well, i don't know if it is an actual legend or not, but my father told it to me and my sister to scare us whe nwe were children, and in turn we have sued ti to scare others. I can't quite remember the name of the woman so i'll simply title it, "the wagon wheel".

Every summer our father would take us camping at lake saint patrick ( this lake also has the thrunder bird legend around it, and has an indian graveyard which my dad also surrounded with legends and used to scare us, i remember him even falling through the ground in it once)
on the way to the lake we would pass over a small bridge with a fast flowing creak beneath, in the creak was a wagon wheel and the some old wood, it seemed to be the remains of an old wagon the crashed, as my father tells it, the woman was travelling in the wagon, when the horses were spooked by wolves, the wagon toppled into the creak and the horses ran off into the distance leaving her with her leg pinned under the wagon in the rushing waters of the creak. she was trapped for days before she realized she would have to free herself, her only tool, her teeth. being hungry and not having a better way to free herself the woman ate her leg, finally free she fashioned a wooden leg out of some wood from the wagon and set off into the woods, bush fever took a hold of her and she lost her sanity and had grown a cannabilistic taste for human flesh. She is said to take children who wander too far from the camp site and eat them. that is what i remember my father telling us, of course my father is the kind of man who took a stick and made footpritns that seem to be from someone with a wooden leg, from there me and my sister took it, finding a bone near the waters we told other children it was an ankle bone of someone poor soul who was devoured by the wagon wheel woman, out on an island there is a small shack, and in it is a white powedery substance, upon finding this my dad told us it was flour she used to cook children. thats all i can recall about the wagon wheel.

as for the thunder bird legend it originates from the natives that once inhabited the area, the lake is quite large and has huge waves at times, said to be produced by the bird flapping its wings.

the indian graveyard, is simply just that, we would leave pennies on the chiefs grave, and my dad would take us there during the night to scare us. if i think of anything else around here ill post it.

Hi *waves* I live in Maine. And there are MANY urban legends here. One that sticks out the most (because I used to live near there) is Blueberry Hill. Supposedly, Charles Manson owned the field. And on the field there is huge boulders. I heard that they were placed there by the devil, and the whole field is haunted. But I doubt it is true.
Then there is the witch's leg on the tombstone.
check out the link that will explain it better than myself.
http://www.roadsideamerica.com/attract/MEBUCtomb.html
I have been there and the leg is STILL there.... very weird indeed

maybe the most popular around here, is the story about a elementary school called dooley elementary, anyways a young girl was sliding down the slide, and the drawstring of her jacket got caught on the top of slide, and she basicly hung herself, well if you go there at midnight, you can see her going down the slide, and in other stories she chases you go out of the elementary school just to follow you home or some crap, ive known people who've gone and seen it, and some who have gone and haven't, i've been once but i was to chicken sh*t to get outta the car and see lol, in some theories and explanations its the reflection of the light on the slide going up and down and you mistake it for the young girl . or theres the story of knock knock street in detroit, many different stories about that the one im most familar with is a young girl ends up getting into a arguement with her boyfriend, she gets out of the car and shuts the door on her dress, automaticly caught in the door, well the boyfriend didnt relize and drove off in a angry rage, and the girl ends up being dragged under the car to her death, while he drives she knocks on the bottom on the car to get him to stop, well if you drive down this street. you will hear knocks on the bottom of your car.....i just think its a sh**ty road and its the rocks hittin the bottom but theres some from southeast michigan

The only one for Idaho I heard from my dad. I'm not sure if I should believe him or not, but he's taken me to where it happened and that place is pretty effin' creepy.

Anyway, he decided to tell me ghost stories a couple years ago (I believe I was around 14-15 at the time), because the power was out and we were bored. He said when he was 12 him, two friends, and three of his brothers heard about a 'haunted house'. They went out one night to see it. Went in, and looked around. Falling apart, but pretty house. After inspecting every room, they went into the basement. In there they saw what looked like a coffin. My dad was the only one brave enough to go up to it, and as he did he said he felt really weird and heard strange noises. Opened it, and found it filled with dirt and what looked like hair. The rest came over and poked around in it, and found bones. Sadly the house no longer exists, but there's plenty of abandaned farms and small houses around Nampa if you look.

Aaand I just asked my friend if she knew of any thing like that here, and there's a field near my house that's supposedly where a woman who was raped then murdered is buried. Right near a school too. Also a couple a haunted frat house. And a couple dorms. The whole governer thing too. That's really all there is, sadly. Such a boring state.

Well here in Philly ( Center City) there are supposed to be ghosts EVERYWHERE :-D (for obvious reasons :-p )

Well in Newcastle, Northern Ireland it's supposed to be haunted by the Blue Lady. This is an area covered in forest and the mournes mountains are in it. The Blue Lady haunts Tollymore Forest Park (Part of the Mournes) She is said to be wandering looking for her lost love who was killed in battle. She is most commonly sighted at the Hermits House (a little stone house like building) and along the avenue leading up to Tollymore. Very freaky place at night, its a long road with thick forest on either side. The sky always looks unusual at night when you look up between the trees.

Here in San Antonio Texas, we have this legend that once a school bus got caugth on the tracks at this one crossing and it got hit by a train and all the chilidren died, well the legend has it if u park your car on the tracks your car wil slowly move off the tracks and if you dust them for fingerprints you can see lil baby hands

However it id found that the angle of the place is weird and it does stuff like that.

http://www.snopes.com/horrors/ghosts/hndprint.asp
peep it out

There’s something called the Auburn hobo, purposively a dead homeless man’s ghosts who roams local residents.

(Location: Auburn, OH USA)

That's creepy.

In the next town over there is a witch's house that was driven into the dark arts. It's way back into the woods, only the road in, only way out. If you walk into the house, as tales has it, the curtains and flood are suppose to be blood stained from the brutal killings that took place. Also the house is suppose to have weird powers... and aura of black arisings off of it. If you tip over the chair in front it will be up the next night.

Well the blood stains I didn't see... the chair thing, happened but I don't totally have the belief in the house's power.

I remember the first time I went there... with a couple friends drove back there in the middle of the night... as we were turning around a couple deer jumped out in front of us after we had just heard all this story. Nothing like a good jolt to the heart and a healthy use of the lungs.

The newest one around here is the ghost of a dead student haunts the gym at the middle school. Truth: child died there a couple years ago due to a bad heart. Questionable: Ghost story, I suspect it was made up to scare the poor 6th graders.

There's a haunted school where I live. Oklahoma. North Intermediate Highschool. Next to the school, there's an auditorium place for plays. If you go down the halls to the dressing room alone at night, you hear footsteps following you. But if you turn around to look, you'll hear them run off and disappear. Then there's the thing about the Ozark Howler in the Ozark Mountain area.

Well, I don't know about urban legends; however, I live in Western NY and I have some areas around here that are beyond spooksville. There is a place right outside of a little town called Frewsburg. It's called Gurnsey Hollow. There have been signficant amounts of satanic ritualism practiced there over the last few decades. I went there a few times and the last time I went will be my last. Upon entering the area, white "blotches" swooped down to the vehicle and seemed to just pass through it. There have been numerous accounts of rabid animals in that specific area. When you enter, you can feel the evil all over your body. For anyone as interested in this specific phenomenon as I am, it is a definite check out.
There is also a few other really interesting spots in Western NY, but I don' think I have enough time to go into specific detail about them all.

That is what I was just thinking....Here there is a sav-a-lot store that people swear is haunted...well, rather that the bakery is haunted. I will have to dig up a link on it.

I have only lived in Oklahoma for about 5 years, and I don't really know of any, so I decided to search the internet. What I found is absolutely hilarious. If you could be foolish enough to believe it, it might be considered "touching". However, allow me to point out the obvious holes along the way in this story. Here it is (The Student, the Prodigy, The Piano Teacher, etc...it has had many names):

At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf. <<*NOTE* There is no Mildred Hondorf in Oklahoma City>> I am a former elementary school music teacher from DeMoines, Iowa <<**Note** If she was from DES MOINES, wouldn't she at least be able to spell it? hahahah>>.

I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I've never had the pleasure of having a protege though I have taught some talented students.

However I've also had my share of what I call "musically challenged" pupils. One such student was Robby <<**Note** No last name given...hmmm>>. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys)! begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby.

But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn. Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, "My mom's going to hear me play someday."

But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in. Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons. I thought about calling him but assumed, because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching!

Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital <<**NOTE** At this point, he is supposed to be a former student. Why would she mail him a flyer that was meant for students? Especially if she thought he was so bad at playing? hrmmm>>. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mom had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing. "Miss Hondorf...I've just got to play!" he insisted. I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right.

The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece <<**NOTE**Why would the teacher be playing? I have never heard of this>>. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my "curtain closer."

Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he had run an eggbeater through it. "Why didn't he dress up like the other students?" I thought. "Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?"

Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo...from allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by people his age.

After six and a half minutes <<**NOTE** :::choking back laughter::: He played Mozart's Concerto #21 in 6 1/2 minutes? A piece that is AT LEAST 30 minutes long? WOW! Not to mention that it is NOT a solo piece. Besides, why would the teacher allow him to play a piece not previously approved? >> he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause. Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy. "I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it?"

Through the microphone Robby explained: "Well Miss Hondorf...remember I told you my mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning <<**NOTE** His mother passed away, he was 11 years old...so he went to play the piano? oookkk>>. And well....she was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. <<**NOTE** Ok, so all that time he kept saying "one day my mother will hear me play", he knew the entire time she was deaf? So he must have been a seer of sorts...lol>> I wanted to make it special."

There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage <<**NOTE** STOP STOP, YOUR KILLING ME!!! Social services was there to take him away, and they DIDN'T take him when his mother passed? She had a life threatening disease, knew she was going to die, but didn't have a relative for him to live with already lined up? Ummm...>> to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil. No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a protege...of Robby's. He was the teacher and I was the pupil. For it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why.

This is especially meaningful to me since after serving in Desert Storm Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995, where he was reportedly....playing the piano. <<**NOTE** Why would they have a piano in the Murrah Federal Building? He was a soldier first, then was hired as a musician to play in the federal building? At 9AM in the morning? RIIIGGHHTT.... I would also like to note that research has been done and the only people with a similar name (Robert) that died in the bombing (4 people in fact), none of them came from foster homes, nor did any of them fit this description. Also, how would anyone know what people were doing, when the building exploded? >>

The headlight stabber thing has been around a while. I have heard it numerous times. Anyway it does remind me of an urban legend that someone copied when I lived in Tennessee. My Aunts friend that lived on the next street over from her was shot by someone the husband claims was following them after they flashed their lights at them (because the husband said the other car had their headlights off). My aunt swears it is true, and if infact it is, I think the urban legend inspired it, and not the other way around. Usually when hearing this tale, it is always "My friends cousin's bestfriends step dads parole officers great great great uncle's girlfriend said this happened" you get the idea...lol

Think about that for a minute.... Agnes, I've got your baby? OMG That is absolutely HORRIBLE!!! EEEEK!

Somehow a one legged one armed one eyed guy doesn't exactly instill fear in me....hrmm...

Maybe someone should challenge him to an _ _ _ kicking contest

Sorry for digging up so many old posts, but I love to hear about urban legend stuff!!
Anyway, I have one my brother used to scare me. It is an are in Memphis TN Known as "Voodoo Village". Anyone heard of it? Anyway, there is supposed to be a house of crosses where some voodoo person lives. I know for a fact the house of crosses is there, we drove past it. My brother took us there, trying to be funny and scare us. The joke was on him almost, because after we drove past the house of crosses, a bunch of scary looking half naked guys were out side, and they threw a HUGE board of some sort that had nails sticking out of it in front of his car. He barely missed it.
Just a note, the house of crosses is a house that has crosses everywhere. Nailed to the house, sticking up out of the ground, from very tiny to taller than the house, they are everywhere, all over the front yard and along the side of the house you can see. There are two theories of the crosses...one that each one symbolizes someone murdered in voodoo village, and another that they are to keep the evil spirts away from the house from the other houses in voodoo village. I would love to know why all the crosses are really there. It looks very creepy.

theres a legend in our neighborhood. there is an old flag on a cliff, and a guy killed all these day care kids and went up there. if you go up there, your supposed to fall (or be "pulled") off the edge.

Well, I've lived in many places, but Leicester is the best hotspot for creepy stories

For urban legends, we have Black Annis.

The Weird Leicester website says this of her: Up on the Dane Hills lives Black Annis, an old blue faced woman with one eye. Her home is a cave she dug out of the sandstone with her long, sharp nails. She waits in the woods on the hills to pounce on unsuspecting children and carry them back to her cave. Once she has them there, they are doomed. She drinks their blood and eats their flesh and hangs their skins out to dry on the branches of the oak tree outside the entrance. When the skins of her human prey are dry she sews them together to make her skirts.

Stories of Black Annis, the bogeywoman of Leicester, were told to local children for hundreds of years and were still being told as late as the 1940s, even though the cave was finally covered up when the Dane Hills housing estate was built in the west of the city just after the first world war. Her cave led to a tunnel that ran all the way to Leicester Castle where she waits to this day as a ghost in the Castle Gateway!



For ghosts, we have the headless spirit of Mary Queen of Scots, who rides a horse-drawn carriage through Bradgate Park on Christmas Eve, before disappearing into the castle ruins.

There is also the Guidhall, investigated by the Most Haunted team.

And, saving the best 'til last... The Belgrave Hall museum ghosts, captured on CCTV. Here are the pictures:





The 'Victorian Lady' has often been heard walking around the upstairs of Belgrave Hall and on occasions, fleeting glimpses of her have been witnessed by staff on duty. On occasions, the aroma of cooking has been smelt within the Hall when nothing has been cooked. The smells are usually of fresh bread, stewed fruit and gingerbread - all generally referred to as 'old fashioned' cooking methods.

In 1998, staff were discussing work by the main door when one of the group suddenly went extremely pale. He said that while they were talking, out of the corner of his eye he saw a women in a "terracotta coloured Victorian style dress" walking down the stairs and turn into one of the adjoining rooms. When he looked at her full on, she disappeared.

Another member of staff witnessed the same figure on the first floor landing. Footsteps are often heard on the first floor landing , doors close of there own accord and room alarms are mysteriously activated when no one is there.

In December 1998, luminous figures, one believed to be wearing a long flowing dress complete with bustle, were captured on film outside the hall. The figures appeared to be surrounded by a halo of light. The image was recorded on the halls security camera at about 5.00 a.m. and was first spotted by a museum assistant who was reviewing the overnight video.

Other members of staff who studied the tape confirmed that the images appear to be that of two figures in Victorian style clothing. The story was made even more bizarre when it was discovered that the camera, which records an image every second, froze for five seconds while the image appeared. It also appears that the images come through the courtyard wall.

Experts confirmed that the figures 'were not human' due to the luminous effect they made on the film - it is believed that the figures were producing heat and energy similar to that given off by a fluorescent light. A suggested cause for the camera to stop filming was sudden surge of electricity in the atmosphere. A mysterious ball of mist or fog was also seen swirling over the garden throughout the experience.

The curator of the museum admitted that the video had him and his staff baffled. "The images appear from nowhere. "They make no entrance nor exit - they just appear and disappear".

It is thought that the ghost is that of Charlotte Ellis, who lived at the Hall with her seven sisters after John Ellis brought the property in 1845.

Original article here.

sounds pretty sweet, id like to go there at night with a camera.

we had a satanic hous but some guy torched it because it was on his land and they used it now they meet in a tabacco barn

I used to live in Colorado Springs and have been to all of those places that were mentioned. We used to take a lot of family members out to the mountains and also to The Garden Of The Gods as well for site seeing. If I would've known about all of this then I would have taken more pictures to see if I would have caught something in any of them. However I will go through the ones I still have and see if I can find something in one of them.... Thanks for the info....P.S. I did remember being a little creeped out by the caves on the mountain.

creepy indeed...

I grew up in a small West Texas town called Big Spring. The town got its name from the plentiful freshwater springs that used to flow freely in the area. It was a popular stopping place for the Comanches. Naturally, many legends popped up around the area due to its rich history.

One of my favorites was a tale that revolved around a state park called Scenic Mountain. It was rumored that a Comanche chief was buried at the top. Many people said they saw him wondering the hilltop and they felt he was pissed about his burial ground being turned into a playground. I never heard of him harming anyone, but he definitely scared a few people.

Another popular story was about our very own La Llorona. There is a salt lake on the north western side of town (very near Scenic Mountain) that has quicksand around it. The story goes that a family that was planning to settle further west had stopped there to picnic or stock up on water or something like that. The two children wandered off and never returned. It is believed that they got caught in quicksand and died. Well, the mother went off looking for them and she too wound up caught in quicksand (no one ever says or knows what happened to the father). As with all La Llorona stories the mother's soul stayed behind to look for her children. Many of the people who live near they lake see and hear her. Some even claim that she has entered their homes and pretty much thrashes the place (kind of like a poltergeist). A buddy and I camped out near the lake once and we both swear we heard her. Of Course it is hard to know if we actually did or not because the mind can play tricks when in such a situation. You also have to consider the fact that the story is totally unverifiable and may be complete B.S.

The railroad that goes through town spawned a tale of its own as well. It is said (again, unverifiable) that a railroad worker hung himself from an old brick bridge that connects the center of town with the north side of town. I have never seen it but a lot of people say that you can see him hanging there at the time of his death.

Probably the spookiest of all stories from the area is the one of Old Gail School. Gail is a town to the northeast of Big Spring. They used to have a school that housed all the grades from the town. The school is now abandoned. Without hearing the story, the school is creepy by itself. Imagine an abandoned school on an all but abandoned road in the middle of nowhere. There are no houses, lights, or anything around it. Sounds spooky, right? Well, now throw in the story! You see, the roof to the school's cafeteria is completely collapsed. Rumor has it that the roof collapsed while the children were at lunch. Supposedly a bunch of the kids died. They say that the principle was warned but did nothing. He then was supposed to have went to back to the school and shot himself. Some of the townsfolk say that before that another tragedy hit the school. A girl is said to have either killed herself or was murdered in the bathroom depending on who is telling the story. All of this supposed tragedy has naturally led people to say that the school is haunted something fierce. I have been to it quite a few times, but I never saw anything that would indicate there are ghost there, but I can tell you that it is indeed a very, very eerie place. I would not recommend people go there because it is falling apart and can be very dangerous. As with all of my other stories, there is nothing to verify the rumors surrounding Old Gail School.

Well, that is all I can think of offhand. If anyone wants to know more about these places just ask. I did not go into as much detail as I could have in order to make this post at least half readable.

i live in north staffordshire (england) quite a few local legends , we have the mermaid pool where its said men that roam past it at night are never seen from again ,its said that they mermaid lures them in to the pool. and the chained oak bout a cursed 17th century family that if a branch fell of the tree, that a memeber of that family would die, so they chained it up and still there today....been to see it very errie .

My town is also well known for the double sunset few other local legends not as good tho

...hmm...local legends...that the Hitchcock house is haunted...my pappa lives in lewis, iowa...hrmm...i dont know any about any other towns...that i have lived in...sorry

Welllllll now!
I live in Southern California, and as far as I know, I just know about two.
One, of course, being at the Roosevelt Hotel up in the Hollywood/Los Angeles area
Supposedly Miss Marilyn Monroe's ghost is there, and then there's something about room 182. Some old lady, if I remember right, shes wearing all black, and shes missing a key to her room. You go to help her, and she tells you about the missing key, you get the key, come back, and shes gone.
Plus, up in Old Town there are streets with corpses under them, because there hadn't been enough room for graves I think. Anyhow, there's a little graveyard there, you can hear little girls laughter and singing/talking when you get to like the very middle of it, I remember actually hearing the laughter on a field trip. No hostility there at least. HOWEVER there's also a house in the area built up of metal, which is supposedly haunted (even though the walls make you echo, its still got some very odd things about it). There's an awful aura about it, and my moms friend said she ditched the tour and went snooping and at some staircase in there, she felt like she was being strangled. Apparently, there had been gallows in the area before that house was made.
That's as much as I know at the moment.

I live in a litle village in western-Norway and here it`s a lot of myths an legends and a lot of peoples here belive in the paranormal (like me).

The most famos myth here are about an mystical lady that goes around and freezees peoples and animals with her touch. One girl in my class had a temparature on 34-35 after a footballmatch and she said that it was this lady who freezed her.

Possibly norways most famous ghost is that of a monk in the Nidaros Cathedral in Trondheim, Norway (my hometown)

There's alot of myth and tales about him, but also some more "credible" reports. The one most known is that of a woman called Marie Gleditsch in 1925. Her story is this:


Believe it if you want, there's alot of myths sorrounding the cathedral (Called Nidarosdomen in norwegian. a quick goodle search would give you an idea of how it looks), and I encourage ghosthunters to go have a look. I'm too much of a whimp to do it myself

Southwest new mexico here, Hrm lets see, there is a spot supposedly where you can see a woman hanging by her neck im pretty sure its a tree, or an old house, its been a while since ive heard about it, also we have a cemetary that has been abandoned, it has a glowing headstone, ive actually went out there, and as we were walking up to it I was telling my friends about how ghosts can make flashlights go out, dim, and sure enough the closer we got the dimmer the flashlights became, as as we were walking back they returned to normal, and we looked back and it did appear as if it were glowing. we have so many stories actually im having trouble remembering them all, but we have various haunted houses, roadside ghosts, monsters, you name it.

I live in a small town in lancashire and we have one Legend.

The legend is to do with the town's forrest, a tree and a cliff edge and a rope swing and They call it the devil's corner. Because myth as it, that's where a lot of black magic and satanism happened in the late 18 century in the town.

The story is that four men in the late 18th century hung one of there friends as a sacrifice to Satan and 2 months later all four of them had commited suicide at the spot on the cliff edge near the tree, where they murdered there friend.

There also use to be a rope swing on the tree, untill a teenage girl hung herself from it in the seventies. Supposably a hundred years after that incident, so the rope swing was cut down.

Makes for a spooky urban legend, but you should see the spot, I once went there and it give me the creeps.

Where I live in the Black Country (England) theres a place called Warley Woods thats apparently haunted by a grey lady. No one knows how long shes been there although I know a few people who said they had seen her in about the 70's.

There is also a place known locally as the Dams and that a child drowned in one of the larges ponds there, but they could never get the body as it sunk into the thick mud.(the Dams are thick with mud all year round) I don't know if the stories true or not.

This was a legend from when i used to live in Lima, Peru

A house called "Matusita" has two floors, on the first floor its a normal store but in the second floor is haunted. A long time ago lived a man that was very bad to his servants, he insulted and treated badly the servants. One day the owner of the house (the bad man) was going to have dinner with his friends. Since the servants were tired of all the bad things the owner of the house had done, they wanted revenge. They planned to add a liquid to the food that made the guest and the owner himself turn crazy, and illucinate things. When everybody was being seated the cheff added the liquid. After the plates where served the servants left the room and locked it from outside. 15 minutes passed and they heard screams, insults, plates breaking and murmurs. After a while it was all silent. The servants thought everything was calm so they went in the room. As they oppened the door they saw the most horrible thing: all around them was blood, body parts, eyes, hands, organs, ponds of blood, heads were cut, the faces of the guests showed a terrefied or angry face. It was so bad that the servants turned crazy and killed themselves in the same room. No win matusita u can hear screams, insults etc.

This story was translated from the original spanish version, this is one of the stories i know.

Oh my god, I have so many it's pathetic! I grew up in and around Wilmington, NC, there were plenty around there. The maco light was famous. My grandma and my grandpa went there when they were dating and they saw "Joe Baldwin's lantern". . .it's one of those local legends about the man who died in a train accident. . .then there's the train tracks where the school bus of kids got hit. . .I think that's somewhere near shallotte, I can't remember. . . My favorite stories are about Fort Fisher. . .there's A LOT of stories about that place. one is about a hermit that lived there and supposively had a bunch of money stashed somewhere and a bunch of kids killed him so they could steal his money, or something like that. . .then there's the one that my Uncle Charlie (RIP) used to tell about how the hills there were made to hide weapons and there are still some there. . .Then there's the treasure that blackbeard supposively buried somewhere around there. . .Wilmington was a big pirate town, so there's plenty of "buried treasure" stories. Me and my friends used to go looking for them. hahaha. Oakdale Cemetary has PLENTY of stories surrounding it. . .supposively it's home to a group of satanists that live among the graves (weird stuff) and you're not supposed to go there after dark or they'll kill you (that was probably made up to discourage "ghost hunters" Oakdale is one of the oldest cemetaries in North Carolina, supposively) Wilmington's a really historic town, there's alot of legends around there. It was a really good place to grow up, especially for someone as into "weird stuff" as me.

I also have a bunch from Texas, my dad grew up there and him and his friends went and investigated EVERY local legend, so he has a bunch of stories from there. . .so does my grandma that lives there. . .and now that I'm in alabama, I've found a couple here, but they're mostly near places like tuscaloosa and birmingham (I live in gulf shores). . .there is one about the old fort down here, supposively theres a ghost there that'll follow you, sometimes all the way back to your house. . .

That the hitchcock house is haunted {live near lewis, ia} that my bffs house is haunted (a cardboard box filled with toys flew in the air and hit her stepdad!) not many things, bloody mary thats always facinating for a sleepover and in this midwest area...hrmmm...Oh, yea that washington elementary school is haunted, i dont believe it! I went there for im thinking two years, but i never once had a ghostly encounter there, but then again, it always did feel extremely weird to walk through the halls alone...

I read the entire thread, very interesting stories!

Here in the great State of Washington, we also have a couple of urban legends or myths. Leading the way is Maltby’s 13 Steps to Hell. According to personal accounts, There used to be a staircase that began at ground level and descended 13 steps below ground. I believe the legend/story was that it was a below-grade entrance to the opulent tomb of a locally wealthy family. In any case, kids used to get drunk near or in the cemetery and would walk down these steps late at night. It is unsure whether there were doors or simply a dirt wall at the bottom of these steps. Regardless, once you reached the bottom of the stairs and turned around you supposedly no longer saw the cemetery but a vision of Hell. The similarity in this story to yours is that this vision drove the subject to insanity. Anyone watching the subject walk down the stairs witnessed them stop, turn, and fall dumbfounded to their knees. I’ve heard that several children emerged nearly comatose from the steps – many of them never uttered another word. the story goes that these steps were bulldozed over (depending on the age of the storyteller, the bulldozing occurred anywhere from 1992 to the early 1960’s) and that the severe NO TRESPASSING limitations were a result of that.

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Another popular urban myth/story often discussed in these neck of the woods is about a worn-down insane asylum or sanitarium called Old Western State Hospital. It is said that back in the 20's & 30's, strange research, operations were performed on its patients. It is also gets the distinction as the place were the frontal labotomy was perfected. Anyway I digressed. The "Old Hospital" as it is referred to in these parts closed its doors in favor of a new hospital built nearby. Even though a new hospital was built, the old hospital still remained in its delapidated state.

The grounds the hospital rest upon is believed to be very, very DISTURBED. The most feared area of Old Western State Hospital is the underground boiler room. Upon walking into the boiler room, you can hear laugher, moans, footsteps, screams, & other oddities. You also feel a HEAVY sense of being watched. A fealing of dread, panic, & sadness also overcomes you. Needless to say, it is not a place for the faint-of-heart.

About 15-20 years ago, a local construction company recieved a contract to destroy the old sanitarium. Within the first couple of days of demolition, the project was immediately aborted; a 6-foot high fence erected around the facility; and the building was left half-standing. To this day, no one knows why the construction company never returned to complete the job.

I have two...

I used to live at some trailer park but moved recently.

Lets see, there was one where you go into your bathroom and turn out the lights. I dont remember, but I think you say "Bloody Mary" three or was it five times. The lights will suddenly come back on and there will be a message written in blood on the mirror.

Also, there was this old broken trailer with a hole leading under it. The yard was overgrown and thorns were surrounding the little tree's trunk. Like a haunted house version of a trailer. XD Anyway. There was years worth of old phonebooks and newspapers on the porch that people just kept delivering. Old flower pots, dead plants. Abandoned furniture inside the locked doors. Some said giants rats lived in it. Most kids there enjoyed going under trailers with holes to get through. But would never go into this ones. Nobbody hardly went in the front yard. I did though. Around 50 times in the 7 years I lived there. People said it was haunted by the ghost of a murdered woman. People said that she was was murdered by her older bofriend. Some said she was younger. SOme said they were dif colors. Some said she was an old woman and a young man. I prefer a mix of the color one and old woman one. Makes it interesting. No offense to anyone. Im just a kid. Anyway, the kids said that she was murdered and her body was thrown under the house and the guy fled the scene. So, yeah.

There is a "White Witch" that haunts Norris Canyon Road. Legend has it she lived in the first days of the automobile. Her carriage's horses were startled by two oncoming cars while trotting along Norris Canyon Road. The first car zoomed past, frightening her horses and throwing her from the carriage. The second vehicle hit her. She was the first to be killed by a car in the area. Now she is spotted as a glowing white figure, wandering the road.

Another myth surrounds that dark, winding road. Near a local high school, another girl wanders the roadside, following the regular hitchhiker ghost story as she targets young men who are driving alone late at night. Supposedly she died in a car accident on her prom night, and is looking for a date to take her home.

Hi - I'm new on the site. I'm based in SE England (Surrey) - v. boring here! (altho' I do live near the site of the first official railway murder, where a Victorian woman was thrown to her death in a railway tunnel. don't know if it's haunted though) I've been to Yorkshire, where there's a hill called 'Electric Hill.' apparently there's a phenomenom where, when you're driving uphill you feel you're going down, and vice versa. Must admit, I never sensed anything but burning clutch linings - it's one of those sites where lots of 'people' have experienced something, but no one has actually met one of them! Also, in Dartmoor (West Country) there's 'Kit's Grave' where a young woman is buried, and mysterious flowers appear every day. No one has ever seen who puts them there, but it's such a well known legend it's likely anyone passing thru' does it, like a good luck talisman. That one has become rural legend if you like. As have the 'giant hairy hands' also in Dartmoor - a pair of huge hairy hands are said to materialise in front of unwary drivers. They feel the wheel is being siezed and they are being forced off the road. Just like Electric Hill, there are plenty of accounts of it happening but I've yet to meet someone it happened to. No way am I driving there at night to find out though! Oh, and near where I live is a crater in the hillside where a US bomber crashed during WW2 and all 4 crew were killed. On dark nights, 'tis said the ghostly sound of an aeroplane is heard, the engine whining as it drops to meet its grisly demise ... Never heard it myself mind, and never met anyone who has, but the National Trust assure us that it's true ... There - plenty of accounts but no living witnesses to back them up. Guess these all count as 'urban' (or 'rustic') legends then, huh?

WOW! I have always wanted to go to Europe. Maybe one day...

Okay, I've been watching this thread for a while. Intresting stories. I have one to add. Goliad, Texas. My hubands family has owned some land there since Texas belonged to Mexico. Anyways, there is a mesquite thicket out behind their house. I myself have only been through it once, I am now in a wheelchair and not able to manuver through. Well, the thicket is about 5 or 6 acres. Everyone who goes in it gets totally turned around. For some reason everyone ends up coming out at the same place. My father in law is a sargent first class and has all kinds of military toys. He has taken a few compasses with him and they all quit working (the needle either freezes up or it slowly spins even if you are standing still.) Their land is about 5 miles from where the original site of La Bahia (?) was.

I move to Michigan in November and I look forward to going out to paulding to see if those lights are explainable. From all that I can hear and find they are "on 365 days a year, and through every season" that's even a hard feat for the mail men to do in the UP where they often get dumped on wtih snow for almost 6 months of the year. I think it will be interesting to see if they are real and if not what all the fuss is about.

If you are looking for information try searching Paulding spook lights, Dog meadow lights, and Paulding lights. There is a ton of info from many different sites.

Where I am in Sydney, we have a few that I know of...

Down the street from me there's place referred to as "The Street With No Name", which borders a large park on the bay with an old train line (now disused) running through it, and there have been an uncanny amount of murders and accidental deaths there (this is true- a couple of small children were murdered in the 50's, a homeless man was bludgeoned to death, a railway worker was hit by a train, and a few years ago a body was found floating in the water just near there.). It's known to be haunted, and children throughout the past have always been told not to wander through there if it's getting dark (good advice considering the murders!)

Also, we have a dissappearing hitchiker up the coast where my parents live- The beach is called Jenny Dixon, and legand says that the beach is named after a murdered woman who was brutally raped and killed by a group of men whilst hitching a ride down the lonely road. Her ghost apparently asks for a ride home, then dissapears when the drivers drives past the cemetary. I did a project on this for uni, trying to debunk the whole thing, and went and asked the police whether they could confirm any murders on that stretch of road. They told me there was no murder, but a woman was killed in a hit and run about 30 years ago...

And something interesting about Old Sydney town- and this is very true (look it up)...
Our first graveyards were originally under the CBD- one is right under the present Town Hall, and he other is under Central Train Station. The graves were moved to the new cemetery at Rookwood when the city grew, but alot of the bodies were left where they laid- right under our busiest parts of the city. There is a small platform on Central Station, removed from all the others, called Mortuary Station, where the train used to take the corpses out to Rookwood, which urban legand claims is haunted by a mourning woman in black pushing an old fashioned pram and crying....

Near Norwich, England (east coast).

I don't really know, i suppose Black Shuck and Nessie ?

http://www.edp24.co.uk/Content/Features/Sp.../BlackSHuck.asp

i dont know of any myths in exeter, england

I live in Devon near Dartmoor, a huge national park area of about 400 square miles. That might not sound big to American’s, but you got to remember England is only a small island!

Anyway, there are loads of legends set around here. My favourite is:

The Hound of the Baskervilles (was meant to be based on a person who lived on the Moors.) An evil man named Richard Cabell who use to let his ‘Devil Dogs’ lose on the moors! Also once this person died he was buried in a tomb with a huge thick wall around it. There’s a single door to get in, and legend says that you walk around the tomb 7 times and put your finger in the keyhole and it gets cut off!

Also nine people help pay for the tomb, so his spirit would be trapped, all nine are buried in a row besides the tomb; they all died within a week of its completion. It’s strange to walk along and read their names and date of death.

The tomb is in a village called Buckfastleigh, (where I was raised as a child.) In a churchyard, (up on a hill, up thousands of steps, which every time you count them, never equals the same) where the church was burnt down by ‘Satan Worshipers’. All that’s left is the steeple, (that was rebuilt) and the remains of the church walls. But also the tomb and gravestones were untouched.
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in here there is a a creature called 'mananangal' in night the body is seperated in two yu kip that away with 'bawangs' onions hangin in yur window for me all onions belong to my microwave not in my window

The most famous legend around here is the Goatman of Gatesville. It a half-man half-goat that sucks the blood of teenagers making out at local lover's lanes. Grandparents told me that one when I was about 12.