Category: Fairfield

The Ghost In The Alley

Submitted by Judith Jasper

When I was growing up on Dewey Avenue, in Lancaster, Ohio there was a legend of the footsteps in the alley beside my house. On many a dark night when the moon was waning it is said that a man walks down the alley from Maud Avenue to Dewey Avenue, though it has long been forgotten why he treads his lonely journey. My father used to tell me this tale, and I have heard it from other people who used to live in the neighborhood.

When I was about ten years old I belonged to a little club made up of the girls who lived on or played with the children in the neighborhood around Maud, Dewey and Mulberry Avenues. One night we decided to see if there was any truth to the tale. The moon was in it’s last quarter and it was dark and spooky when our little gang gathered in Joyce’s garage to wait for the man to walk down the alley. We waited with hearts pounding and a little shiver would escape us with every scraping of a tree limb against the garage windows or any sound we could not immediately identify. To this day I don’t know if it was Joyce’s older brother or perhaps some boys in the neighborhood playing a prank, but somewhere in the murky darkness late that evening we heard the crunch of gravel outside the garage doors in the alleyway. A few of the braver girls peeked out the garage door…the footsteps crunched on the gravel but pale moonlight revealed no one in the alleyway! Needless to say we were quick to run from the garage to the safety of our homes!

There’s a little aside to this tale that makes it very interesting…. one morning I was awakened by the garbage truck grinding away outside my bedroom window, which faced the alley… usually the truck would stop for a few moments, then be on it’s way on down the alley. For some strange reason the truck stayed below my window for some time. I was amazed when a police car pulled up at the edge of the alley and two policemen came over to the parked garbage truck. The men in the truck led the policemen to a spot directly below my bedroom window. There in the alley was a deep rut, worn away over time by the flow of traffic in the alleyway. My father came over to the hole and handed one of the policemen a shovel. What could they be wanting to dig up the alley for, I wondered. Was it a buried treasure? As they dug, I watched and waited. Before long the policeman stopped his digging and bent over looking at something in the hole. He stood aside, and to my amazement, as I looked down in the hole, a human skull and other bones lay in the hole. I shivered, for the skull was very small and most surely a child’s skull! To this day I have learned nothing of the skeleton found in the alley. My father only had a little to say about it. It was definitely human, of a child about my age. The policemen thought the skeleton had been there for quite some years. My father speculated that it was possible that the child had been buried there before our house was built, when the was a meadow there. Our house was over 60 years old then, in 1957 or so, when this happened.

Who was the little child buried in the alley below my window? Was it a little girl or boy? Could it have been the reason why the sound of a man walking up and down the alley was heard some nights? Was he perhaps searching for his lost child? Or was it the murdered pacing up and down the alley, trying to ease his tormented soul?

I have posted this one pretty much as it was sent to me. This is one have I have not heard of locally, but it does make for some chilling reading. As always I would love to hear from anyone that has more information on this tale. The location is of course the streets named above in Lancaster, Ohio.

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

The Ghostly School Boy

As told by Chris Woodyard in Haunted Ohio II [affiliate link], and the Lancaster Eagle Gazette.

Ghosts of children to me can often be the most disturbing apparitions of all. Children are suppose to be things of delight ,and merriment, not trapped in some sort of limbo.

The following tale takes place at Amanda Clearcreek Schools in Fairfield County. It seems that a school counselor named Jim Flaningan had just finished his last day of work at the school, and had stayed after to finish up some unfinished paperwork. After an hour or so of work, Jim elected to go and exercise in the gym. After a short walk to the gym he arrived, and began to jog around the room. He had only been jogging a few minutes, or so when he noticed a boy of about fifteen years of age standing on the stage watching him.

Jim waved at the boy, and called hello to him as he continued to jog about the room. The boy never responded, but just continued to watch the man as he ran around the gym area. Several more times the counselor ran around the room, and each time the strange boy was there watching him from the stage. In the fading light of the day, Jim could see him clearly as he came around for another pass. The boy was standing near the stage curtain smiling. The clothes he was wearing, and hair cut which he had appeared to be very out of date. His blue jean bibs being the kind that buttoned diagonally across the shoulder, and a page boy style of hair cut.

Jim knew just about every kid in the school, but could not recall ever seeing this one. He increased the speed of his run, and made for the stage. The boy seeing his rapid approach, turned and walked behind the curtain. Jim reached the curtain seconds later to find that the boy had vanished. He checked, and found the back door to the stage locked and secured. By now the light in the gym was growing dim in the fading daylight, so Jim turned on all of the gym and stage lights. He then conducted a search of the area, which revealed nothing. Disturbed he called the assistant principal, and the local county sheriff.

Together they conducted a search of the school top to bottom which revealed no intruder of any kind. They also found no sign of forced entry into the structure. Soon the school’s janitor joined the men in their search. Jim commented that he thought that the boy might have been bare footed since he heard no footsteps from behind the stage curtain when the boy had fled. The school’s janitor who had been talking quite a bit suddenly clamed up, and never left the counselor’s side from that point on. He was asked if he ever had seen anything strange when he was in the school at night by himself. The janitor replied that he had not, and appeared to be very disturbed.

Jim later on had the chance to query the janitor’s son about his father’s work. He was told that the janitor never liked working in the school late after hours. It seems he always felt like someone, or something was watching him in the empty school building.

Jim still works in the educational system, but not in Fairfield County. Other faculty members have stated that the story is based on a real break in that occurred, and has evolved into a ghost story. I for one doubt this, as I really don’t think it would have been a wise career move on Mr. Flaningan’s part, to bring in the local law enforcement to check out a local fairy tale.

Amanda Clearcreek School is located in Amanda just off of U.S. 22 to the west of Lancaster, Ohio. I must once again point out that it is a crime to be on school grounds after normal hours without the consent of the school.

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

The Mystery Walker

As told by Randy Hughes.

This is a story of a late evening encounter in Lancaster, Ohio. My wife and I had finished dinner at the Trader Cafe on Columbus St. We were dating at this time, and wanted to find somewhere to eat on this late Thursday evening.

We had finished our dinner, and paid our bill. We walked out of the cafe, and turned to the left. Coming out of the cafe you have to walk out a bit, and look both ways on the sidewalk to make sure that no one is coming. I stepped out and looked both ways. Nobody was there either way, so we turned left and headed down one block to where our car was parked.

It was getting dark and I was being pretty cautious of the surroundings, so I looked behind us. I did not see a single person on the sidewalk, or the street. Not a second sooner did this tall man with long hair come walking very swiftly beside us. I did not even hear him coming. He passed us with out making a sound. He was a very tall man and medium built. The man continued pass us, and turned the corner going left around a building. My wife and I probably took a matter of 15 seconds to reach the very same corner as this man. I looked left, and there was no sight of him. I looked at my wife and she looked at me. We both said where in the world could this person have gone. There was no doors for him to go into, nor anyway he could have ran without us hearing him.

This man was no where to be seen on either side of the street. It was a real scary feeling, we both hurried to our car which was 20 feet away. Still there was no sign of the tall man. My wife does not believe in ghosts, but if you are the only two people on the sidewalk at night, and you have looked up and down the street seeing no one. Then out of the thin air comes this man, and he does not make a sound, not even while he walked passed us. He had dingo boots on which do make noise when you walk with them on. Then he vanishes around the corner of a building within a matter of second.

The entrance at the rear of the Trader Cafe in Lancaster, Ohio.

The front of the cafe where the silent man walked past the late night patrons and into oblivion..

I have left this one pretty much as the author sent it to me. I have not heard of this ever happening before in this area. I would love to hear from anyone else who thinks they might have seen this solitary pedestrian. I have had someone e-mail and state that the man described by Randy resembles one of the locals who lives nearby. This would not explain the man’s sudden appearance, or his silent walk. The location is of course the Trader’s Cafe 416 N. Columbus St. Lancaster, Ohio. Look over your shoulder often!

This post, including commentary, originally appeared on James A. Sheet’s 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.


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.

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

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

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 [Editor’s note: That email is long defunct. Email me at 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.