My boyfriend is kind of a girl when it comes to stuff like back roads, abandoned places, things like that. I think being scared is fun (I love an adrenaline rush), so I thought it would be fun to take him ghost hunting just to see how scared he gets as a way to get back at him for picking on me all the time. We had visited his aunt and uncle who live in New Haven, MO and somehow got on the subject of haunted places around New Haven and Washington. His uncle mentioned Enoch Knob Bridge that isn't too far from their house. By the time we left his aunt and uncle's house, it was too late to go out there, plus my mom was wanting me home.
So a few days later I brought it up and kinda talked him into checking it out (I was driving, so he didn't really get a choice on where we went). We got directions from a gas station but still managed to get lost. It was day time when we started on our way there, but by the time we actually found it, the sun was going down. The road the bridge is on is closed, so we parked by the gate and I was planning to walk down towards the bridge until Nate told me to wait in the car for a second. I grabbed my phone and started recording. He got half way out of the car and said he heard footsteps in the woods next to him. I said it was probably an animal but he swears it was something else. So ok, whatever. I get out of the car and stand by the gate. He starts whistling Twisted Nerve (if you watched American Horror Story, season 1, its the whistle Tate does while he's shooting up the school). All of a sudden we hear a crash sound down the road towards where the bridge is, then it sounds like someone running in the snow, like that crunching sound after the snow has frozen over). It sounded like it ran a few feet then stopped. It startled me but it scared the pants off of Nate. He jumped in the car and said, "LET'S GO!!!" So I get in the car and go to close my door then I dropped my keys in the floor, and it landed on the padding where the door closes so I lean over to pick them up then hear what sounded like someone slap, or maybe punch the back of my car. My first reaction was to look back there, but I didn't see anything. So I pick up my keys. I get the keys in the ignition and try backing out. My car gets stuck and it looks like Nate is about to cry. By now the all you can see is a pink stripe in the sky where the sun is almost gone. My check engine light comes on, so now I'm worried. We have cell phone signal, but how am I gonna explain to my parents why I'm out in the middle of no where, alone with my bf...
I pull forward a little bit, then back out just fine this time, probably just stuck in the snow. My check engine light stayed on the entire time we were on that road. The second we turn onto 185, it goes off.
After we calmed down, Nate said we should come back in the day time with a group of friends. I laughed and said, "Ok."
I can't figure out how to post the video... But you can hear the footsteps and what sounds like wind whistling, but the wind wasn't blowing while we were there, plus you can see the trees not moving.
I wouldnt ghost chase. I love a good story. I watch paranormal witness and haunted collector and all those kind of shows. But its just not something to personally mess with. You could really get into some kind of trouble. And its the unknown of what the supposed ghost is that scares me.
I have to admit I had to look up this bridge and its history........good readin! ;D
Post it on You Tube Tiff! Just be sure to let us know...I'd love to see (hear) it!
...or put it on your Facebook page and mark it public.
I wasn't scared at first because I don't really believe in a lot of that since most of the stories come from over active imagination. Since we both heard the footsteps and caught it on camera, I am a little nervous. But with a group, it probably won't be as bad, and would be a lot safer in the daytime.
Those shows on TV "confronting" ghosts are fun to watch...but I don't recommend opening a door that cannot be closed in an easy way. I strongly recommend no one ghost hunt.
I believe I have had plenty of run-ins with unexplainable happenings, and I have a good friend who runs a ghost hunter business here in StL, he invites me plenty to go there, but I pass, knowing that it is not something that I need to deal with. I have seen what I cannot explain at the 1904 Olympic track in Stl, a cemetery in Highlandville, and on both occasions, I was not the only one who saw something...yet others there at the same time saw nothing.
I have been in the Lemp mansion for a tour with my mom and a big group of people with a medium, but nothing was felt be me, the power of suggestion is great in these cases, what you hear is not always what really happened, your mind can make you think you see something if you are expecting to...
I have had experiences, too. I don't seek them out, I just "happened" into them. Nothing too scary, some weird. I have lived in a haunted house. I do not seek a ghost and attempt to call it out...Again, I do not reccomend anyone do this. You may travel down a path that is hard to get off of, and some of those lingering spirits are not in a happy place, many have put themselves there and it's not good. I am serious about this topic. Funny, I do love swapping ghost stories. But telling a story and actually going out and rousing up something that may be lurking in the dark are two different matters.
Amen Junior. Dont go looking for something. Its not wise. Bad stuff lurks and you are just asking for it to come home with you and eat your soul. Not trying to be funny either. Its nasty stuff to mess with. Stories are one thing. But as Junior said its not wise to seek it out.
Quote from: tiffanylynnt on January 04, 2013, 01:12:02 AM
I wasn't scared at first because I don't really believe in a lot of that since most of the stories come from over active imagination. Since we both heard the footsteps and caught it on camera, I am a little nervous. But with a group, it probably won't be as bad, and would be a lot safer in the daytime.
I don't watch any of those "slasher" movies, but isn't it always a group...with some maniac picking them off one by one?
Cool story Tiff!!
I was living with some friends years ago in their basement, & in the middle of the night i would be woke up by their dryer coming on. I asked my friend if they started laundry, they said no.. The basement door would always be open in the middle of the night too. But the weirdist thing was, during the day i would hear footsteps upstairs. And thinking someone was home, i would go upstairs to find no-one there.... Come to find out, a little girl had died in 1 of the bedrooms. Needless to say, i didnt live with them too long. :o
Cool story, thanks for sharing. My 16-year-old son really likes to watch the ghost hunting shows. I let him go on a ghost hunting tour in Alton, Il with some friends of ours. He had some pretty wild experiences.
I have been going to Alton since I was a tot. I live about 30 minutes from there, my Mom's family is from neighboring Wood River, and I have spent much much time there. I can honestly say it is a town where I feel uneasy while there. Not that I would be mugged or something like that, it is just an odd feeling. I know the stories, and have been over most of the town, caves, etc...it is just a very haunted place (the most haunted small town in America). It had a confederate prison that was horrible, and many of the bricks from this place were used in surrounding buildings after the war between the states. It was a main site for the underground railroad, being just across the river from a slave state in a free state.
Scariest part is that I recently read up on the ghost stories, and found my moms family name in one of them, asked my 94 yr old grandfather about this man, turns out it was his uncle (the man in the ghost story) and yep...it was him who supposedly haunts the city. Needless to say I have not been back since then despite how good Fast Eddie's is!(a well known restaurant/bar in the area).
Great history there for anyone that follows ghosts, civil war or riverboat history, or native american lore, as well as many things about the former resident tallest man in the world-Robert Wadlow whom my grandmother tells stories about going to school with.
I have one "haunting" story to relate. Some of you have probably heard of Springfield Little Theater in Springfield, MO. It has a long history dating back to the period between the World War's and many famous acts have performed there. The dressing rooms used to be under the stage (still are I think) and I've seen signatures of the likes of the Marx Brothers and Fanny Brice scribbled on the stage floor joists. Sadly, that history has since been painted over.
Anyway, like many old theaters, this one has it's own ghost stories. The theater has a main floor audience seating area and two balconies, the first of which was still in use when I worked there in the late 70's (as the Master Carpenter, building sets), and the second not utilized except that lighting fixtures directed at the stage were hung on the balcony railing. In it's hay-day, the second balcony was the coloreds only section and they had to access it from an outside fire escape. Apparently, during that period of time, a murder occurred up there, and there are other stories told as well.
One night the technical director, Bill, and I were on the stage, working late on a set in preparation for an upcoming production. Our attention was drawn to the second balcony as a lighting fixture that shouldn't have been on suddenly came on. We both said "that's strange" and walked over to the lighting control console where every thing was as it should have been, i.e., the fader that should have been controlling that fixture was still at zero. Still, even though we knew the stories associated with the theater, we weren't overly alarmed and decided to go up to the second balcony to investigate further. It was when we got to the fixture that the hair on the backs of our necks began to stand up...the fixture was not even plugged in, yet there it glowed just as bright as you please. We just stood there transfixed, and it faded after a couple of seconds. That's when we decided that enough work had been done on the set for the night and we beat a hasty retreat to an establishment down the street that we knew supplied nerve tonic. To this day, that is the strangest thing I have ever witnessed. Still no explanation for it.
I've heard rumors about ghosts around SDC. A few years ago the miller at Sullivan's Mill said some early morning delivery men heard noises in the shop, one was shaken so bad, he refused to go into the building alone. The miller published the story as part of his little booklet on Sullivan's Mill, and I've got a copy. I've also heard Marvel Cave and FITH are haunted spots at SDC, but someone else will have to confirm/deny any stories. During my time working there I did not experience anything on park of a supernatural nature.
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Shepherd of the Hills Homestead has a Confederate soldier that appears around the Old Mill Theater set and up around Inspiration Point. He rides a horse. Apparently during the Civil War there was an outpost there on the property, but don't know much about it. Kelly Trimble, who's dad, Mark, owned Sh. Hills while I lived in Branson, said employees had seen things, but he kind of dismissed it. I think he may have had one or two experiences on the property, but blew 'em off as "just something weird."
I grew up in a small town in western Arkansas, the same town my parents are from. When they were young, the "Brushy Ridge ghost light" was well known, and even had a reporter from TIME/LIFE cover it in the '40s. It was over the line in Oklahoma, miles and miles of dirt road from anywhere.
Mom and Dad had both seen the light several times, which burned dull orange like a hay lantern. It would go back and forth across the ridge, then wander down into the valley until it disappeared.
I took my college girlfriend out there once to try to see it. We parked at the "abandoned" farm house just as it was good and dark, shut the truck off, and waited for our eyes to adjust to the dark.
After about 15 minutes, we saw a light, all right -- the porch light of that old shack came on, and did a good job of illuminating the shotgun barrel that was poking out the screen door!
We decided a hasty retreat was in order, and that was certainly the most scared I've ever been when chasing ghosts!
I love the stories guy! Keep 'em coming!
While it's not really a ghost hunting story, Jason and Grant of Ghost Hunters on SyFy own the Spalding Inn in Whitefield, NH. It's about 7 miles from our house in Lancaster.
It's off on a side road, and I drove past it a couple of weeks ago while taking my daughter to see a friend. It's quite beautiful on a moonlit snowy night at -20. :)
Edit: fixed the distance.
I love that show!! Never miss an episode, that and GHI (Ghost Hunters International).
I grew up in Alton, IL and still live near there. I did a bit of ghost hunting when I was younger. I had some crazy experiences and decided that was enough for me. I let my oldest son go on one ghost hunting expedition, but probably no more until he turns 18. Now I'm into hunting for Bigfoot. Hey,at least I know I can shoot it, if one comes after me. You can't do that to a ghost! ;D
I no longer watch GH. To me they have gotten to big for their britches. I loved when they went into the normal folk homes and helped people come to terms with stuff going on. I wish they would do more of those. Maybe the first case being a home and the second being a big name place. And I hate GHI. Grrr.