If you’re looking to get good and scared this Halloween, you might want to check these out.
Ghost stories abound in Ohio’s Montgomery County. I heard many of them while growing UP there. Some of these are new to me, and some are familiar. I’ve never experienced any of them.
In Clayton, the Fire Station 84 is inhabited by a small boy. He runs UP and down the main hall, makes mysterious noises, and leaves tools, bolts, and such lying around. Obviously, he never watched Uncle Al and Wendy, you know, “…put your toys away, don’t delay, help your Mommy have a happy day…” He closes and opens doors.
Amazingly, these only happen when there is one person on duty.
Why must a ghost only have one friend at a time?
Centerville, Ohio is supposedly full of haunts and haunted places.
At the Wolfe Mausoleum in Centerville Cemetery, the story goes that two wolves were buried alive with their owner. The Wolfes were a wealthy and influential family, one of their sons was a judge when I was living in Dayton.
Really now, who owns a wolf? It’s kinda like owning a cat!
Supposedly one can hear them scratching and howling underground. Think about that, after devouring the bodies in the mausoleum and running out of food, it would have been the survival of the fittest. It could not have been pretty!
The stage lights at the Town Hall Theatre go on and off by themselves according the
stoner technician running the light board. And to top it off, the basement is very dark and cold.
Wait a minute, aren’t they all?
A man “who looks a lot like Lincoln”, haunts the theater and can be seen peeking out the window. If he doesn’t like the play, the pilot light goes out on the furnace. He is supposed to be especially averse to nudity, sex, and profanity.
What is going on at that theater?
A couple of things here: It’s Ohio; all basements are cold and dark. And it can’t be Lincoln, because he loved a dirty joke, used profanity, and was not averse to sex…at all! He did love the theater, but that didn’t work out so well.
In the early 1920s, when money was big, Dayton business tycoon Richard Grant, bought 780 acres of land consisting of five or six farms off Alex-Bell Road.
He wanted a place in the country. He spent a million bucks building his dream castle. The city built UP around him and the place was eventually sold to the United Methodists. They renamed Normandy Farms, Normandy UMC, and went to preachin’.
Didn’t do a bit of good.
Apparently, a female guest at the home tried to commit suicide and was less than successful. When she later died she came back to haunt the place. Who knows what happened, but it must have been a rough night.
Now janitors there insist they smell sudden whiffs of perfume, hear noise, and see smoking, boiling toilets when they clean.
I think the Methodists should scale back on the carry-in suppers!
Happy ghoul hunting!