, quit her job and left. Last I heard, she had moved out west. The nurses were baffled but break was up, so they went back to work. Mother superior, on making her rounds, heard about the Ouija board in the intensive care unit break room, and marched up to get rid of the board. She asked with a furious voice, “Where’s that board!”. The nurse who brought it in said it was in the break room, where they had left it. Mother superior went into the room to destroy it, but it was nowhere to be found. She searched high and low, but it never surfaced. She went to the nurses station and asked vehemently where it was, but the nurses said it was in the room. The board had hid itself to keep it from being destroyed, or so the legend goes. Since then, odd things have been happening on the floor, particularly the rooms 5 and 8. Bed sheets crumple after being made, equipment and monitors go haywire. One night, and my mother can attest to this, the other hospital in the area was full and was sending a patient over, and standard procedure was to go to the room, turn down the sheets and turn on the monitors. When the monitor was turned on (it was back in the ’80’s, when it still used paper to print out on) it started to act like it was printing out a heartbeat, then it began to make upside down crosses. It did this several times before the patient was wheeled into the room. The minute the patient came in the room, the monitor quit and went back to a straight line reading.

Some would say that a portal to hell was opened up that day. Oh yeah, and the nurse? Years later after mom started working there and when the catholic church gave up control of the hospital, my mom asked a priest who had been there for a while if there was any truth to the story of the nurse who ventured to room 8. The priest confirmed this and when asked by mom what she saw, his answer was “a demon’. And he left it at that.


I have no first hand knowledge as to the location or authenticity of these tales. I simply have presented them as they were sent to me to provide some information on hauntings in the southern portion of Ohio in which my site is lacking. If anyone has information as to the exact location or to add to the above account, please feel free to contact me at jas1746@greenapple.com. [Editor’s note: That email is long defunct. Email me at wintermute@nitemarecafe.com instead of the original author.]


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