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Has anyone ever worked or been to a HAUNTED PLACE?

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Comment by Sunni on November 15, 2012 at 7:19am
I love Jerome, AZ. Old town with an artsy feel to it.
Comment by Brooke Andersen on November 14, 2012 at 10:10pm

For approx. 1 year I have been approached online by a ghouly presents, when I shouted who's there it replied "Peter" I was like yikes..... I ran and ran lmao ;-)

Comment by Brooke Andersen on November 13, 2012 at 9:42pm

Nice stories!

Comment by aggie71 on November 11, 2012 at 4:54pm

Hey I didn't see any ghosts lately but I was in the most haunted city in America just a few days ago.....Savannah Georgia!  Some of those old cemeteries looked really spooky too. 

Comment by Dan on November 11, 2012 at 4:46pm

I have worked in resort hotels since 1985 and at last count had been at at least 58 front desks. I have never seen or felt anything non-normal except in one place where everybody saw the same thing, even in broad daylight.

It was about 1989, and I did a post-season on Nantucket at the Nantucket Inn. It was a 3-year old motel just across from the airport made famous in the TV show WINGS. On a very busy day with a weather-related, semi-emergency checkout of the whole property, I - as the newest employee - was sort of kept out of the way and went to make coffee. I saw a woman standing in the dim light of the closed bar, lit by the cloudy twilight of later afternoon. She was still standing there when I was bringing the coffee out of the kitchen so I asked if she needed help.  She didn't respond so I just kept going. Refilling the coffee, I saw her again - and again she did not respond. I mentioned her to the staff at the desk and everyone sort of muttered and walked away and that made me insist they explain. In halting English, the Argentinian housekeeping manager choked out, "That is the ghost!" I ran up when it got slow and moved toward the woman. She disappeared like the water mirages you see on a long stretch of desert highway. Over the course of the Fall, I saw her often as did other employees. It was comical when drunks would come to the desk to complain that the, '...barmaid was rude and ignoring them.' The story was that there had been a roadhouse that burned down on that site. In the fire was killed either a bride at her reception or a bride left at the alter and she was the yound woman.



Comment by Brooke Andersen on October 22, 2012 at 3:16pm

The ghost of a night watchman haunts the furnace.

Ghost of Night Watchman at Hope Furnace

 One story begins with a young couple driving home from the husband’s parents in Nelsonville to McArthur about thirty five minutes away.  It was late that November evening around eleven o’clock. They were thinking about upcoming Christmas, getting the kids home to bed and the usual worries of paying the bills. They crossed State Route 56 and made a little jog in the road to the left to hop on State Route 278. State Route 278 is a lonesome sort of roadway nowadays. Few cars take this remote section this late at night unless they are coming into Lake Hope State Park campground or cutting through the area towards McArthur or Chillicothe.

It is nothing more than thick pine forest on either side of the roadway wavering for a few pitch dark miles. And it is deathly quiet and incredibly dark, the only homes for miles are a few tucked far into the hills. You almost expect ghostly white teams of horses to come racing around the sharp curves, laden with hundred year old charcoal for the fires.

But on the chilly night while little droplets of sleety snow tapped on the windshield,  there would be about 30 seconds the young couple wasn’t thinking about much of anything at all but the terror filling their chests.  Everything around them would seem to come to a halt while their car rambled past the small section of Lake Hope State property where the tumbledown remains of the old Hope Furnace chimney-like stack now stood.

A light. The woman in the car saw a tiny light dipping  up and down to her right along the hillside. Bob. Bob. Bob.It was as nearly as high as the treeline. The husband slowed the car while they watched it waver up and down along the hillside. Had it been summer, they would have tossed the idea around that it was nothing more than someone with a flashlight walking around the hills. But not on this night with the sleet coming down steadily and no cars in sight. They were nearly at a dead standstill when the light flared bright white. Ten seconds passed, then twenty seconds passed. They blinked into the darkness. Then suddenly . . . Bob. Bob. Bob.  The couple felt time nearly stood still before the wife gasped and pushed her hand to her lips. The light was now closer. Had it moved from atop the furnace across the expanse of the grassy picnic area? It was too fast for a human to run from atop the old furnace area to the bottom of the ravine. Another flash filled the night air. The man did not wait for the light to get closer, he hit the accelerator and slip-slid into the night.



It’s hard to believe driving along the lonely stretch of State Route 278 through LakeHope State Park that this region was once bustling with traffic from the many small towns between. Look right to left anywhere after the lake and you are sure to see little more than the thick pine forests. The quiet solitude of the woodland belies what used to be. It is hard to imagine a town of furnace worker shacks, a general store, a post office and tiny schoolhouse. Until you notice the crumbling monster of the old furnace shoved into the valley floor. Not much more than a fortress of thick stone slabs, bent iron and a smattering of black, shiny rocks of slag remain to remind us of the past.


But during the mid and late 1800s, the drive to pull raw iron ore from Southern Ohio’s fertile sandstone soil and turn it into iron brought mining, railroading and iron blast furnaces. There was Zaleski and Mineral, Ingham and Hope – all filled with workers and their families, eking out an existence working in the mines or at the furnaces to make a simple living.

From approximately 1854 to the early 1900s, the tiny town ofHope lay spread  about the hills, knolls and valleys of what is now Lake Hope State Park and Zaleski State Forest. A little more than a hundred people worked and lived  the harsh life controlled by those who operated the furnace. Most of them owned little, lived in makeshift rows of shacks and worked long hours just to stay alive. Nearly any sign of life here from a hundred years ago has vanished. The only remaining hint of existence is a tiny, rundown cemetery, several foundations hidden beneath pine tree needles and a layer of deep green moss and the stone structure that was once a bustling iron furnace stack.


Ghost of Night Watchman at Hope Furnace

It is the furnace, legend tells, boasting the most popular ghost found in the hills around Hope. Whispers have always told of a night watchman for Hope Furnace who stumbled into the fiery stack. He burned to death almost instantly, not even a scorched bone to be found among the charred cinders at the bottom of the pit. The man’s name still remains a mystery and no newspaper article about his death can be found. However, it would not be uncommon for the furnace operators to hire a nameless tenant of a neighboring town or a vagrant passing through to work in their company.  Most were immigrants working for little more than enough food to get them by day to day. But the mysterious worker is said to be seen with an orange lantern still strolling across the top of the furnace on rainy evenings. He is seen as nothing more than a shadowy figure traveling as if walking on air where the old buildings once connected to the furnace.  

Except after dark. If legend is correct and the night is right, driving along State Route 278 just might be busier than you think. And where people once lived and died, come ghosts and tales just waiting to be validated or disproved.  Such is the legend of the floating lantern at Hope Furnace, the twinkling lights and gentle human-life murmurs floating through the pines.  

Directions to Hope Furnace:

From State Route 93-Take State Route 56 to State Route 278 south-following the signs toward Lake Hope State Park. The iron furnace will be on your right.

Please note: Always check with park staff to see when and where you can hunt for these ghosts. Because of the danger of many areas like the cliffs at Hocking Hills after dark, the trails close at dusk.

Comment by Brooke Andersen on October 22, 2012 at 3:13pm


Comment by aggie71 on September 26, 2012 at 7:22am

Whoa ... kinda scary.

Comment by Brooke Andersen on September 25, 2012 at 11:15pm

My brother told me this story when I was younger. He said that it's true. 

In Yellowstone National Park there was a huge fire. Some park rangers went to scout the area and to get all the visitors out of the park. When they were done, the park rangers met back up and noticed that one of them was missing. "Has anyone seen Rick?" one of them asked, who happened to be one of his best friends. They all answered no. Nobody ever found Rick's body. People figured he fell into the fire and was killed. 

A few years went by and things started disappearing from a little village, nearby to where the fire happened. Rick's friend was still a park ranger and decided to check it out with another ranger. 

They decided to try to catch this thief red-handed. An old lady made a pie and sat it on her windowsill as bait. The rangers sat in some bushes nearby, while they waited for the thief. But they got drowsy as they sat in the hot sun for hours and they fell asleep. 

They woke up to find that the pie had been stolen. It was on the verge of night as they stood up to find the culprit. They saw little holes in the dirt as if a chicken had walked through there. They led into the woods. 

The rangers rounded up a team and went searching the next morning. They searched hard, until finally they found a small clearing, that was a landmark for the fire. Two of the park rangers approached to where it was. They saw a figure hunched over chewing on a pie. One of the park rangers gasped making the figure turn around. 

It was Rick. The sight was horrible. His skin was almost all burned off. His eye's looked like fire. His legs were gone from the knee down, leaving bloody stumps. His hair was all wild and his fingernails were long enough that how he got around was he would just dig them into the dirt and drag himself. He inched over to his friend, cackling and mumbling. "You left me alone to die in that fire. You have to pay!" he said. 

His friend didn't move, he couldn't move. The other park ranger grabbed him and started running. But not before Rick grabbed his friend and started to drag him away. As the park ranger ran out of the woods he could hear the sound of bones crunching and agonizing cries. When he finally got back to the village he was half mad. He wandered around mumbling that he was going to get you if you weren't careful. Nobody believed him of course. 

Now if you go to that same spot you will see Rick munching on his friend and getting revenge on anybody who didn't help him through that fire.

Comment by Brooke Andersen on September 20, 2012 at 10:34pm
OK, so it's a little early for Halloween, but it is National Park season — and Andrea Lankford is just the person to take us to the spookiest corners of those parks. Lankford, a former park ranger, is the author of the newly released Haunted Hikes: Spine-Tingling Tales and Trails from North America's National Park System (Santa Monica Press; $16.95; She tells Ron Schoolmeester for USA TODAY about some of her favorite getaways for ghosts, paranormal events and other things that go bump in the night.

Chesapeake & Ohio Canal National Historic Park 

The Gold Mine Trail begins at the Great Falls Tavern Visitor Center near Potomac, Md., outside Washington, D.C., and passes by the site of an explosion that killed a miner in 1906. After the accident, spirits known as "Tommy Knockers" were said to haunt the dark recesses of the mine. The mine closed two years later, after a night watchman encountered "a ghostie-looking man with eyes of fire and a tail 10 feet long" crawling out of the shaft. 301-739-4200;

Yosemite National Park

A wind with a weird name is the spooky thing here. The Miwok Indians believed Yosemite's spectacular waterfalls were haunted by an evil wind called Po-ho-no. The wind, they said, entices the unwary to the roaring brink of the falls and then pushes them off the edge. "Which explains why the National Park Service has fortified the falls overlooks with so many safety railings. The topside views have been as deadly as they are sublime," Lankford says. 209-372-0200;

New Jersey Pinelands National Reserve/Wharton State Forest
New Jersey

"Since 1735, hundreds have seen or heard a yellow-eyed creature with a bat's wings, a dragon's breath and a kangaroo's tail that, according to legend, makes the Pine Barrens its home," Lankford says. To improve your chances of spotting this UBE (unidentified biological entity), she suggests hiking a section of the Batona Trail, a 49-mile route connecting Batsto Village and Ong's Hat. "This path ventures deep into prime New Jersey Devil habitat." 609-894-7300; Or609-561-0024;

Virgin Islands National Park
St. John, U.S. Virgin Islands

The idyllic Jumby Beach and many park trails are haunted by mischievous spirits the locals call "jumbies." Men, they say, have the most to fear while on the self-guided nature trail to Annaberg Sugar Mill Ruins. "This historic plantation site is stalked by a female jumby who is looking for love in all the wrong places," Lankford warns.340-776-6201;

Mammoth Cave National Park

With more than 150 documented paranormal events, Mammoth Cave is one of the spookiest natural wonders of the world. "On the Violet City Lantern Tour, park rangers guide you into the cave using old-fashioned kerosene lamps," Lankford says. "And during such trips, rangers have reported seeing apparitions resembling the slave guides who led visitors into the cave before the Civil War." 270-758-2180;

Great Sand Dunes National Park and Preserve

"Nature's giant sandbox is also a flying saucer hotspot," Lankford says. Since the 1950s, visitors claim to have seen black triangles, cigar-shaped red orbs and multicolored lights hovering over the park. "For the best UFO-watching, climb to the top of 750-foot Star Dune on a moonlit summer night," Lankford says. 719-378-6399;

Oregon Caves National Monument

Kids will especially enjoy the fright factor at this gem of a park. "Tour the cave to see 'moonmilk,' which is made by space aliens or cave gnomes, depending on whom you ask," Lankford says. "Hike the Big Tree Trail where, in July 2000, a psychologist witnessed Bigfoot spying on his family. And spend the night at the cozy yet creepy Oregon Caves Chateau where Elizabeth, the ghost of a jilted bride, startles guests." 541-592-2100, ext. 262;

Grand Canyon National Park

Park employees have long told stories of the North Rim's "Wailing Woman," Lankford says. "Wearing a white dress printed with blue flowers, she floats along the Transept Trail between the lodge and the campground on stormy nights ... crying and moaning over the son and husband she lost to the canyon." 928-638-7888;

Blue Ridge Parkway

In November 1891, 4-year-old Ottie Powell vanished while collecting firewood in the forest. Five months later, a hunter found his body near Bluff Mountain, where a memorial for Ottie can still be found. "Backpackers say the toddler's ghost haunts the Appalachian Trail leading to Bluff Mountain and that his youthful spirit annoys those brave enough to spend a night inside the Punchbowl Shelter," Lankford says. 828-298-0398;

Big Bend National Park

"If you hear peculiar noises while camping in the Chisos Mountains, you're not alone," Lankford says. Chisos means "ghosts," and park rangers say hikers often report hearing "things" in the nightly winds. "Among the ghouls wandering this desert range are a betrayed Indian chief, a troop of long-dead Spanish warriors and a ghost steer seeking revenge against the cowboys who branded him with the word 'murder.' " 432-477-2251;

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