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Naughty Or Nice

Naughty Or Nice
Pine Knoll Apartments / Stock Photo

About a week ago I was staying with my aunt at the Pine Knoll Apartments. On this particular night me, my cousins, and a friend were getting ready to go to sleep (we slept in the living room) and out of no where I felt a finger or something run down the back of my ear. My cousin Telina was beside me with her head on her hands, so she could not have done it.

Telina’s brother told me that one day out of the blue my little three-year-old cousin said that she had talked to a little girl that had broken her neck. Three days later she walked up to me and said that she had talked to the little girl again down at the playground. I started to ask her questions. Like how old the little girl was (she said that she was two) and how she had broken her neck (she put her hand up to her throat). My little cousin would wake up every night and come down the stairs crying. I asked her if the little girl ever went to her room. She said yes. I asked what her name was and she said something we couldn’t understand so I told her to say it again and we thought that she said Soafy. We asked her what Soafy does when she goes to my little cousin’s (her name is Lana) room. Lana said that she read her a story about puppies. Then about six hours later we asked the same questions, the answers never changed. My aunt went to the neighbors and asked them about it. The neighbors looked it up on the Internet and found that a few years ago there was a little two-year-old girl that was strangled and Lana had described her. Everything the hair color, age…. everything. There was only one thing that was different and that was the name. The little girls name was Savanna. It might just be me but the names both start with an S, I think that is close enough.

Then we went to church and prayed for Savanna. When we got home we asked Lana more questions and she told us that sometimes Savanna would get mad at her and lock her in her room so she couldn’t get out. My aunt’s eyes opened so wide it was scary. She said that when Lana gets time outs and she sends her up to her room that the door would be locked and she’ll tell Lana to open it and Lana says she’s doesn’t know how. Then we just started talking about something else. Then out of nowhere Lana said the little girl was in the house. My aunt took her in the house and told Lana to tell her where the little girl named Savanna was. Lana took my aunt to her room and opened up the closet and told my aunt that she was in there. My aunt said something and Lana said Savanna had run away. My aunt asked where and Lana said Savanna had gone into my aunt’s room. So they went in there and my aunt said something and Lana said that Savanna ran away again but the monster was still there. My aunt said I command you in the name of Jesus to get out of this house and Lana said the monster was gone.

One night I stayed up there with Lana because everyone was going to pull an all-nighter and Lana wouldn’t go to bed. I slept with her and I woke up four times for no reason. Once I woke up because I had heard a baby crying. I didn’t think anything of it because I thought it was my baby cousin Cory and fell right back to sleep. It was around 7:30 in the morning and Lana started screaming at the top of her lungs. I have never seen anyone so scared in my life. Lana started crawling off the mattress and it was like someone had pushed her off it. She screamed stop and then started crawling again and she got pushed again. I yelled her name and she turned around and looked at me. Then Lana looked beside me and started crying even more.

So far that’s all that’s happened and I don’t think that will be the last of these stories.

Sheepsquatch

Sheepsquatch
A mystical Sheepsquatch looms in a moonlit, misty forest / AI Generated

I grew up in Gallipolis, across the Ohio River from Point Pleasant. In high school I found an old scrapbook of my mother’s with several dozen clippings on the Mothman: I was fascinated that something “neat” had happened so close to the sleepy little town I loved, and I was hooked. I had to know more! It didn’t take long for me to find “The Mothman Prophecies” and read it cover to cover.

I lost interest somewhat when I began to date and do the things high school kids do. However, when I returned from a seven-year tour in the United States Navy I rediscovered my interest in the Mothman. I decided that I would use the skills the Navy had taught me to try and disprove the Mothman stories. My logic being that if I tried, seriously and diligently, to disprove the stories, and failed, then I would have strengthened their credibility.

My new hobby took me into the woods and “hollers” around the TNT area and to the homes of what witnesses who were alive and willing to talk about what they’d seen. While I found a great many points of interest in my investigation among them some interesting questions focusing on an Active Naval base in Point Pleasant which seems to have no official purpose or staff. I was not prepared for what I encountered along a creek bank north of Bethel Church Road.

I was walking the creek bank trying to run down some tips provided to me by an acquaintance at a UFO investigation group who I considered a marginal flake, but which seemed to have some credibility in the form of “what are these guys really up to” venue.

As I walked the creek I heard something large break through the brush ahead of me and I froze. Logic told me that it was at worse a large dog or even a stray cow, as it is very little in the way of predators in Mason county. Still, I’ve been a hunter since my teenage years and I knew well that the WV DNR had been actively repopulating absent native species: it was wholly possible that I was about to become face to face with something which might consider my lunch.

What I saw emerge from the brush was a large brownish-white creature. It’s fur looked dirty and matted as if the animal did very little in the line of self-grooming. I can’t be sure if I was looking at a dirty white animal or a brownish animal with a white undercoat. It was late in the fall so it makes sense that it might be putting on a winter coat. The creature moved on all fours as it breached the brush line and knelt to drink from the creek. It’s front limbs, the only limbs I saw clearly, ended in what was markedly paw-like “hands”. Its head was long and pointed, like a canine, and it had largish horns; not antlers but single point horns.

I shrunk back into the brush and watched, afraid to stay and afraid to run. It drank for a few minutes, then cross the creek and continued on across toward Sandhill Road. When I was sure it was gone, I turned and ran as fast as I could back toward the pond where I’d parked.

The one thing that sticks out in my mind about this encounter most clearly is the way it smelled. It smelled like sulfur. Now, don’t think I’m screaming fire and brimstone here, I’m not. One of the biggest problems with the TNT area is the pollution from the manufacturing activities that went on there. The worst of this is the Red Water runoff generated by the production of gunpowder. The area was a navy ammunition plant at one time and made gunpowder. Red Water, the cause to this date of the brownish-red foam seen in many of the run-off ponds, has a sulfur content that should concern anyone exposed to it. It makes sense that anything living in this area should absorb some measure of that scent if they are drinking from these water sources.

Sheepsquatch: a long-haired, apparently carnivorous quadruped reported roaming the hills of western West Virginia for several generations. The creature, and perhaps others like it, was first documented by folklorist Ruth Ann Musick in her book “The Telltale Lilac Bush,” published in 1965. That account originates in Kanawha County, possibly in the eastern end of its range, which appears to be among the low hills and ridges of the lower Kanawha River region. Many more recent sightings appear to have originated in Boone, Putnam, and Mason counties. Sightings surged in Boone County in the mid-1990s. The creature was first described as being about the size of a bear though with white, wool-like fur and saber-like teeth. It has also been described as possessing a long snout, similar to a dog, and with horns like that of a goat. Its forelimbs end in paw-like hands, according to some sources — similar to those of a raccoon but larger, while its tail is long and hairless like that of an opossum.

Looking Eyes

Looking Eyes
Wall Painting of an Eye / Stock Photo

It all started not long after I moved from Ohio, to the little town of Creston. I was 13 miles from any real town! I watched my 4 year old sister everyday and we would get so bored. We would often go down to the river to swim. I soon became bored with having to spend my summer in the middle of nowhere playing with a 4 year old, so I decided that we should do some exploring on the mountain. We started going about a mile or so everyday, but I was very curious to see what else was around so we started taking extra gas with us. Well, this turned out not to be the best idea!

I always felt like someone or something was following us all the way up the road. Looking at us. I would sometimes stop and look behind us and all around but never seen anything just felt like something did not want us there. My sister felt like someone was calling her name but I just put it off as the “baby” being stupid and often told her to shut up!

On one afternoon we rode all the way to the top and off to the left is an old church. I am not sure if it is still there, but it was old. It had no windows and just a little of the floor was left. It sat half over a very large hill. We got off of the four wheeler and that is when it started! We began to hear singing and a man saying something we couldn’t understand. We could see eyes, and I mean just eyes looking at us. All over the walls and the front door. I could feel something touching my hair and I got very cold. My sister started screaming and telling the eyes not to look at her. This all took place in about 2 to 3 minutes because I froze, I could not move. I did grab her up and took her back down the hill as fast as I could. When we got back to our house I just held her and we cried. We NEVER went back to the church again. I don’t know what is up there, but something is. We still to this day don’t even talk about Creston church on the hill or the eyes!

Ayew Monster

Ayew Monster
Red Eyes / Stock Photo

My dad told me a story about a critter his grandfather “Doc” Carpenter encountered once while hunting in the woods surrounding Erbacon, WV which is in Webster County.

He said he was stalking either turkey or deer when he realized he was being stalked by a creature that resembled a black panther with an almost “bull-dog” like face and red eyes. He said the creature had a yowl that sounded like “A-Yeeew”, thus the name. My dad said it may have been a panther that had been shot in the face, but one never knows.

Perhaps this is the same animal as the black panther thing someone else posted on the site.

Haunted Mountain Top

Haunted Mountain Top
Mountain Top / Stock Photo

I was a newly wed in April of 1988. My husband had a trailer on the top of Mosesfork Mountain where we resided after we were married. At first everything was going great. My husband worked driving a truck and I stayed home and took care of the housework, shopping etc.

One morning I was sleeping and all of the sudden a small clock radio we had in the bathroom woke me up blaring loud music. I got up and ran to turn it off. When I opened the bathroom door the music stopped. The radio wasn’t even plugged in. I just chalked it up and thought I dreaming.

A short time later I would hear the commode flush and the water in the bathroom running, when I would go to investigate, nothing would be happening. I asked my husband if he had heard anything strange and he said no. I told him about what had been happening to me, but of course he thought I was crazy. This continued for a while.

One morning I heard this huge raging fire I thought for sure the trailer had caught fire. I could hear the blazes roar and popping that comes when you have a large fire. I got up and ran outside but nothing was burning. Several times my television would change channels.

One night my younger sister stayed all night with me. The next morning, she told me that she thought I had walked past her to get a drink of water. She was going to grab me when I went back through and scare me, but I never came back through. It scared her because she knew it was not me who got a drink. Finally, I told my mom about the occurrences one day. She told me that close to where my trailer sat, a man and a woman were blown up in an old motel that used to be there. I don’t know what it was but I was glad when my husband and I moved. I am not saying that I believe in ghost but something was going on out there on that mountain top.

Laurel Rd. In Richwood

Laurel Rd. In Richwood
Laurel Rd / Google Maps

There are so many ghosts that haunt this “holler” (as we call it), but I will only tell you about the ones that I have seen personally. There is a place up this road referred to as the “cuts” and at this certain place myself and many others have seen an old man walking along side of road and then he crosses the road (most usually in front of someone’s vehicle). This old man is said to be searching for his money.

The story goes that this man had a lot of money and hid it across the road from the “cuts” in a rock cliff. Apparently one night some kids jumped the old man and started beating him to try and get him to give in and tell them where the money was, but they beat him up so bad he died.

The other ghost is related to my family and has been seen on my grandmas property many times by almost everyone who lives up this road and everyone who attends the Little Laurel Baptist Church.

There used to be a house in my grandmas field where my grandpa and his family lived. One night the house burned down and unfortunately my grandpa’s sister hid under a wash tub in the kitchen and burned to death. There is a single pine tree that grows in this field and if that house were still standing it would be in the front yard. My grandpa’s sister loved to sit in the shade of this tree and play. This tree is where I saw her.

One night I was on my way up to my grandmas house (her house is above this tree) and I saw a girl with long dark hair and a white gown on (looked like a night gown) and she walked out in the middle of the road and raised her hand as if trying to get me to stop, so I did. I rolled down the window and as she walked to the window I noticed that she was kind of translucent (which really freaked me out); when she got to the window I asked if I could help her (knowing already something was really odd), she didn’t say anything, but she did point to where that house would be setting and then she vanished (I know this all sounds kinda of cheesy, but it DID happen). I hit the gas and flew on up the hill to my grandmas. When I got there I told everyone what I saw and my grandma just shook her head and said honey she is always flagging people down.

Dry Bridge Farm

Dry Bridge Farm
Burned Farm House / Stock Photo

This house was built in the 1700’s by a man by the last name of Fairfax. I have all the data on it. I had heard when I was a child that my mother (who later died in the house) had seen apparitions. I know when I grew up there I felt “something”. Even after growing up and moving away, something always drew me back there to this place.

Every time I would come back to the Charles Town area I would always go to this old childhood farm, and the doors would always be locked. On one occasion several years ago I went there and to my amazement the door was unlocked. I felt a sense when I walked through the door of almost “being back home” and it was where I was supposed to be. It was great going back to my old home-place and actually going inside the house, which I had not done for many years.

I strolled through the entire house for several hours, but I had the continual feeling like “I wasn’t alone” I finally left and on walking up through the yard to my car, I just felt like if I turned around I would have seen someone at one of the windows looking out. I turned and looked but saw nothing.

Several weeks later I had the occasion to take my son (who was around 9 or 10 at the time) to the farmhouse. I wanted him to see where I had spent my childhood. As soon as we walked down to the house, the first thing I noticed was that the 4 wooden steps that led into the house, had been literally destroyed! They looked like someone had actually took a sledgehammer to them.

Upon going closer and looking onto the porch (where the steps led up to) I noticed that the one window which faced the dining/living-room area was completely busted out. It looked to me like it had been busted from the inside out. It was really strange. I climbed up onto the porch though and helped my son up. We entered the house and immediately I felt like “something definitely wasn’t right.” I continued on with my son behind me (at first I didn’t tell him I felt anything) through the kitchen area and turned and went into the dining/living-room area. I felt at that time like “something” wanted to do me harm. I felt extreme fear. The kind that crawls up your spine and makes the hair stand up.

I told my son to immediately leave the same way we had come in and to not ask any questions but to leave. After we had left and we started up through the yard towards our car, I turned and I had the strangest feeling that “something or someone” wanted me. Almost like this “something or someone” wanted my soul or something. Like almost my soul was destined to live there forever. I felt very uneasy, but at the same time extreme relief that I was out of that house. I kind of felt like the “spirits” which I always believed were in the house since I lived there as a child were somehow “angry” that I was there, but at the same time, “they wanted me”. I think they could have been very angry the 1st time I was there because of the broken steps and the broken window.

Ironically, just a few weeks later, the house burned to the ground. Authorities say it was arson, but I’m not so sure. Even as a child I knew something wasn’t completely “right” in the house. You would hear alot of noises in the house, footsteps on the stairs, shadows, etc. I believe this was a very active house. Even now when I still go back there to where the house stood, you still feel like “something is there.”

This would definitely be a worthwhile investigation. I took pictures the first time I was there and there is a very bright glow coming from an upstairs bedroom window that I definitely couldn’t explain. And it looks like a lady walking from the front porch of the house.

Lavina the Little Ghost Girl

Lavina the Little Ghost Girl
Painting of Lavine / William Grimes

This building is now the William L. Grimes D.D.S. Inc. dental office. Formerly it was a duplex house, and was usually used for rental occupancy. It was built at the turn of the last century. We know of one of the presences which has been experienced by many people over the space of many years.

A young girl about 11 to 13 years old, Lavina. She died in 1925, or thereabouts as we found out through a relative of Lavina’s who is herself now deceased, a Mrs. Andre. Lavina was the middle child of three girls who lived with her parents in Lawrence County, Ohio. The father was alcoholic and abusive. The older sister and mother worked as waitresses, and Lavina took care of the smallest child, an infant. The mother planned to leave the father when the nest egg she was secretly building was large enough.

A house fire changed all that. The infant died in the fire, and the mother moved to this address with her two remaining daughters. No mention was made of the father from this point by Mrs. Andre, the teller of the tale. Lavina grieved for her baby sister and never recovered from the loss. In the midst of the winter of the same year she became ill with appendicitis and died in the room at the top of the north side stairwell.

She has been sighted around that room ever since. Even my dog was frightened by her on one occasion and ran from the office after backing down the stairs with hackels raised and teeth showing. We think the presence is Lavina because of the location and the fact that if you hang around there very long you will get the feeling that a little girl with long, black straggly hair and big dark brown eyes is standing there looking at you with an aura of sadness you can almost touch, it is so heavy. When I asked Mrs. Andre to describe Lavina she said, “oh she was the saddest little thing I have ever seen, lying there in so much pain and still crying for her sister. She had the biggest dark eyes you ever saw, with big dark circles around them, hair, black and matted from her suffering, and a frail little body wasting away from the fever. I saw her just a day or two before she died up there in that great big bed where they all used to sleep until she became so ill.”

Girls Will Be Girls

Girls Will Be Girls
Old Recording Studio / Stock Photo

I am a 26 year old singer songwriter. This story has been heard only by my friends, all male and one female let’s call her Mary, only Mary did not hear the story, she lived it along with me.

I arrived in Bluefield in October of 1998 after answering an ad on a web site. A studio in Bluefield was interested in some of my songs. I am a starving musician and was not going to let an opportunity like this get away. I met the producer and we quickly became friends. Over a couple of days we worked on the music and he would tell me about hauntings, ghosts stories and about the famous Moth Man. It was all very amusing to me but not at all new; you see I am sort of a paranormal magnet. I don’t believe in ghosts, I think and believe ghosts are demons masquerading as ghosts. Anyway I was staying in the studio to save money and every night I would hear footsteps and loud banging. I would hear tiny little taps that resembled Morse code and feel cold gusts of wind, the studio would be dark and I mean dark. The only light I would get was from the blinking lights of the recording components. I would regularly feel someone or something touch me and most of the time caressing me all of this made me feel very uneasy. I am of Latin decent and consider myself “MACHO” but between us, I was scared. I didn’t want to stay there alone so I asked my producer to stay with me and he occasionally would, until he couldn’t take it any more and forked up some money so I could stay in a hotel and wouldn’t you know it the hotel was haunted as well, but that is another story.

It was the 31st of October, Halloween and my producer brought over a Ouija board and we played with it along with other friends but it just seemed to respond to me. The entity told me it was a ghost by the name of Amanda it said it lived in the studio and told me she was very fond of my singing and asked me to sing a song for her. So I picked up my guitar and sang a song I had been writing and as soon as I finished the song, the television in the waiting area where we were, turned on by itself, full blast and we could not turn down the volume or turn it off we had to disconnect it from the back. Our two friends that were with us at the time decided that was too much excitement for them and left. My producer and I kept playing with the board. The entity” Amanda” asked me to stay the night and promised it would not bother me, I agreed and stayed there she didn’t bother me but I would often feel as if she would caress all of my body and often heard beautiful humming. I often communicated with her through the Ouija board, it was as if I was addicted to that thing. I was having trouble finishing my recordings, all I could think of was Amanda. In some of the recordings you can hear unexplained sounds. I insisted we leave the recordings alone Amanda’s sounds and all and so we did.

One night I went out drinking with my producer and I met Mary. She was very interested in me and she ended up coming back to the studio with me. She didn’t like it much she said she would feel almost like a choking feeling every time she went inside, when we would be asleep Amanda would pull the covers away from us, when she would take a shower Amanda would turn up the hot water. She would get objects thrown at her while she was sleeping. Mary was scared but she stayed with me for the last week that I was there. I did not tell her about Amanda until the last day. I told her a few things that I had talked with Amanda about “via the Ouija board”, personal things like her age, how she died and stuff like that. Mary started crying and I asked her why? She said that her best friend’s name was Amanda but she had been dead for 3 years and every thing I had told her about Amanda was similar to her friend’s personal information. I was freaked out!! But I still don’t believe in ghosts like I said I believe they are demons masquerading as ghosts.

I still talk to Mary and she is still freaked out about the whole thing. However, she says she was happy to be close to Amanda one more time even if it was under those conditions. Mary still believes it was Amanda’s spirit we encountered. I still feel kind of creeped out about the whole thing but she jokes about it and says it was as if Amanda was still alive. She said they would always fight over guys and they were just fighting over me. Just like the good old days.

A Death Angel

A Death Angel
Williamson Memorial Hospital / WMH

The story didn’t happen to me but to my father who used to do security up at Williamson Memorial Hospital. He, for some odd reason got to know when the death angel was around. He would know when this angel would be around, because he could feel a cold presence up where he was standing.

This story in particular happened to an older lady, I don’t know her name but she was in the intensive care unit. Dad was on the third floor when he heard her calling from her hospital bed. Being a nice guy and doing his job, my daddy went to check things out. The old lady as my dad recalls kept asking dad to remove the man standing at the foot of her hospital bed and saying these words “IT WASN’T HER TIME TO GO.” Dad believed that the old woman knew the presence, that what she was seeing in the room was the death angel. Dad said he would try his best to help her in anyway possible and she asked him not leave her and stay in her room until the man left. So being a nice man and all my dad stayed in the room until she said that he had went away. After about ten minutes my dad left the room… dad told me after the ten minutes that he had been gone that he was just standing right around the corner from the room in the hall way when he felt the cold presence. About that time dad said he heard her heart monitor go off and that she passed away before the nurse and doctors could assist her. The nurse and staff tried their hardest but it was too late. The death angel as my dad recalls had taken another.

I do believe this story that my dad has told me. It very much is true because my dad is not a type a guy to lie about something like this and this is only one out of a lifetime of experiences. I just felt like this was one of the scariest but then again I don’t know because my dad has seen and heard and so have I. There are many other different kinds of ghosts. Each with their own story, some unexplained and most not even scary. But we never really talk much about them to other people cause we don’t want them to think we are crazy. I don’t care if you believe this or not. It comes from my daddy and I know for a fact that his stories and mine are and will always be true and passed on throughout our family.

The Top

The Top
UFO / Stock Photo

My Grandmother lived in a somewhat rural area of Barbour County known as Stringtown. My father, aunts, and uncles also were raised in this house. My Grandmother told a story of a “top” that would spin across the sky over the house. It appeared around midnight when she saw it. It was a reddish color, though it flashed lights of all colors. My father, uncles and oldest aunt had all also seen “The Top”, as it came to be called by the family. Some of them had seen it by themselves, others in pairs/groups. It usually appeared close to midnight.

One night I was staying over. My younger aunt, brother, and I were all sitting outside around midnight. Over the hill, making a faint hum, came a large, flying object. It was shaped like a top, red, flashing colors, and it was spinning. It flew rather high, and eventually disappeared out of sight. We had not fully heard the stories of the other family members until we told them what we had seen. That is when they each gave a full story of having saw it themselves.

All of my Grandmother’s bloodline have seen this “top,” except one. She is still very young. I keep waiting for her to see it too.

Burned Souls

Burned Souls
Watching Television / Stock Photo

Story has it that about 20 years ago, a woman and her two children had a house down below where my double-wide is now. The kids were playing with matches and caught the house on fire while their mother was asleep. They burned to death. Well, one night during Christmas break my friend Rebbecca spent the night with me. We were watching TV and we heard someone laughing. It sounded like children laughing.

Well, I told Becky about the story and she really freaked out. We decided to have a midnight snack. As we walked into the kitchen we saw a woman rocking in a rocking chair. (We didn’t have one). So that’s what got us really scared. We ran into my pop paws room, he said we were seeing things. We tried to sleep but the laughing kept us up.

The next morning we got up, the rocking chair was not there. We went outside to ride the 4-wheeler. And there laid a ball beside my window.

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