Favorite Local Legends in my town of Columbus

       Hey guys! We’ve made it to day three, and considering how unplanned this is, that’s really impressive… even if it’s a little late. We’re a day behind! But, I started so I am now compelled to see it through the day 13! But, considering 13 is an unlucky number, I maybe should have chosen a different number to count down from. I was totally unsure about the topic of today’s post, until my friend showed me a book covering the Legends and Lore of the area I’ve lived in for 4 years.

     There are so many legends and ‘haunts’ here that I’m ashamed, I had no idea. I guess my plan is to take you through 12 of them in the spirit of today.

1. House of 1000 Cadavers

This is the most intriguing name I have ever seen attributed to a house, in pretty much ever. When I hear the name, I immediately wonder ‘why? what happened? where are they? And of course, where did they come from? where did they go?’ This house was constructed in the 1830s according to the National Registry of Historic Places, and officially the name of the home is the Old John Woolfolk House. August of 1877, Tom Woolfolk killed his 9 family members with an axe, giving it the new moniker of House of 1000 Corpses. Which, no disrespect intended, is far from accurate. Tom Woolfolk was executed by hanging, on October 29, 1890, after being found guilty of nine counts of murder.

      Fast forward to the modern day, it is said, that upon entering the home you will hear the sound of pained moaning emanating from the middle bedroom. The house is inundated with cold spots and doors that seem to open and close of their own accord. Some visitors to the home claim that entering the home, you feel suddenly confused and disoriented, some assert they felt like they were losing their minds.

     The more expert visitors to the House of 1000 Cadavers have captured flitting orbs and shadow people- no word of full body apparitions. They also state that they catch unusual sounds, bangs and thuds and disembodied voices. There have been cases where some investigators were cut and scratched and even saw partial apparitions while walking through the house.

2. Cry Baby Bridge

  I know that most towns have lore about a Cry Baby Bridge, I’ve seen a million shows talking about them in other towns but the story is always similar. Honestly, I was completely unimpressed when I heard about it, due to the prevailing legend that seems to be everywhere. I haven’t been able to find anything to support the legend, but that doesn’t mean there’s nothing there. Legend has it that either a baby accidentally drowned in the creek, or a mother drowned her child. To this day, a figure in white is said to be seen at the bridge, which I can substantiate with personal experience per events that occurred last night. Another part of the legend states that you can hear a baby crying, but you have to be on the bridge to experience it.

     Like I said, I can’t substantiate legend with any corresponding articles, like I can for the murder house but regardless, it’s definitely an experience.

3. Twin Chapel Creek

    This is one that we hunted for for a while last night and had no luck whatsoever in finding it. Evidently there is a small rail that looks kind of like one from a school, that tells you you’re in the right place. It’s just off Whitesville road and I’m going to hunt it down in the day light one of these days, to be honest. According to the legend, the creek bed if home to its very own Murderous Copy Cat Clown, The Creek Freak. The Freak is said to reside off the creek and makes his way to the water’s edge to sob incoherently at his own reflection. Encounters with the clown are rare, but it is said that a group of teenagers sought him out and found him.

     The Creek Freak is said to be a clown from about the turn of the century and appears in  a white clown suit adorned with ruffles. His face is white with bright red or orange lips, with dark (what used to be paint) around his eyes giving him a skeletal appearance. I’m not able to find any proof for this legend either, but it’s definitely interesting though it is worth noting that the legend formed around the time clowns were making their Horrific come back in the movies and serial killer culture. It’s not too far fetched to believe that spirits that inhabit these areas where no correlation to fact can be found, may be Tulpas of a sort. Are they there because we seek them out? Do they manifest because we who believe want it so badly that they are forced into manifesting?

    This legend also includes tales of a pipline between Riverroad and Twin Chapel Creek where you can bound slaves crying in pain and shouting for help. No records exist that I found to lend truth to this tale either.

4. Resident Ghost at the Port

      The Naval Civil War Museum, where I attended the Death By Chocolate Masquerade last year is said to be home to its own haunt, that of William Cushing.  Cushing was born in 1842 in Fedonia, New York. He was something of a war hero, but was not fully appreciated by his peers who viewed his methods as dangerous to himself and others. In 1864 he came up with a plan to sink the confederate iron-clad Albemarle that was docked at the port, He birthed a pan to sink the fortified vessel with a spar torpedo (basically a bomb on a stick) and he spared the vessel in the side. The resulting explosion threw both his men and the confederates a ways, both he and his men were captured as they swam towards shore. The man in question escaped and was safely behind Union Lines.

     William Cushing was larger than life, insane, industrious and fearless. The room at the Museum that holds relics of his life and acts, has a guest of honor periodically. Cushing has manifested as disembodied voices, glowing eyes and white mist. I’m unsure if there is just him or other entities in attendance at the Museum that pays homage to them, but to this day books are said to fly off of shelves in the gift shop and voices are heard reverberating through the museum when there are no living visitors.

5. Spirits of the Springer

       The home of the shameless and talented, the historic Springer Opera House is also home to its own host of resident ghosts. I’m going to summarize the legends below, because this post has taken longer than intended. So you can read more in depth here. The Springer Opera House is nestled among the aged brick buildings in the homey and beautiful downtown area of our little town of Columbus. One of the resident spirits in attendance, is the little brother of the infamous  John Wilkes Booth, Edwin Booth. At the time of his visit to The Springer, he played a memorable role in Hamlet.  It is said to playfully harass visitors and legend has it that he will continue to do so until Hamlet is once more performed on that stage.

     There you have it guys! Our belated post featuring my favorite legends that exist in this town right under my nose! In fact, I’m going to be heading to my actual home town here soon and there’s some further legends there that I may be checking out! Do a quick search with your home town and share what you found in the comments below! I love hearing about legends!

 

Pre-Halloween Ghost Hunting Adventure!

     For day 12 on our countdown, I had one of my best friends stop by last night for some Halloween festivities. I’ve been wanting to Ghost Hunt so bad since leaving Ohio and the house my mother and I collected evidence from, a few years ago. I bought an EMF detector because I had planned to use it in Savannah, Georgia on my big birthday thing, that was cancelled. It’s okay, because we know some places where we can find some spirits here in town!

     Last night, about midnight, we set out just the two of us, for our original goal. Which was the Bibb City Mill which was repurposed into a residential apartment, which we weren’t aware of. We arrived at the old mill to find it completely gated and opted  to not go in. People do tend to get paranoid when non-residents are snooping around a building they live in. I mean, understandably. After that disappointment, we started to backtrack a little to head downtown and found an old dam building. The moment I saw it, I wanted to go in so bad, but it was all boarded up and impenetrable. Dam.Chattahoochee river dam building

Plan B

   We then made our way across town to Whitesville road, that is home to Twin Chapel Creek, supposedly, where there’s allegedly clown spirits and you can hear from a nearby tunnel, the sounds of slaves in pain and/or dying. We drove up and down that road. Several times. When we started our hunt, we had 100 miles in the tank. By this point, we had about 60. And nothing to show for it.

     After one more futile shot at finding the small structure that would tell us we’re going the right way, we conceded to the powers that be and opted for plan C. Plan C for Cry Baby Bridge, where allegedly a bus full of children plunged off a bridge and into the creek below. Unfortunately they did pass away in the creek. Allegedly, you’re supposed to be able to put baby powder on the back of your car and put it in neutral and the children will push you off the bridge. In effect, sparing you a similar fate.

     These days the bridge has been filled in and the only clue that there was a bridge there, is the guardrail. To get to the Cry Baby Bridge, you basically turn at the Icee Stand, and follow Whitesville Road north until it hits gravel. You’re going to look for the third bridge. Now, one thing you might not know about me, is I hate the woods. I hate how claustrophobic they make me feel, so the whole drive to the bridge was very stressful for me. The whole way there, I was scanning the border of the woods, feeling like I was being watched and gripping the wheel way too tight.

    To add to my already disabling, and somehow still growing, fear… The road had become narrow. I was no longer sure of how to turn around, or if I even could. Still we bore  on. The roads were dark and devoid of street lights. The trees mocked us and we came upon a rather large hill, that I couldn’t see the top of. I continued driving, although increasingly uncomfortable. Still feeling like something, or someone was watching us make our steady progress toward our goal. One bridge… Two bridges… Was that the third one? We pulled up the map and, sure enough, it had been. I found a place to turn around and made our way back to the barely recognizable bridge.

   I have an app on my phone, that supposedly functions as  spirit box. Before you say anything, I know what it sounds like. To test it, I sat at my house with that and asked endless questions for an hour, and got no responses from any spirits. I’m inclined to believe this app is at least somewhat legitimate. We stopped the car in the middle of the bridge, put it in neutral and nothing happened. No biggie. We got out the EMF and my phone, with the app, and… they answered us. The first word we got was, Density. Density of what? Spirits? Water? People?

    My companion asked “Are you hurt? Do you need help?” they responded with Cast and Broken. They then said the word hunting. Perhaps indicating knowledge of those who go there to ghost hunt, not unlike ourselves. About this time, I was, of course, sitting there in a mild state of panic. I glanced out of the windshield and to the right of the car. I saw, at the border of the shadows just beyond the guardrail a white wispy shape. Short enough to be a child, perhaps? But whatever, or whoever it was, I wanted no part of. I asked if they wanted us to leave, and got a very strong feeling that that was the case. My EMF detector spiked erratically and, they didn’t need to tell me twice.

   While we were making our way back home, I was certain that the presences that had been talking to us would depart. But, it soon became clear to us that we were still in the company of someone from that bridge. As we left, we got the word Weak, followed by Ugly. When asked “Who’s Ugly?”, we got Gianna. I began to think seriously that my initial perception of this app was wrong, and it may be real, when we got the word Real.

     On the drive home, we got quite a few other words, most notable among them Amanda, Yield, Be Weary and Believe Her (“Her” Possibly being my friend, who was certain the spirit meant no harm). I made sure to keep an eye on the road lest we join our intrepid friend.  We were about 15 minutes from home when we got Almost Here. The conversation took a dark turn, when we got Psychopath, Skin, and Assaulted. Additionally we got words that seem to indicate gang violence caused her to meet her end.

    Whoever she was, she was pretty adamant that she was kept all alone in a basement, assaulted by a number of men (mans, as she spelled on the spirit board later), one of which being named Larry allegedly. When we got home, thoroughly shaken, we set up the Ouija Board that we had been wanting to use in the car.

Spirit Board

    As we sat down at the board, we asked if we had a spirit with us. The planchette moved to ‘Yes’. I was very concerned with verifying her name, because we had gotten 2 female names and she confirmed that her name was Amanda. I told her I was sorry for what happened to her, and on the board, our fingers moved to ‘no’ and the spirit box said don’t lie. We tried to assure her that I was in fact sorry for what happened to her. We sat at the table focused on the board for 3 hours, that decidedly didn’t feel like 3 hours. During the course of the, I guess Seance, I asked for a break so I could change clothes and grab water. I was told ‘no’. Which I appealed and was granted 5 minutes.

The Story So Far

  • The spirit that followed us goes by Amanda
  • She can’t stay, because she needs to go back to her body, which was dumped at the bridge
  • She is from Columbus, Georgia
  • Amanda was assaulted in possible gang violence and kept in a basement, tied up and alone and was eventually sexually assaulted and stabbed.
  • We were given the names Dylan, James (hurt her the least, maybe tried to help?), Larry, Addison, Gianna, Seth Terry, and Cathy.
  • The spirit was 7 years old when she died, and was murdered possibly around march of 2019. She stated that no one is looking for her, and she has not been reported as missing.
  • Stated that whoever killed her was a family friend
  • Possibly held on a base (would make sense, because she did mention soldiers earlier as well)

    My current theory on that is that perhaps her family handed her over to her eventual murderer, and were well aware of what was going to happen, she/the Spirit Box said Dope I’m somewhat inclined to believe that perhaps they handed their child over for drugs? I think she wants to move on, but can’t let go. She said my middle and last name and then said wishing. Maybe wishing for a second chance? A better family? Are we the first people who have spoke to her about what happened? Is this a sad, lonely, frightened child? As I sit here typing this post, I’m still getting responses on the spirit box. I guess it’s further confirmation that she followed us here.

    I’m still trying to get further information to substantiate some of what were told. Nothing so far, but I’ll continue trying as long as she’s here. She told us last night that she can’t hang out here until Halloween, so I’m not sure how much time I have to obtain the information from her.

   As of right now, that’s where I’m at with this ghost hunt. I knew going into it, that someone might follow. I don’t feel threatened or scared of her or anything like that. So I’m taking her at her word, even though I can’t find anything yet to lend credence.

   If you guys have had any experiences, feel free to comment them below or send them to us in an email! Happy Halloween!

EDIT; while editing this post, as i was writing about the bridge, or well, reading out loud as I do, I got the word Accident, and Too high up. As I read the portion where I saw the… spirit? On the other side of the rail, I got Near You. Definitely still getting chills.

Welcome to JnJ’s 13 Days of Halloween!

   Hey, guys! I have some cool posts planned for the next week and 6 days leading up to Halloween. We may be looking at another potential movie watching party if I’m lucky enough to have people stop by, last year was a little bit of a bust to be honest. We have a few days to get in the mood, and because I’m a creature of habit beyond all else… I’ll probably feature the same movies, or maybe I won’t. We do have a movie post planned for this series after all. Some of it very well may be considered creepy!

   I thought I would feature my favorite Creepy Pasta in lieu of writing my own, as I’m trying to get back to writing and I’m not quite there yet. What better way to ring in the Spooky vibes than to share my absolute favorite Creepy Pasta with my lovely readers? And also, the idea that by indulging myself in creepy pasta and the written word I may be able to grab that spark again.

   This one is fairly long, so I’m just posting the first portion of it here for you, and if you want to you’re welcome to follow the proceeding ‘read more’ link to check out the full story. This story is by u/bloodworth on Reddit and I absolutely adore their writing. This one has a  special place in my heart because it’s got a foot in the real world with the corresponding phone number that titles it.

    Ladies and gentleman, I present to you, 630-296-7536 ( Call at your own risk, I’ve called and I still live… but who’s to say you’ll be as lucky?). I hope you love it as much as I do!

I’m sure that all of you on r/nosleep are used to the cry for help type stories by now. Help me, help me, blah-blah-blah. I won’t bore you with another. Even if I wanted your help, you couldn’t give it to me, because your help is useless.

Why?

Because you’re not a member.

I just wish that I wasn’t either.

It all started innocently enough. With a phone call.

I’d been up for a few hours, unpacking and cleaning, waiting for the plumber to call. I just moved into a cabin and the contractors fucked everything up. Because of that, I now have the wonderful task of making calls to competent people that can fix what the original contractors did wrong.

The phone rang at 12:06.

Not bad, I thought. Usually plumbers don’t bother to call or show up until 5.

When I picked up the phone I didn’t even get a chance to say hello before a woman on the line told me to “Please hold for the next available operator.”

I hopped up and sat on the cabinet in the kitchen. It was one of the few places in the cabin not occupied with boxes. Elevator music leaked into my ear. I’d started to drowse off when the music stopped and a piano chord that sounded like it was three notes that didn’t quite go together played through the receiver twice.

A voice came on the line.

“Welcome to Boothworld Industries. My name is Samantha and I will be your operator today. Name?”

I didn’t know what to say so I told the operator my name.

“Sir, we know who you are. I’m your operator. Please give me a name to access.”

“I don’t understand,” I said.

“It can be anyone, sir. We just need a name.”

“Uh, okay,” I said. I made up a name. “Harold Withers.”

“Sir, as your operator, I must point out that fictitious names, or the names of people that you don’t know, cannot be used.”

“Used for what?” I asked. How had she known that I’d made up that name? The whole thing felt like it was some sort of prank, but hardly anyone knew my new phone number.

“Remodeling.”

“Remodeling? Is this the plumber?” I asked.

“Welcome to Boothworld Industries. My name is Samantha and I will be your operator today. Name?”

Read More!

   If you’re still here, I’m glad to have you! You’re probably over there finishing that story. I don’t blame you! That phone number that titles the story is so cool to me. I don’t know who owns the number or who voiced the recording, but it’s perfect. I love stories that tie in to our world a bit, phone numbers, nursery rhymes… something I can interact with, y’know?

I know it’s not particularly creepy in the sense of BOO! but I feel like it fits the season, nonetheless. Happy 13 days of Halloween! I’ll see you guys tomorrow!

 

Starting Off the Spooky Season with Six Flags!

    Hey guys, Happy -almost- Halloween! Are you guys ready? Because, I’m not. I have no idea what I’m going to do this year for Halloween stuff, but I’ll figure it out. For now I’m just living my best life and trying to have fun. My friend and I went back to Atlanta last weekend, and to my pleasure (and panic) that was the first day that the Halloween stuff started. You guys may not know, or you may suspect, that I am I huge coward. I don’t like loud noises, being touched, being startled, chased or anything else that generally happens at Haunted attractions. You guys know that theme parks like to show out for the Halloween festivities, and while I like the aesthetic of it all, I would be just as happy wandering around the attraction without the spooks and just take in the decor and creepy effects.

    I have a dear love of Urbex, so just stick me in an abandoned, creepy building and let me explore. But please don’t scare me. My fight or flight has a couple levels. There is no fight, if there’s no flight response, I’m laughing… actually, I have been known to say “STOP IT” or just stare blankly at a spook. Sometimes I’ll try to make them as funny to myself as possible, like the ridikulous charm against a bogart. My flight response now, its either save myself and throw my friends (or future husband) at the zombies… or save one (1) person and myself. Like this one time, when exiting a haunted house. I grabbed my friend and shoved her boyfriend back in to the ‘butcher’ that had been chasing us.

   For our first stop in Atlanta we stopped by Phipps Plaza. Mainly because they have Build A Bear, Revelator Coffee and a decent little selection of the more boujee stores. Let’s face it, that is one of the reasons we planned this trip. I was also interested in checking out Nordstrom, which we don’t have here in Columbus. I’d been hearing that they have discounted makeup- sign me up. We left my house at the early hour of 9 AM. We had a little time to browse and enjoying the process of being grown women at BAB. I had figured about 2 hours for exploring this mall, and we needed the entirety of my estimation. The drive was terrible and somehow my game-plan was perfect, with us arriving at just after the estimated time by 4 minutes. Thanks, Atlanta.

Adelynn
My (wonky) bear, Adelynne!

   After making our bears, we made our way to Lennox Square, which got us closer to our destination only marginally. Lennox also has its own Revelator coffee shop, which is great for me! They also have a lot of the stores that we were dying to go to since last time. Steve Madden, Free People, Sephora, Lush,  Coach… among so many other things. This was the boujee part of the trip. The part of trip where we just made ourselves suffer by looking at expensive stuff. To be fair though, it’s the beginning of fall so there are some Summer things on clearance. Even that’s not terribly helpful though. A girl can dream. I valiantly talked myself out of buying makeup at Sephora, since I can get Kaja and such at my local inset store. I ended up only making it out of the mall with coffee, and a forever 21 dress that I ended up returning because it had a defect.

    We went to Six Flags afterwards, probably dressed too cute for the spooks, because yes, it’s officially the Fall. However, it still feels like summer. It was supposed to be 75 in Atlanta. And yet, no need for toasty layers and autumnal colors here in the south. We arrived at Six Flags about 4:00 PM with our tickets already in hand. We were able to ride Dahlonega Mine Train, Mind Bender, Crime Wave and the Log Jamboree and I spent a lot of time panicking because Six flags somehow makes rides scarier during Fright Fest, and I wanted no part of the Goliath being scarier. Luckily for me, the line at the Goliath was 90 minutes long, and unluckily for me it was the same case for both of the rides I was looking forward to the most- Batman and Superman. We rode substantially less rides than I had intended to, especially with the amount of time we spent there being like 6 hours. But, it’s okay. I was 100% okay with seeing Goliath from the ground. No. Thanks.

     We went into the Casa De Muerte, where the story was that a bride stumbled into the basement to see evidence of her husband’s necromantic ways and science experiments. When he returned home, she slaughtered him. I was excited for this house because the page mentioned ‘ghost viewers’ and sign me up! The viewers ended up being 3D glasses that made the house disorienting, didn’t like that too much. I was surprised to see that I didn’t get particularly scared or even jumpy, maybe it was being there were people around me who were looking jumpy. Can’t be letting the children see me freak out, right? The haunted house had a cool aesthetic and we met mama bear who was hyping her cubs up and telling them to remember it’s all fake, and all in good fun. Haley and I stuck behind them through the house, as we shuffled through in near single file. 

    Honestly, given that I wasn’t jump-scared or anything, I found it to be underwhelming. But, with the description as below, how could I not check it out? I would have linked you to the page, but given as how I’m pretty certain the page will fade from existence after Fright Fest, I wanted to share it with you! 

Find out if your heart is strong enough to stand Casa de Muerte

Madeline Mendoza is known in legend as the Blood Stained Bride. Shortly after her marriage, on the Day of the Dead, her new husband, Prof. Vincent Crowley, a famed world traveling explorer, archeologist and forensic scientist, she was taken away from her home in Mexico City to his palatial Victorian mansion in Georgia.

Crowley was a domineering husband who forbid her from exploring the lower recesses of the home, but while he was gone on his travels, she gained entrance to his laboratories and even the catacombs deep within the home… and what she uncovered there drove her mad. She found that her husband was a necromancer who used science and black magic to raise the dead and to open gateways into other dimensions. He led an ancient cult of twisted sub-humans, who participated in his unholy rituals. The discovery almost killed her and, as she narrowly escaped alive, was determined to put an end to Crowley’s mad schemes.

When he returned from his voyage, she tore him to shreds with her bare hands. The halls of the house were drenched in gore and she immolated herself in the fires of the boiler room, putting an end to the cult of the damned. Every year, on the Day of the Dead, some say you can hear her shrieking, and that you can see the blood dripping a ghastly trail through the house of evil.

Do you dare follow the trail of gore to uncover the Mysteries of the Manor? If so, put on your Ghost Viewer and find out if your heart can stand the terrible things that your eyes will see!

   All in all, we had a great time in Atlanta, aside from the horrible Atlanta traffic and the small issue of random people approaching my car. The malls were great, and I’m left wishing I would have participated in Beauty Week, which was happening at the time. The malls were of course, overpriced for my budget. But that’s what I was expecting. We did do one more thing of note as we were on our way out of the bustling city. I haven’t shared this here, but there’s a restaurant that has robot servers. It’s so cool! I took a gif for you guys!

via GIPHY

   Look at that face! For some reason I think it’s really adorable, and I don’t know why. This little guy is at Big Bang Pizza in Brookhaven, which is think is basically still in Atlanta. Or… in the same way that Homestead is in Birmingham.  This pizza is some of the best I’ve had outside of New York City and I can’t recommend them enough. True, it does look like it might be a little gimmicky. But it’s great pizza with a futuristic appeal and is much more than just a gimmick. If you live close-by Atlanta, definitely check them out!

    

     

Java and Jeans and Valentine’s Day~

          Happy Valentine’s Day (night?) guys! I wasn’t sure what to post for today, since I don’t think any of the things on the back burner are very “Valentine’s Day” appropriate. Today wasn’t projected to be really particularly Romantic or even be my Valentine’s Day. But my future husband is full of surprises, and I want to gush.

     He has an enthusiasm for embarrassing me at work, and involving my bosses… or anyone he can tell his plans. When I went on break, my boss stopped by desk and asked me to follow him. The first thing out of my mouth was, “what did I do?”  In the break room, he didn’t see what (or who) he was looking for. I went to get a drink and when I came back, I was greeted by my fiance` surrounded by a group of 5 people helping him carry 3 teddy bears, 4 vases of flowers, 3 candy hearts and a super plush and warm blanket.

     Literally, I didn’t stop blushing for about an hour.  I was reminded of my own glaring inability to plan surprises. All I can do is literally buy gifts, get excited and give them to the recipient. I don’t have the… forethought and discipline to plan things like this.

     I’m sure you guys did your own thing for Valentine’s Day, whatever that may mean for you. So, I’m just making a quick and sappy post for the occasion. My tattoo itches really bad at this point, and I’m dying for a distraction. Maybe sleep? 

 

       I’m so proud of him, and flattered. He put together those flower arrangements himself, my favorite part is the Carnations. He knows how much I love them. These smell fantastic and my biggest sadness is that I’m terrible with plants and I know they’re not going to last long at all.

     With the admission of my inevitable defeat,  I leave you guys until Monday. I know this isn’t quite Valentine’s post I was planning, and it may not be the one you guys wanted. But hey! It’s our first Valentine’s Day together! Next year, I hope to have a plan nailed down for the occasion. Maybe 14 day event?