Local legends of phantom cars, ghosts, and murders provoke curiosity for the unknown.

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Have you ever had that uncomfortable moment while driving down a back road when you thought you really should’ve taken a different route? Felt that tug at your gut saying, “Turn around! If you keep going something bad is going to happen!” You start believing that there’s someone or something out there in the dark waiting to jump out at you or you begin to wonder if you really are alone in your vehicle. Mike has.

“I was out near Los Angeles driving in the desert and hadn’t seen light for hours. Suddenly, for a second, I saw a man standing on the side of the road.  And then he completely vanished. I didn’t stop for anything! It’s freaky. Your mind starts to play tricks on you and you wonder if what you’re seeing is really there or just a figment of your imagination.”

Every small town has a local legend, told and retold, like a phantom ghost car that chases you for miles or a spooky spirit that likes to show up in your review mirror. What makes these stories so intriguing is that without even having been there, your imagination can totally set up  the scene. In your mind you can see yourself driving down the dark road,  waiting for something paranormal to occur. It’s the build-up to the unknown that makes the picture in our minds more terrifying that what’s actually happening. (No matter how many versions of the story there are.)

So gather round, y’all. We’re gonna tell you a few ghost stories before lights out.

Seven Sisters Road- Nebraska City, Nebraska

If you’re sensitive to sibling drama, you’ll want to stay off this old road, locale of one of the most gruesome legends to come out of the wholesome farmlands of Nebraska. An hour south of Omaha is Nebraska City. Ask anyone in this town of 7,000 and you’ll be cautioned to avoid Seven Sisters Road.  Legend has it that almost 100 years ago, a brother and his seven sisters were living in the hills outside the city. For reasons no one has ever known, one night the brother came home palm-twitching mad, poisonous thoughts swirling through his mind.  Slipping deeper and deeper into psychosis, the darkness finally overtook him, and unimaginably, he dragged each one of his innocent sisters to a separate hilltop and hung them all. While no one knows what happened to the brother, locals warn unsuspecting visitors that strange things happen on the road that curves through those seven forlorn hills.  Many brave souls who have dared to drive out there report cars suddenly drained of power, engines stalling and headlights dimming as if in warning to get away, the hills aren’t a place to be at night. But if you insist, and you park your car out on the road for long enough,you may just hear the wailing screams of those poor sisters out in the distance.

Photo by Dan Swanson via www.ncnewspress.com

Jogger’s Hill- Thornton, Colorado

Let this be a warning:  If you’re in Thornton and you’re headed out for an evening drive, let somebody know where you’re going.  Or better yet, just don’t go. About 20 minutes north of Denver in the foothills less than on hour outside Golden Gate Canyon State Park sits this Colorado town. The story goes that one night, a jogger was out on a solo run on Riverdale Road, which leads to a popular hilltop overlook with a great view of the city lights.  Out of the quiet night came a speeding car, careening into the jogger, who was left to die alone in the darkness on the side of the road. Forever restless and angry at his fate, they say the jogger haunts this back road, looking for his killer in every passing car. He especially likes to creep up on people who park at the top what is now called Jogger’s Hill. Word is, if you kill your lights and engine, he’ll think you’re the one who hit him. Folks have reported hearing sounds of quick feet running toward them followed by angry fists beating the sides of their cars and handprints appearing on the windows as though the jogger is outside trying to get a look at his killer inside. Seriously, don’t go up there.  Okay, we warned you

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Cuba Road- Barrington, Illinois

What could possibly be scary about lingering in the most haunted cemetery in Illinois? Plenty. If you find yourself an hour north of Chicago, driving past White Cemetery, maybe keep driving. The spirits there have been known to wander outside the gates since the 1820s. Police and other reliable eyewitnesses have reported seeing all kinds of vanishing objects, from people to floating black phantom cars and even a house that was supposed to have burned down under mysterious circumstances. Locals say if you see the house, don’t go in or when it disappears into the mist, you’ll disappear with it. Forever. There have been sightings of a woman with a lantern, seemingly  looking for a ride but then quickly vanishing behind the sunken headstones. Hazy figures lingering beside the trees and near the perimeter of the cemetery are a common occurrence out there too. So if you’re driving along Cuba Road and you happen to see someone out there, whatever you do,  DON’T offer anyone a ride. Chances are they’re already on the other side, heading back and looking to take you with them.

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Route 44 – Rehoboth, Massachusetts

Possibly the most frightening local legend in these parts is the one about the elusive phantom hitchhiker who has been violently scaring drivers on Route 44 just east of Providence for the past 30 years. Described as a six feet tall, bearded, red-headed man, with dark lifeless eyes, he matches the description of a victim who years ago died in a terrible crash on that stretch of road.  Locals warn against offering him a lift because those who have had some bad experiences. One woman talks about her encounter with the red-headed hitchhiker, remembering that when she stopped for him, as he reached for her door handle he suddenly evaporated and then her car engine died. Frozen with fright, she could hear his maniacal laughter long after he had vanished from sight.

Many folks in town will tell you to never, under any circumstances, drive Route 44 with anything less than a full car because one of the most common ways to see this phantom hitchhiker is in your rearview mirror as he appears in the backseat. Just as you look up and see him staring at you, he disappears, but then all by itself your car radio will start scanning stations so fast and loud that your car will begin to shake.  And through the radio static, you’ll hear that laugh.  Anyone up for a little New England road trip?

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Gudgeonville Bridge- Girard, Pennsylvania

This story is set just a ways south of Erie, Pennsylvania on a covered bridge built around 1868. Stretching 84 feet across Elk Creek, the Gudgeonville Bridge claimed its first life a little over 100 years ago. Legend says that a farmer named Obadiah Will was delivering a mule to a nearby farm when the animal suddenly began acting strange. It led Obadiah down the road to the entrance of the covered bridge, but stopped short, unwilling to cross. Frustrated, the farmer snapped the reins a few times to get the mule moving, but to no avail. The balking mule refused to take another step. Unable to turn around on the narrow bridge or to go forward, Obadiah grew more and more enraged, flogging the poor beast until he literally beat him to death. It is said that after having so brutally killed the animal, the farmer unhitched him from the wagon and buried him along the bank of the creek. Years later, a young girl playing along Devils Backbone, the cliffs above the creek, fell to her death and drowned in the rushing water. When her family went to look for her, all they ever found was her left shoe. Today locals say that if you park on the Gudgeonville Bridge and roll the windows down, you can hear the clanking of hoofs — the mistreated mule approaching your car. It’s also said that along the banks walks a young girl, wearing just one shoe. Don’t linger too long, or she may get her hands on your shoe. Maybe with your leg still attached…

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Has anything spooky or unexplainable happened to you while driving on a haunted road? Tell us about it in the comments below!

 

 

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46 thoughts on “5 Haunted Back Roads in America You’ve Got to Take”

  1. Kim Warren

    Leipers Fork Tennessee
    Around 2:am on Old Hillsboro pike heading out of the town of Leipers Fork with a friend. The roads are very winding and the only lights were our head lights from the car. The part of the road we were approaching had a severe left curve. As we were winding towards that curve we saw five ghostly figure’s dress like colonial people hovering about 3 feet off of the ground with hollow eyes and blank faces!
    We were going slow enough that we knew what we saw and what we saw were ghostly figures !!
    There are lots of ghost stories about that area this when I witnessed myself.
    It was May of 2000.

    1. Steve Simpson

      Arlington Texas
      In the late 80’s I worked for a manufacturer in Richmond, California. It was decided one year that shipping our product across the country from Richmond simply wasn’t cost effective. So the company decided to close the doors to the plant, lay off most of the employees, and relocate a select few to a new facility in Grand Prairie, Texas. My family and I were selected for the relocation. We decided to make the drive to Texas and kind of see the country on the way. We saw much more than we bargained for! On route, we thought that traveling the trucker’s route would be the safest on Interstate 10. My wife was convinced that should we break down, one of the big strong truckers would pull over and lend a hand to get us back on the road again.

      After all, it was just my wife, and I in our mid 20’s, and 3 small children. So we found ourselves on one of the most desolate stretches of road imaginable, between Las Cruces, New Mexico, and El Paso, Texas. It was early July, and we decided to stop, check into motels during the heat of the day, and drive when it was cooler at night. For the comfort of the kids, if nothing else. Being from Northern California, we had no real need for air conditioning in the car, and simply didn’t have it. If anyone has driven through New Mexico and Texas in mid-July, they know that hades itself is at least 15 degrees cooler, and the heat doesn’t dissipate at night! So there we were, driving through the heat and desolation at 1:30 am.

      The babies are restless, and whinny, the wife is constantly complaining, and I’m wondering when this endless stretch of road is going to end. There were no cars in front of us, and nothing behind. Pitch black, with only the headlights lighting the way. I kept my eyes trained on the right side of the road, along the solid line in order to see the curve of the road. Even so, there wasn’t much of one. This was a strait, desolate, and kind of creepy stretch of road. Then off in the distance I saw what I thought at first was a sheet of plastic film blowing in the breeze caught on the barbed wire fence we were driving along.

      As we grew nearer, we realized it was a woman walking along the side of the road in what appeared to be a party dress. Now, on long stretches of road, my right foot is loaded with about 15lbs of lead. (Or so it seems.) I was crusing comfortably between 95, and 100. No cars, no State Troopers, no speed traps… Just the woman on the road. At first, I passed her like she was standing still. My wife yelled, “slow down #@%$, she might be hurt, and need a ride! Now turn around and go see!”
      Not wishing to participate in a family argument at 1:30 am, I was in full compliance. I turned around at the first turnout I saw, then headed back in the direction we had seen the woman. Sure enough, there she was. As I slowed I noticed she was indeed wearing a white party dress. (50’s style) with one of those bouffant hairdo’s synonymous with the 50’s. As we slowed, my wife had her head out the passenger window. She was just about to ask her if she needed a ride, then suddenly turned to me as white as a sheet, and said, “Step on it. We need to get the hell out of here! Step on it now!” Curious, and kind of dumbfounded, I waited for the woman to catch up to us. We had passed her at a slow speed, and left her about 5 yards behind.
      As she approached the window where my wife was sitting, and now screaming for me to step on it, the woman stopped, and kind of leaned in. I was just about to ask her the same question as my wife, when I noticed she only had half a face! Her party dress was drenched in blood, and she appeared to be hovering about 2 inches off the ground! Suddenly I gained another 5lbs in my right foot, and thought I was going to put it through the floorboard! I was petrified. But for some weird reason, the babies who had been whining earlier, we completely quiet. I looked back to quickly check on them. All three were fast asleep. My wife was holding on to the dashboard so tightly, I thought she was going to leave a permanent hand print in it’s beautiful simulated leather. It was nearly 105 degrees out, and she was shaking like it was near freezing. Neither one of us spoke until we reached a little boarder / cattle town called Anthony. We pulled into a Union 76 rest and coffee shop open all night. I went in to soothe my nerves, have a quick cup of joe, and get back on the road. My wife stayed behind in the car with the kids. I must have looked bad because one of the truckers sitting at the breakfast bar asked if I was alright. He said he noticed I looked like I didn’t feel well. Now I don’t usually talk to folks I don’t know at length, but I felt compelled to tell this man the whole story of what I had seen about an hour before. He listened intently, then when I was finished, he kind of smiled gently. I thought for certain he was thinking I was half a bubble of plumb! As I started for the door, he said, “Wait a minute son. You see that rig out there? Well, I’ve been driving along this stretch for nearly 30 years. What you saw out there was completely real, I assure you. Her name was Peggy-Sue, like the lady Buddy Holly wrote a song about, but not the same. She and her beau were involved in a head long wreck back when 10 was just two lanes. They were on their way back from the fall dance, when he fell asleep at the wheel. It was about 1955 I think. The car veered into the left lane, and a semi hit them. Both were killed instantly. The truck driver was severely injured, but later survived. No one has had any experience with her boyfriend’s ghost, but just about everyone I know has dealt with her in one way or another if they drive this stretch. So don’t feel bad son. Ghosts are very real, and I’m here to tell you about it!”
      So, if you find yourself on that lonely stretch of road between Las Cruces and El Paso, you may see Peggy Sue. I was never a believer in ghost stories, or ghosts before that. She made me a believer. If you can debunk it, let me know. I still see the vision of that dress, and half face today. So does my now ex-wife!

  2. K

    One night around 11pm about 2009 or so, it was cold and rainy as I cut through the town of Carver, MA (Near Plymouth, MA) to get home. I approached a very small bridge that once you passed over came to a stop sign. At the point of the bridge there is simply woods on both sides, no houses except the ones behind me. As I approached, I saw a woman that looked as if she was in her twenties, wearing a blue and teal winter coat that looked like it was from the 1980’s. The strange part was she stood still, staring across the road at the beginning of the bridge. At no time did she turn her head to see the oncoming car or headlights, she simply stood still and stared across the street. And where she was standing there was no explanation as to why she would be there on a cold rainy night or any other night as there are no trails from the woods or anything and it’s in the middle of nowhere. I’ve never seen her since and could not find any history of accidents or anything at that location.

    1. Tracy

      Cool beans, that freaks me out! I was driving down a country road not too far from my home, as I went by a cemetery out by itself, I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw dark figures running across the road behind me!

        1. Cynthia Russak

          This is certainly interesting and No, you would not catch me DEAD in any of those places. I think I’ve heard some say these phenomena could be swamp gas…I have never wanted to see a ghost, and I can tell you anyhow, i’d rather not, Mike, Frank and Danielle…and since I started typing this, my computer is acting up. I’ve also heard that ghosts are real and some are very evil and disturbed, and would follow you home. They should have passed on, but didn’t for some reason, it says on the Ghost Whisperer…swamp gas maybe?

  3. rich

    grew up in nebraska city needless to say made plenty of trips to seven sisters could be scarey on moon lite nites in summer when leaves make it darker and more shadows plus hills were very steep then have been cut down some since then

  4. Marsha Fagerstrom

    I used to live near Barrington, Illinois and recall absolutely nothing about Cuba Road. I can’t believe I haven’t heard or seen these stories before!

    1. Cheryl Schmalz

      Lived there too. Heard all the stories, including the ‘hook’ hand left on your door handle. Been down Cuba road many times. The only scary thing that popped out at us from Cuba road was a cop. Now there are so many houses on it. I can’t even find the hill of the dissappearing house anymore. Maybe a ride late in fall after sundown will help…

        1. Nancy Young

          I grew up near barrington, Il. myself. Another story that was about Cuba road was if you parked on the road at night, you would hear scratching on roof of car as if someone wanted to get in. Supposedly it was from someone that hung them self from tree. That was spooky enough for me not to go down that road.

  5. Kelly

    I live in a small town in Pennsylvania. There is a cemetery claimed to be haunted. In my teen years 3 friends and I went up at night, rumor had it that an old antique car would chase your vehicle down the road. I kid you not there was a car, We didn’t stick around to see if it was antique or not. Scared the living sh**out of us. I have never been back!!!!

  6. Tim Stuy

    Let me add Shades of Death Road in Allamuchy, NJ. Yes that is the real name of the road – there are street signs at each end to prove it! At the mid-point on this road is Ghost Lake. You can see strange vapors come off the lake on those hot, humid, Summer nights.

    1. Sarah Buckholtz Post Author

      We read somewhere that the town has to keep the pole of the street sign greased to keep folks from stealing it! Is that true? We’ll grab a boat and meet you on Ghost Lake anytime!

      1. Tim Stuy

        They used to grease the signs. About 10 years ago they replaced them with vertical streets signs that are sunk until a concrete base. So far, no one has stolen one!

        1. Jaime Dritt

          I live about 15 minutes from Shades of Death Road. (I’m in Blairstown.) When I was in high school, I worked with someone at the A&P in Hackettstown who claimed his friend had stolen one of the signs. The sign that I often passed (near Great Meadows) was greased to keep climbers off of it. At one time, the sign was physically chained to the pole. Another time, the sign looked like it had been bent backward on both sides against the pole, as if someone had the worse time trying to retrieve it and finally gave up…but damaged it in the process. As someone else pointed out, the signs were replaced with vertical concrete signs.

    2. Lin Bender

      Let me make some added points to the Shades of Death Story…..the road is located in Great Meadows NJ. The story of Shades of Death Road and Ghost Lake are going back quite a ways to the early 1900’s. Someone was killed on that road and supposedly his body was dumped in the lake. Back in the 30’s people use to see an apparition of this guy looking for his head. Oh did I mention they cut his head off at some point? My father grew up on that road and lived 18 years right next to the lake and never saw anything that scared him. About the only thing scary about this NJ location is that our Governor is Chris Christie. Now that’s the scary part of the story.

  7. Ramona (Mona)

    This is not about dark roads, but spirits in your home. It was around 2:30am, my husband and I had our 2 month old sleeping between us as it was winter when we lived in the country, miles from anyone. Mind you I was raised in Riverside, Ca. and did not understand you don’tfill a coal stove to where there is no more room. Anyway, back to happinings of that early winter morning.
    My husband was snoring as if he were calling moose. I was wakened not by the snoring, but the baby was restless and I knew she was aboutto cry, it was feeding time. I thought I would act like I did not hear her, and, he was not going to get out of his warm bed, even when the bottle was between the baby and him. So, I turned over to give her the bottle. But even in the darkness I saw that he had taken the bottle and was giving it a little shake before giving it to her.
    Upon getting up around 7:00am that morning, I thanked him for feeding the baby earlier that morning. With a puzzled look he claimed he never touched the bottle. I said ” yes you did, you picked it up shook it and gave it to her”. As always he was questioning my mental status and it was at we realized at exacly the same time, it was neither one of us, it was, it had to be a ghost. We learned days later that the lady who lived in that house also died there aas well.
    I have pictures I hope I can post of my late grandmas house. Talk about scary…..not to me but some would swear it is a place they would not spend the night alone in.

  8. Dan

    we travel this route every fall with our VW club cruise
    13 curves in Marcellus, NY
    http://weirdus.com/states/new_york/road_less_traveled/bloody_bride_of_13_curves/index.php

    The Bloody Bride of 13 Curves Road
    Over sixty years ago, a brutal, terrifying car accident occurred on Cedarvale Road, in Onondonga, New York, just ten miles southwest of Syracuse. Since that fateful day some six decades ago, it has been said that the road, which is known better by its nickname, “13 Curves,” has been haunted by the souls of those who died in this tragic accident.

    There are a variety of legends that explain how this road and its ominous curves have come to be haunted. All of the stories involve the untimely death of recently married young people.

    The most popular legend says that the car accident involved a newly married couple, who were negotiating the road on their wedding night. While coming around one of the thirteen curves of Cedarvale Road, the car veered out of control, off of the road, and into a nearby creek. The impact killed the bride and groom instantly. Since that day, travelers on Cedarvale Road have seen the ghostly image of a bride with glowing eyes, who is sometimes covered in blood, and who is sometimes carrying a glowing orange lantern, wandering the curves of the road. In some instances, the bride simply stands on the hills along the road, or walks along its shoulder. At other times, she seems more vindictive, leaping towards cars, causing their unsuspecting drivers to crash their vehicles.

  9. Sandra Huntley

    In the summer of 2015 , I went with a friend and her granddaughter, my daughter-in-law and my granddaughter to a local cemetery to leave flowers and take some pictures. We were the only people in the cemetery, it’s small and an old cemetery and you can see the whole thing from every place so there is no way you could miss seeing people in the cemetery. Both the girls were playing in the road that goes between the rows of graves and they were about 3 rows down the hill from us grown-ups, I took a picture of them playing just to be taking it. When I looked at the screen of the camera afterwards, there were both girls with a white haired woman and another girl who had on a pink blouse and had dark hair. You could see both of these figures plainly, they were not a vapor looking figure . They showed up in 2 pictures with the girls out of about 20 pictures that I took after that. We were all a little amazed to say the least. We have had these pictures looked at by some professionals since then and they have confirmed that the 2 images are not solid images.

  10. bob nevins

    old route 2A down Maine – ran through a section of pine forest known as the Hainsville Woods(not sure of the spelling)– was a country tune came out in the 50’s or early 60’s, sung about the road – “a tombstone every mile” – spoke of the death that hung over the road like a bad fog on a cold dark night – you could see the paths that the logging trucks cut through the pine forest as they crashed off the road trying to avoid the witch that appeared in the road in front of the big rigs — lots of widows made up there —-

  11. kellie carrara

    Deep in the woods on Kayo Road in Hartselle, Alabama, is a tiny one lane bridge known for decades to locals as Cry Baby Hollow. The bridge is about 12 feet across and although there are signs that it had guardrails at one time, but there aren`t any now.

    The legend of Cry Baby Hollow varies depending on who you ask, but the story that sticks out the most is that in the 1800s a horse pulled wagon was crossing the bridge when a wheel snapped, causing the wagon to overturn and ejecting an infant child into the creek, where it drowned. It is said that if you go to the bridge at night you can hear the sound of a baby crying off in the distance & even the sobbing of the mother. It is also claimed that If you leave a candybar on the bridge, leave & comeback, a bite will be taken out of it.

    It’s a common cut-through, but a chilling drive nonetheless.

  12. Bonita Esquibel

    Last year my Mom and her best friend, my daughter and grandson and I, drove down the road Seven Sisters Road- Nebraska City, Nebraska. It was a clear night. We stopped on the side of the road to check out the stars. My mom’s best friend got back in their car and ask her if she heard the men talking. My mom said no. My mom and I had taken our cameras out there. All the batteries were fully charged when we went out there. I took a few pictures that night with no problem.

    The next day at the hotel some family had come to visit so we wanted to take pictures. I was only able to take one or two pictures and both batteries said that they were dead. The same thing happened with my moms two batteries. They are both new camera’s and new batteries. Since then they have worked with no problem.

  13. Donald Smith

    There’s a road across from Rockerville So. Dak. as you are heading towards Mt. Rushmore called Silver Mountain Road that is said to be haunted by a school teacher. Never have seen her, but still gives me chills every time I drive it.

  14. Phyllis A Hawley

    You guys are good! You tend to make the hair on my forearms stand up straight!!
    Send more nonsense, as it is quite entertaining…..

  15. Elaine Addy

    When I was a teenager I was vacuuming the stairs in our house. I wasn’t really thinking of anything when turning around I saw a man dressed as an old pirate holding onto the railing. He was gone as quickly as he appeared. He didn’t really scare me but when I told my mother she said it was a lost spirit.

  16. Kenny Anderson

    If you are from the southside of Chicago and a baby-boomer you probably have heard about Bachelors Grove Cemetery on the Midlothian turnpike in Midlothian,IL. it’s located right off of 143rd and the Midlothian turnpike between Ridgeland av. and Cicero Av. It’s the most haunted place in all of Chicagoland. Well, Back in 1976 when I was just 19 years old I was out with a buddy of mine. We just bought a 12-pack of beer (drinking age for beer and wine was 19 at the time) and we were looking for a place to park, chill out and drink our beers. It was a totally different time back then. Anyway the Midlothian turnpike was just a country type 2-lane road that headed out to the middle of the forest preserves at the time. The road was paved but after driving on it for about 10 minutes or so from the busy Cicero Av. it suddenly curved to the right but if you drove straight ahead instead of curving it turned into a gravel road that seemed to go nowhere so we figured it would lead us to a good spot to park and drink our beer. Well this gravel road goes back about 2-3 blocks or so and dead ends at a small old abandoned cemetery from well over 100 years ago. I’ve always heard rumors about this place but figured it was just stories that people made up but that night changed my mind about that place and things that go bump in the night. Once we hit the gravel I turned off my headlights and just ran with my parking lights on so no one would see us back there, even though there was no one around anyway but I didn’t know what was down this deserted road and didn’t want to take the chance as it might have been someone’s driveway or something. There was a sign posted that read “private road no trespassing” right at the curve where the gravel started. We drove as far as we could with the road getting in real bad disrepair the farther we went. Finally to the point that you couldn’t go more than a couple miles per hour because of the huge potholes and dips in the road. We went as far as we could and figured this was a good as a spot as any to just pull over to the side and park. My buddy had already cracked open a bottle of beer by then and was spilling it all over himself from all the bumps and holes in the road. Anyway we were parked there for about a half hour and we got out of the car to pee and look at all the old headstones from the 1800’s. We finally got back into the car and I said to my buddy that I was going to try to turn the car around so it would be easier once we left but we still had a few beers left so we weren’t in any big hurry.. Directly to the right of us you could see the huge old headstones of the derelict 100 year old cemetery shooting up over a small 4 foot ridge that we climbed up on earlier. . . I started the car and was trying to backup but couldn’t see anything as my backup lights weren’t too bright and it was real foggy out too. As I was backing up I opened my door and hung my head out to see. As I backed up the car into the direction of the headstones all of a sudden I saw a white ghost-like shadow of a person coming up over that 4 foot ridge coming right at me. It was a white outline of a person coming right at me about 5 feet behind the car. It scared the bejesus out of me and I threw the car in drive and flew out of there, spinning my tires and throwing up gravel and dirt everywhere. I flew down that gravel road hitting every bump and pothole but I didn’t care. I wanted to get the heck out of there as fast as I could. I didn’t stop until I was miles away. Now, My friend was facing forward in the passenger seat so he didn’t see anything and he didn’t know what the heck I was doing, driving like a maniac. I told him what I saw and he didn’t believe me but I saw what I saw and I’ll never forget it to this day. Since then they’ve fenced that gravel road off so no one could drive down it. I guess some kids were knocking down the headstones in the later years so the county came in and fenced it all off right at the curve and put no trespassing signs all over the place but the cemetery is still there and supposedly late at night you can still hear cries coming out of the cemetery and there have been strange things happening along the turnpike late at night even now.

  17. Calinna Ward

    I haven’t had a issue on the roads around here in the middle of the mitten. But I did catch a image that shouldn’t have been there in a mirror. I was taking a picture of our dog Sasha it was her birthday April 1 2015. It was an upward pix as she was sitting In her chair. Behind her above the fireplace is a mirror. I didn’t see it that day. In fact I uploaded it to my pc and didn’t notice it while editing, anyhow eventually I saw the image of a black dog in the mirror. This was after April was over. My cat of 12 years past away April 23rd. 2015. I used to have a black dog named Duke. I think he was showing himself so when my cat Smokey passed, I would know he would still be here with us. That or something evil is in my house. I choose the first scenario.

  18. Daniel Howard

    There’s a road in the backroads in Ulverstone, Tasmania, Australia where you head down this long Hill and the instant you touch the bottom the engine and lights are killed and you wanna hope your going fast enough to get back up the hill. People have reported it lasts around 10 minutes. No thank you!

  19. Sophi

    40 years ago my friend Geo and I use to hang out at this Cemetery by Wenona IL. It is called Cumberland Cemetery camp Darnell use to be there and that is where the Black Hawk War was. Geo and I would always go smoke ciggys, some green and search and collect fossil artifacts called Indian beads. I still have mine and enjoy looking at them. As time went on and lost contact with Geo I would still cruise thru there, with my Wolf/Shepard mix Lady one day getting close to dark Lady and I were out of the car and she started playfully chasing something so I took a picture of her back then it took days to get pics back but as Lady had propped her front paws on top of a headstone and when I looked at the picture there were 3 orbs over her head like playing with her. As Lady and I jumped in the car to leave there was a little girl standing by corner stone of cemetery as I turned right to leave I’m heading down the road and saw an Indian running with hatchet in his hand waving it over his head riding right by him he was so dirty and bloody anyway just scared the heck out of me and had no one to share this with till now …. It still sits in my memory so vividly. Thanks for reading SOPHI Rene here is some literature on Cumberland Cemetery. https://mysteriousheartland.com/haunted-places/cemeteries/cumberland-cemetery/

  20. Shirley Marino

    I lived in Plainfield Indiana several years ago , Some friends and I heard about the railroad tracks that went over a hold country road , late at night you would her a baby crying , So we went late at night and sure enough , I heard a baby crying scared the #### out of me and I have never been back , This location is off of old 267 , This was 30 years ago , That’s all I remember.

  21. Bedford Bob

    In. North Arlington theres an area called the river bottoms a winding narrow road goes though it. During the Texas summertime late late at night theres a fog floating over this empty area. Halfway to the next town there are railroad tracks it is said a woman walks the road by the tracks, being in a car wreck with the train on prom night. She is said to be standing in front of cars who go there and then disappear it’s been over 20 years since I’ve been there i didn’t see her but i saw something. Yes i do believe, i saw something that made my hair stand up.

  22. joseph d smith

    Hello Folks. Some of what you describe are classic signs of the ” Third Man ” Syndrome. This can occur when an individual is alone and involved in an intense activity or one that requires direct and total concentration. Suddenly there is this person just there looking at you etc. and not necessarily one that is familiar to you. This is a well known phenomena.

    MY 2 cents. Our Favorite Haunt in Philadelphia ( when we were teens ). The Pitcairn Estate outside of Philadelphia. An very large estate surrounded and interlaced by winding, wooded roads. Legend has it two ” parking ” Teens tried to start their car when it was time to go home and it would not turnover no matter what they did. The young man went for help and the young lady stayed in the car with the doors locked curled under a blanket. She fell asleep eventually and when she awoke there was her boyfriend, hanging by his neck dangling right in front of the car, dead. She tried to start the car and it turned right over as she sped away she saw the young mans body swaying as his feet had dragged across the cars top as she left.
    We use to fill our cars with our friends and drive around until we were chased off by the estate security people who were always in a big black car cruising the grounds. It took a lot of guts just to drive around the place as it had a creep factor of 10 Plus. I don’t think I would have survived if I had to walk those roads at night.

    JoeyZ

  23. David Pokrywka

    One early morning around the spring 1978 my buddy Joe and I were returning from a Rock Concert in Joe’s VW Bug. Everything was going great when suddenly this classic ghost passed right in front of the car. It stood in the left lane just in time as we passed by. Joe and I both starred at each other and said “What was that!”. Since we were on or way to the police station anyway Joe stopped the car and got out and I reported everything the best I could to the dispatcher at the desk of the New Milford, CT Police. The report may still exist.

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