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Legends in your area

Postby Lenore Tepes » Wed Sep 15, 2004 2:44 pm

Okay, in the spirit of the upcoming Samhain, this weeks activity involves researching your own local community and sharing a scary story or local legend of resident ghosts, vampires and/or werewolves. I'm still in the process of researching my own town- So I will share as soon as I find something.
I look forward to hearing all the cultural legends that spring up everywhere in our country! Good luck.

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Postby Aeon_Atratus » Wed Sep 15, 2004 5:06 pm

Well I used to live in Ringgold, which is just south of where I am now in Chattanooga. In the Chikamauga battlefield right in the town is a legend of Old Green Eyes; a ghost that haunts the big tower in the battlefeild. He has been seen wandering outside the tower at night and sometimes it is said you can hear him screaming.

I dont know much about him and have never seen him but I have heard stories from people who have.
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Postby RavenHarte » Wed Sep 15, 2004 5:29 pm

I'm giving this story as written becuase I think the details are important and the "telling" of it is famous around here. And BTW a few people who work at Old Salem say there are still occassional sitings of the Little Red Man

The Little Red Man
The information for this story was obtained from Mountain Ghost Stories of Western North Carolina, by Randy Russell and Janet Barnett.

This tale is perhaps the most famous ghost story in Winston-Salem. It started in 1752. The Unitas Fratrum (Unity of Brethren) congregation, more commonly known as the Morarian church, settled in North Carolina. Bishop Spangenberg, who led the group, bought 98,985 acres of Forsyth County and the main Moravian town settled in what soon became known as Salem. In November, 1753, the first colony was established in Salem.

Andreas Kremser was one of the Moravian Brothers. He died in 1786 at the age of 33. Kremser had the unfortunate distinction of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The fatal accident was retold as entry No. 45 in the Church Book of Salem Congregation. According to Tar Heel Ghosts, "(Kremser) attended the festal services of the congregation and of his choir, but was uncommonly quiet all day. After the evening service, several of the Brethren decided to work for a while on excavating the cellar for an addition to the Brothers' House.

"They used the method which has been employed successfully in similar cases -- that is, they undercut a bank and pulled down the overhang. Several Brethren doubted the advisability of doing that, because of the more sandy substance of the soil, but few agreed with them.

"About half past eleven Brother Kremser was warned by a Brother who found him kneeling at his work, but he could not see the danger. About twelve o'clock, midnight, a Brother who was watching overhead saw that a great bank was breaking, and called to the men below to jump back, which they did, and no one was much hurt except our Brother Kremser, who could not get away quickly because he was on his knees.

"He was covered by the falling earth and quite buried in it. He was dug out as quickly as possible, and was then still alive, and spoke, complaining of pain. It was evident that his left leg was broken. The doctor, Brother Lewis, opened a vein in his arm, but little blood flowed, and there were soon signs of his approaching departure, which followed about two o'clock, the blessing of the Church having been given to him among many tears."

Kremser, a small man, was wearing a red jacket when the accident happened.

After his death, the brothers said, "There's Kremser" anytime a tapping resembling that of a shoemaker's hammer (Kremser's trait) was heard. His fleeting footsteps were said to have been heard scurrying through the halls of the house on occasion.

Every now and then, a brother would proclaim that he had seen a little man in red as he hurried past a door in the passageways connecting the individual rooms of the brothers.

After a period of years, the Brothers' house dissolved and served different purposes. At one point, it became the widows' house, where old widows were able to live in an inexpensive place with other widows. The widows also talked of a "little red man" but nothing ever came of the stories.

The turning point of the tale came when an upstanding member of the Salem community escorted a visitor through the cellar of the house. He was telling the story of the little red man to his guest as they walked.

No sooner did the words come out of his mouth, then did they see the little red man appearing before them. The two tried to corner and catch him, but Kremser vanished and then looked back at the two, from the doorway, and smiled.

Soon after, a visiting minister exorcised the ghost by giving an invocation to the Trinity, at which time he commanded: "Little Red Man, go to rest!" After this, the stories stopped and the sightings concluded, but the tale still remains.
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Postby Jezabel » Wed Sep 15, 2004 10:48 pm

You extended it to ghosts too? Dear lord woman, do you realise how many ghost cases are from my hometown?-.-
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Postby RavenHarte » Wed Sep 15, 2004 11:30 pm

Lenore said "scary story or local legend of resident ghosts, vampires and/or werewolves" and thats the most famous one here in my town though we have tons of Urban Legends type ones to, creeeeepy...

So yea yea ::clapping wildly:: Jez tell me some more ghost stories.
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Postby Jezabel » Wed Sep 15, 2004 11:39 pm

Virginia is well known for having a plethora of ghost stories. Here are some links that tell of the most famous ones.
http://theshadowlands.net/places/virginia.htm
http://www.virginiaghosts.com/
http://members.aol.com/waniehol/VAplaces.html

There's a million places it seems that are haunted in Newport News andhte surrounding areas: Crawford Road, the Shipyard, old Ferguson High School along with Warwick and Menchville High, I haven't heard of anything from the other high schools, as well as other area mansions, houses, etc., especially in the Hilton area where alot of the houses were made in the 1700s. Those sites are far from giving everything, for example, they left out Witchduck Road in VA Beach. It got it's name because back in the old days, if a person was tried as a witch and they beleived him or her to be guilty, this road used to lead right to the water (before modern construction) where they would duck the accused individual, thus how it got it's name. It's now part of a rather upscale nieghborhood and sometimes at night, you can see a few of the ghosts of the individuals who were ducked. Kind of gruesome, I know. (Hope that story doesn't bother you, Raven Harte). But in the last few years, it has had a kind of an odd fact as I was told by a pastor that VA Beach, VA is considered the pagan activity capital of the USA by many Christian organizations...that may have some truth to it being that back home they had a saying among alot of my Wiccan friends that you couldn't spit without hitting one of them in the city, lol.
Another famous story is on Crawford Road that lies between Newport News and York County where you see a weeping Indian girl under the bridge. The Yorktown Battle fields have had many ghost sightings along with the Colonial Parkway.
One of the most famous for high school students in Newport News is the story of Rebecca Fisher. She was a girl who died in her gym class in the late 70's at Ferguson High School. Her family had her body buried back in thier hometown in Indiana, but she haunted the school along with several other ghosts. I attended Furguson High School (my freshman year)it's last year and it is now a part of Christopher Newport University and saw alot of these events first hand. Teachers always were nervous when we spoke of her and begged us to quit talking about her. Doors and windows that were perfectly shut tight would open and slam on thier own. Her favorite places to haunt seemed to be the cafeteria, girls' gym, the auditorium, and the classroom where I had my English class. Whenever someone asked "Rebecca, can you shut the door?" the door would slam shut. Once, Me and a few classmates saw a girl briefly, she picked up the teacher's coffe mug and slung it across the room. It struck the black board and shattered. We had a friend who's mom showed us her yearbook who went to school with Rebecca and sure enough, it was her. There were also incidents of food mysteriously flying across the cafeteria and sometimes seeing a weeping girl in the girls' gym, all believed to be Rebecca Fisher. They even had her mentioned inthe timeline of Ferguson's final yearbook. Her death has never realy been clear, witnesses say she fell off the balance beam and broke her neck, her obituary says that she had a heart attack, ti would be my assumption then, that she had a heart attack that caused her to fall off the beam. It is now a common beliefe that after Ferguson shut down, that Rebecca followed the majority of Ferguson students over to Wawrick High, as many of us has seen her there. She seems to like room 111 the most. Not too odd, since she was in various activities and Warwick and Ferguson did alot of joint projects together. Hope you enjoyed the stories.:)
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Postby Jezabel » Wed Sep 15, 2004 11:45 pm

RavenHarte wrote:Lenore said "scary story or local legend of resident ghosts, vampires and/or werewolves" and thats the most famous one here in Winston-SAlem, though we have tons of Urban Legends type ones to, creeeeepy...

So yea yea ::clapping wildly:: Jez tell me some more ghost stories.

I just did, sweety. :)
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Postby RavenHarte » Wed Sep 15, 2004 11:49 pm

Oooooh creepy. And Jez I know Witchduck Rd, we used to live very close to it when we lived in base housing in VA B. In fact our Housing was actually in the movie Navy Seals. If I recalls right, its the golf course scene, the townhouses in those back ground in those scenes, thats where we lived, LOLOL
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Postby Jezabel » Wed Sep 15, 2004 11:57 pm

RavenHarte wrote:Oooooh creepy. And Jez I know Witchduck Rd, we used to live very close to it when we lived in base housing in VA B. In fact our Housing was actually in the movie Navy Seals. If I recalls right, its the golf course scene, the townhouses in those back ground in those scenes, thats where we lived, LOLOL

*Laughs* that's right you were in the service, it's rare you find someone in the military that hasn't served atleast some time in Virginia,lol. My friend is terrified of that road.
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Postby zarathustra » Thu Sep 16, 2004 5:15 pm

http://thesupernaturalworld.co.uk/forum ... wtopic=293

Hello everyone.
I am a newbie (god, 32, and calling myself a newbie.) There seems to be something very funny about that. hmmmm....or is that jst me?
This is my first posting, so i thought i better make it an interesting one.

My interest in this is a bit personal.
First time i started reading about vampires, when i was about 7, i was enthralled by a true story about the Croglin hall vampire. Legend goes, that when this story is discussed, the teller/reciever will be visited by the ghost of the vampire. Vampires having ghosts, eh?!
So, after reading the story, guess what happens to me one dark, and windy night!? :shock:
I shit ya all not!
Lieing awake in bed, around twelve/one-ish at night, i hear a tapping on the bedroom window. It must be the wind and the rain causing the noise, after all, the scraping must be comeing from something.

Next day, on the way to school, i check out the front of my flat, to face my bedroom window, three stories up. The scraping on my window was a constant thing, not just an occassional tap, or sharp pelter made by insisant rain. So, it must have been the branches of the trees out side the flat. i made a check, wanting to calm myself down, as i knew that i rather fancied the idea of being the victim of a eal life BOOGIE-MAN.

To my shock, yep, actual shock, i find the nearest tree is so far away from the window, that is it did indeed make any contact with my bedroom window, it would mean that it was about to collapse to the ground. The trees outside my old bedroom window still stand.

This would have been around 1979, at a rough guess.

Now, Croglin hall, in cumbria, is not a local legend for me, and i would rather not break the rules of this discussion, being that i feel there is no need, as my local area is so steaped in history.

So here, i present to you my first web finding of the reports of the highgate vampire.

It has occured to me, over the years, that the strange tappings on my window coincide with the bottom end of the most frequent reports of vampireism in my area.
People i have met, years later, have had similar experiences to mine, which gives credence, to my mind anyway, to the old dictum THAT THERE ARE NO COINCEDENCES.

But then, i am a rather strange and solitary person.

will post more later.

Hope this proves to be interesting to you guys.

And, before you ask, my opinion of this David Farant guy is not high.
From what I've read about this guy over the years, he seems to be a glory hound. In my honest informed opinion.

Lets hope i don't get any trouble for that.
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The Legend of BabyFace

Postby valeros » Thu Sep 16, 2004 9:36 pm

I grew up in Paterson,NJ - a place I hold dear to my heart. The grammar school I attended consisted of the main building Image
with two small trailer-size buildings directly behind it which served as the kindergarten and first grade classes in my time. This school sat atop a hill (which we slid down on cardboard boxes in winter). Directly across the street on one side were private homes. Legend has it that in one of those homes a woman gave birth to an unwanted child which she promptly cut into pieces, placed in a garbage bag, and stuffed into a hole on the side of one of those small buidings. At the back of that buiding was a set of cement stairs into which someone scribbled "Babyface died here and lives here" as the cxement was drying. It was said that if you knocked on that part of the cement the baby would come out, limbs roughly attached back to its body with bloody bandages, and eat you. That, of course, is poppycock. But that a baby was killed and stuffed into the side of the building was true.

OK, maybe not a real ghost story, but one of my favorite spooky stories.

P.S. I'm still too scared to knock on it.
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Postby zarathustra » Thu Sep 16, 2004 11:56 pm

my, some interesting stuff coming out the woodwork here.

Now, it seems to me that all local legends are consisdered to be olde ones...stories passed down from our parents time as kids. How about more recent ones? Perhaps any that anyone feels they are even part of??

This isn't an issue of ego, just experience. A tackling-match with that which is preturnatural.

Do i have a LEGEND that fits this description? you betcha...
but, alas, this cafe tis closeing, and all the machines have to be turned off.

More tomorrow.

Thanks for the chills.
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Postby zarathustra » Fri Sep 17, 2004 5:06 pm

ah.....

If any of you try my above link from now on, you will not be taken to the page i originally spotted. It must have been cleared.

Most searches for HIGHGATE VAMPIRE on the above site will leave you short changed i'm afraid.

Best thing would be a google search.....or check out the british vampire society site.


So....anyways....

Legends. In 1997, in the Autumn months, my favourite time of year back then, after leaving a friends house one night, i decided to cut across the Heath to get home. Hampstead Heath is alleged to be the home of many ghost sightings and ominous reports of murder and the such. One of the most famous ghosts sightings are of Dick Turpin, the notorious highway robber, who roamed the heath back when it was wild land in the 1700's.
I had done this many times before, with company, and alone, with no thought to my safety, off course, being a man.It didn't occur to me to regard myself as being in any kind of potential danger. One makes sure that they are careful, yeah, but, off course, muggings and murder are events that plague other people.

This one night i didn't want to take that walk throught he Heath on my own. I felt scared. This had never happened before, as an adult. I could not account for why i should suddenly Fear going through the Heath on my own. All the same, knowing that my intuition more often than not was usually right on the money, i decided that somehting was up. Crazy as it seemed. So, i went around the Heath rather than go thru, but, intriuged still, wanted to know what i was picking up on.

It felt as if their was an area of the Heath that just felt heavy, tense, as if a very real but intangable wieght could be felt, as if the air had been pushed away from this certain area. It's hard to explain. But, it felt very wrong. I tried to divine where exactly this wrongness was coming from, so i tried to circumnavigate around where i percieved this to be coming from. Yet, when i became clear about where i thought this to be from, i didn't have the surety of my own cockiness to go any further. It felt too heavy, to real i guess.

The next day, i told my close friend that i was going to meet him from leaving our friends, but that somthing felt wrong on the Heath. I expected to have the piss taken out of me, for going on all Fox Mulder beacuase i had a hunch that i was picking up on somthing. I've always been considered flakey. But my friend said that he had flet somthing odd at the heath, and had decided to go straight home, earlier than he would have done.

Another friend of ours, who's boyfriend lived just by where i felt the tension, said that she was walking home thru the heath at around the same time i later told her sensed somthing wrong. She recounted that on her way home, she walked past a woman, a nurse, still in her uniform, a coat over her work garb, walking towards her, looking slightly shaken, appearing a little jumpy. Ok i though, this is odd, but, at least i am not making this all up.

a week later the local newspaper reported that a nurse had been raped, killed, and her body roughly thrown in the bushes of the path that my friend had been walking on. It was the same night that i had felt sensitive on, and it would have beeen not long after the time that all of us had been near the heath.
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Legends....

Postby redlotus88 » Sat Sep 18, 2004 7:19 am

Pali Momi (Pearl Mountain) is a small hospital built on a hill in Aiea, near Pearl Harbor. The hospital has much talk about it being built over a graveyard. There are some locals who avoid the hospital because they think it is sinking into the earth,others have heard it is full of obake. The word is pronounced OH-bAK-AY. Ghosts. There are daily and nightly ghost sightings. The most frequently seen are several children who only speak Japanese. They also tend to hang in groups of wo or more at times and giggle. We have had many complaints about children running around the halls in the hospital and making too much noise. In fact, several patients were disturbed by children in their rooms to the extent that our boss put up signs -No children allowe in the hospital. Of course it did not help. No children ever get admitted to Pali Momi-, no teenagers either. They are not even allowd to visit. Visitors need to be out by eight-thirty in the evening and there are no waiting rooms.One man said a boy kept demanding that the bed was his. The boy sat in the chair and would not leave. There are adult ghosts,some visit patients, one ghost is dressed like a doctor. Staff sees these people. Only a few of the staff. Most are too afraid to. One of the night supervisors sees alot of them on her walks through the well lit halls at night. Some of them are solitary and some prefer the company of other ghosts or oddly enough, live people.I wonder if they are stuck involuntarily there at Pali Momi......and there is a mall by Pali Momi which has had its fair share of sightings......Downtown Honolulu is one of the most concentrated spots for ghosts. Obake downtown are more likely to have died violently. The Chinatown area had been burnt to the ground twice, and there are ghosts of dead sailors and prostitutes and homeless walking by the river front,apts so haunted residents have all sorts rituals they try to do to rid their homes of dead squatters. Hell money is burnt, religous symbols and Feng Shui objects placed. Locals take their obakes vey seriously here......
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Postby Jezabel » Sat Sep 18, 2004 1:03 pm

redlotus88 wrote:Pali Momi (Pearl Mountain) is a small hospital built on a hill in Aiea, near Pearl Harbor. The hospital has much talk about it being built over a graveyard. There are some locals who avoid the hospital because they think it is sinking into the earth,others have heard it is full of obake. The word is pronounced OH-bAK-AY. Ghosts. There are daily and nightly ghost sightings. The most frequently seen are several children who only speak Japanese. They also tend to hang in groups of wo or more at times and giggle. We have had many complaints about children running around the halls in the hospital and making too much noise. In fact, several patients were disturbed by children in their rooms to the extent that our boss put up signs -No children allowe in the hospital. Of course it did not help. No children ever get admitted to Pali Momi-, no teenagers either. They are not even allowd to visit. Visitors need to be out by eight-thirty in the evening and there are no waiting rooms.One man said a boy kept demanding that the bed was his. The boy sat in the chair and would not leave. There are adult ghosts,some visit patients, one ghost is dressed like a doctor. Staff sees these people. Only a few of the staff. Most are too afraid to. One of the night supervisors sees alot of them on her walks through the well lit halls at night. Some of them are solitary and some prefer the company of other ghosts or oddly enough, live people.I wonder if they are stuck involuntarily there at Pali Momi......and there is a mall by Pali Momi which has had its fair share of sightings......Downtown Honolulu is one of the most concentrated spots for ghosts. Obake downtown are more likely to have died violently. The Chinatown area had been burnt to the ground twice, and there are ghosts of dead sailors and prostitutes and homeless walking by the river front,apts so haunted residents have all sorts rituals they try to do to rid their homes of dead squatters. Hell money is burnt, religous symbols and Feng Shui objects placed. Locals take their obakes vey seriously here......

Wow, that is very interesting. Thank you for sharing some of Hawaii's ghost stories. You don't really hear abou Hawaii that much when ti comes to paranormal activity.:)
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