This story was told to me one night, I didn’t believe it until I saw it. The town of Rowlesburg was created during the Civil War. It was a great valley along the river that was created by the railroad. The mountains around it created a great place for the soldiers to hide. This story starts in the 1800’s, I was never told the date.

A young couple was placed in an arranged marriage, the husband could not be happier. A young bride who was vary beautiful, a great job and any thing a man could want. The wife though was vary unhappy, she did not love this man. The man she loved was a blacksmith but the blacksmith and her dad did not get along, so they had been forbidden to merry.

The night before the wedding the young woman and man were heading to the town where they were going to be married. They had caught a late night train, as the train went through, the woman just kept looking out the window not talking or anything. The man asked what was wrong, she told him. This ensued an argument where the man hit the women. The women ran out of the car they were in and into the place between the two cars. The women then jumped and landed on the ground right before the man caught her arm. She made it and ran, she ran to a house that was next to the train tracks. Pounding on the door she found no one was there but found the door unlocked.

She ran inside and ran up the stairs trying to hide. When she thought she found a spot she just stayed there, she calmed down. Hearing nothing, she stood up and walked out into the hall. Then she heard footsteps. They came closer, and then silence. She just stood there being able to see nothing in the dark. She decided to find a light switch as she felt around the wall she found it. When she turned it on there was her fiance head cut off. He was carrying an iron pan from the kitchen, then it came down on her head with a heavy thud.

The next morning the two bodies were found. She was found in the house, her head was smashed with a heavy object. Her fiance was found by the train tracks, it looked like he had jumped from the train and got stuck under the rails.

Now every foggy night around the anniversary of their deaths you can hear a train that comes down the tracks. As the train comes to the bend where they jumped you can see the ghostly figure of a young women jumping off the ghost train followed by a man. The women stands up and runs across the street and into the house. You never see the figure of the man stand back up.

If you stand there long enough some say you can hear the agonizing cry of the man as he’s carried under the train.

The next part is in the house, the young woman’s sprit has seemed to never die. She still roams the halls of the old house, her favorite spot is the room where she had hid. They say she stays in the room just setting on the bed, crying.

I never believed it until I spent the night there. The young girls that I was staying with had gotten the key to the room (they kept the room locked, I never figured out why).

We were playing truth or dare when I took a dare. I had to go into the room and stay in there for five minuets. I took it and went in.

The room had been dressed all in red. I went over to the bed and set down, then I heard it. The crying, it grew louder and louder. Until I knew someone was behind me. I turned around and saw her. She was staring at me.

The ghostly female then screamed at me, “LOOK WHAT HE DID TO MY FACE, I JUST WANT TO GO HOME!”

Then she was gone. Scared to death I ran to the door trying to get out. The girls then let me out and laughed at me, except for one whom saw it one time before. I explained what I had seen and she backed my stories. I have never been back in that room and plan to never go back.

Melanie worked for a mental health agency. Many times she had to work the eleven to seven shift. This was the first Thursday in November 2001. We took Austin to the baby sitters and came back home. I made her some beef stew to take with her. I also came over to her place about 9pm and helped her vacuum. Then she left at 10pm.

The next morning she came over to my place with some donuts and juice. She, Austin, Alley, Destiny, their father, and I had breakfast about 9am. There was a knock at the door of my apartment. It was our apartment manager. She called Melanie over to the office and proceeded to write her up for the party she had at her apartment the night before. Melanie stupidly signed it and did not plead her case. I assume she was mad and tired. I read the charges against her and went to Melanie’s neighbor who complained to her. I told BJ (the neighbor) that Melanie was at work when all this took place. BJ walked over to the manager’s office with me. We spoke to the manager and she dropped the charges. This was not the first time this had happened to this apartment, but it was the first time in about 10yrs.

Later that evening we let BJ in on all the weird happenings of the apartment. She thought we were crazy. For some reason we got on the subject of clothes. Melanie had some outfits that she thought BJ would like. The three of us went up to Melanie’s bedroom. Right in front of her closet something scared us. We aren’t sure we saw something we just know that 3 women all weighing close to 200lbs came down those apartment unit steps about 90MPH. We went outside and looked up and it looked like something was moving her blinds. We had proof at that time we were not crazy. Melanie and Austin started sleeping on the couch that night.

My friend Melanie and I went out driving one day in Lewisburg, West Virginia. We went by the Confederate Cemetery. It was in September 2001 and for some reasons unknown to me, there were Confederate Flags aligning the the big cross, which is a mass grave of about 95 Confederate Soldiers.

Melanie being the typical rebel gal decided to steal one of those flags (A Really bad idea!). When she got back in her car I went off on her and made her take it back. It gave me the creeps disturbing anything in a grave yard. We returned back to our home in an apartment complex in White Sulphur Springs. That was the day Melanie awoke something at our complex.

Our complex sits on a Battle Field of the Civil war. Melanie was in apartment 16 and I was down the side walk 8 dwellings away.

It was about 10pm that night when I heard the blood curdling screams and saw the naked wet Melanie running down the side walk. She had been in the tub and something started scratching her. She had blood red marks all over her legs arms and back. She had to finish her shower at my apartment. I being the brave one went to get her some clothes and I saw the bath water still there with her blood in it. The room had a nasty smell in it like old hamburger. It was awfully cold and the outdoors it was still steamy due to the fact we were having an Indian Summer.

Over the next 4 months many things happened. Her bathroom commode would flush on it’s own. Things moved and reappeared. Things were never the same after that.

It was a couple of months ago, my friend Sarah and I were exploring a grave yard near Sarah’s house. We looked around and saw only graves. Then my friend looked at a cross-shaped grave and saw an old lady. She then told me that there was an old lady and to keep are voices down. I looked and saw no lady. We argued for a couple of seconds and Sarah said the lady was still standing there.

We looked at each other then looked at the grave. There was no one there, my friend then said how could it be, she was there a second ago? We looked at the grave and ran up to it. It read Jane on it. We screamed and ran back to Sarah’s house and didn’t go there anymore.

It was October 31, 2001; Alley my 4yr old was dressed as a cat. Destiny Rose, my 2yr old was dressed as a pink Devil, or Debil as she said. Austin, Melanie’s 3yr old boy was Scooby Doo. That night all three kids got enough candy for an Army.

I took the girls stash and froze some. Put some away for birthday parties. And, of course I let them devour some, as I did too. Melanie being a chocolate connoisseur from way back, did even better than I did. She divided the chocolate and the other junk. When going for a Snickers mini, she didn’t want to be bothered with a Bottle Cap sour or a Pixie Stick.

The next day me and my girls came by and Melanie was in a panic. The chocolate was gone. The jack-o-lantern was empty. Well I figured Melanie was lying. I felt that way until that weekend when she and I made four-dozen no-bake cookies. We put them in an ice cream bucket to store them. We went to Hardee’s with all 3 kids for about an hour came back and the bucket was on the counter were we left it. It was completely empty. I apologized to Melanie that night.

My aunt used to live in a house in Elkins, West Virginia. She has three sons, the oldest son is 10, the youngest two are a set of 8 year old twins. Well one night my aunt was laying in bed and all of the sudden she heard a young boy yell “mom!”. Thinking it was one of her sons she got up went checked both bedrooms and found all three of her sons were fast asleep.

A couple minutes later she heard footsteps running in the hallway. She thought it was her cat, but no cat could make such big loud footsteps. It sounded like a person a little person running through her house! A couple nights later she was in bed and saw a blue light about 12 inches long it just hovered there.

Another occurrence happened, I think this is the last one. My aunt was in the hallway and she saw the shadow of a man, he was about 5 feet tall and the shadow just stood there. Well it could not have been her husband because he was at work, and her sons were all at school, she was all alone in the house that day until about 3:30pm.

So is her house or not? You tell me!

About a year after my parent’s got divorced my dad Thomas Bolinger ll “Tom Bolinger” was renting a house near the town bank. One night my mom had my sister and me staying there for the weekend. The last night we were staying there something very disturbing happened.

The only people in the house were my sister, Dad, and me. My dad was already asleep and it was about 1:00 A.M. when my sister and I heard a loud noise from upstairs. It sounded like something slamming against the closet upstairs but there was nothing up there, my dad had just moved in.

As soon as we heard the noise we went quiet. We started hearing a noise like something coming down the stairs so we just sat still so whatever it was wouldn’t see us. When the noise stopped at the foot of the stairs I saw a white figure quickly appear and disappear.

We think it might have something to do with the buried cellar under the house. It had a covering over the old entrance in the kitchen floor. I dare not go back near that house ever again.

If you’ve ever been to the Hilltop House Hotel in Harpers Ferry you probably thought it was haunted. If you ever worked at the Hilltop House, you knew it was haunted. There were stories from employees and guests. We even had strange things show up on the surveillance video.

I worked on the desk, as the night auditor several years ago and then the desk manager more recently. So I had the opportunity to work the 11pm-7am shifts when need be. I didn’t mind. There was plenty of time to get things done. One night I was working 11-7 to cover for someone. I had a lot of paper work to do that night and thought I’d have some peace. About 2:00am, I heard a sound in the large dining room like chairs being thrown across the room. I went in and looked around and nothing was disturbed. Therefore, I went back to my work. About 45 min later, I heard the sound again. Again I looked. Again, nothing was disturbed. This time though I took my camera that I always took in with me when I worked over night. I took some shots and got a couple of orbs.

Over the next hour, I heard what sounded like chairs scraping on the floor off and on. The floors are wood in that room and it was set up with multiple large tables of eight. No chairs were pulled out from any tables in the room. At about 4:30 am I went into the waitress pantry, which opens into the large dining room to make coffee. I had just ground the coffee beans and turned to put the coffee on and standing in the doorway to the pantry was a man. He was about 5’9″ tall, red wavy shoulder length hair, red full beard, mustache, full face,(nice looking face) blue/gray eyes, stocky but not fat, gray tunic like jacket with shiny brass buttons, gray pants with rough looking fabric, black boots. He looked at me, I looked at him for several seconds, and then he disappeared. I can still see his face as plan as day and would know it if I were to ever see it again.

My Grandpa Thomas A Bolinger Sr. was in the army in the sixty’s but eventually came down with and died from pneumonia when my dad was about nine years old. Since he died there have been several supernatural accounts with him.

In 1975 my mom Wanda Vandyke was laying on our couch at home by herself and she felt a breathing sensation on her shoulder. When my dad returned home later from work she told him of what had happened. His only response was that it was probably his dad.

Many years later in 1997 my sister Sheena was asleep on the couch at my grandmother’s house and woke up to knocking on the sliding door late at night. When she went to see who was there she saw our grandfather “Skip” standing at the door.

Then later that same year I had my experience with him. While my dad and I were going into town I looked over on the hill were my grandpa was buried and I saw him standing over his grave just staring into my eyes as if he knew what I was thinking.

Almost everyone I meet believes this because I’m not the kind of person to lie about these kinds of things.