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Stalked By Wild Animal

Stalked By Wild Animal
Tree across the Creek / Stock Photo

This story is a vivid recollection from my childhood, growing up in rural Pocahontas County. The encounter took place about 12 miles north of Neola, in the southern end of the county.

It was late spring or early summer of 1979, my mother, two brothers, and I were returning home late one evening when our truck died. It had lost a fan belt and overheated. We decided to abandon the vehicle for the evening and walk the rest of the way home. We had walked about half a mile when something let out a blood curdling scream less than a hundred feet away. My older brother Shawn had a D-cell flashlight and pointed it in the direction of the hair-raising sound. The flashlight shone only on dense brush and woods. The flashlight beam was only good for about thirty feet. The animal would always remain just out of the range of the light beam. We never saw it, but it was well aware of us and our position at all times.

We continued walking towards home, with this creature letting out a blood curdling scream at least every 90 seconds or so. It was systematically circling our position, so as to confuse us into thinking we were totally surrounded by numerous animals. I still believe it was only one.

At that time there was a huge fallen white pine across Anthony’s creek right beside the road. The animal demonstrated familiarity with the area by running across this tree to get to the other side. I heard the tree branches slap the creek water with force when it ran across.

We crossed the low water concrete bridge with the tin cabin to our right, and the old iron ore pile to our left. The creature had positioned itself, just out of sight, on top of the ore pile and let out one last roar as we walked past. My brother Shawn pointed the light in the direction of the noise. I noticed at that time he was shaking like Don Knotts. We saw nothing. The dogs at home began to bark. I thought if I can hear them then I know they can hear me…so I called for them as loud as I could. The dogs came running to us.

My mother claimed she heard the creature run up the hollow with the cinder block cabin. It is easy to assume that this was a Mountain Lion, Puma, or Cougar. We never saw it and only heard it scream multiple times.

Seneca Caverns Ghosts

Seneca Caverns Ghosts
Seneca Caverns / Stock Photo

On occasion, the staff at Seneca Caverns goes through the cavern between tours to sweep the steps free of the gravel and pick up trash that tourists sometimes leave behind. On many occasions while sweeping the steps, particularly while sweeping the set of stairs directly above the area known as the “Devil’s Kitchen”, I experienced the sensation of someone standing directly behind me on the stairs. However, when I turned around, no one was there. This happened numerous times, and was not the only thing that happened in this part of the cave.

History of the cavern reveals that the area known as “The Council Room” is where the Seneca Tribe was thought to hold rituals and holy council. This room is directly ahead of the “Devil’s Kitchen”, and the aforementioned staircase leads directly into it. Once while sweeping the stairs, and twice while leading a tour through the caverns, I noticed tiny “will o’wisp” like lights about the size of baseballs floating about two or three inches from the ground. They moved fast and erratically, but finally zipped into the cavern wall and disappeared. Once a tourist noticed the lights as well, so I am not as crazy as I thought I was.

The “ghost tour” is probably the most prevalent of all the manifestations in the cavern. Those of us that work there are always fooled by this phenomenon. It is possible that this is an echo from another part of the cavern, but it has happened on very slow days when no tours are in the cave at all and the staff is doing maintenance within it.

The “ghost tour” is, essentially, what sounds like a tour coming upon you as you are in part of the cavern. I remember one specific instance I was in the caverns with another staff member covering a water drainage line. We were in the area near what is called “Mirror Lake” when we heard people behind us talking.

Assuming it was a tour coming, we held off the shoveling (which was loud, and would have interrupted the guide). We waited and waited, as the sounds of the group got closer to us. We expected at any moment to see a tour group come out of the “Mirror Lake” tunnel. However, eventually the sounds ceased, and no one appeared. Scared, we quickly reburied the line and surfaced.

Many tour guides have had the “ghost tour” experience. I have no idea what it could be, but it is very creepy. Other guides had seen the “ghost lights” in the “Council Room” a few times. None of us liked to go through the cavern alone. After a while, it became routine for a staff member to follow a tour through the cavern and clean up behind them, rather than be stuck in the cavern with whatever is lurking within it.

Red Eyes

Red Eyes
Red Eyes in the Dark / Stock Photo

Every Christmas my mom lets me throw a Christmas party. Most of the time it’s just me and 4 of my best friends having a sleepover and doing what ever comes to mind. This particular year we were making hot coco then going outside to play in the snow. After we were finished we headed back inside. Later that night after my mom had gone to bed we watched movies.

All of a sudden it came to me that we had forgot our hot coco cups outside on my back deck. At this time two of my friends Ashley, Sarah, and Tia were sitting on my couch all the way across the room from where my back door was. I thought that I would probably need some help bringing the cups in so my friend Jill offered to help me. As Jill opened the door she screamed, jumped back, and slammed the door shut. I asked her what was wrong and she replied with “There’s something on your deck!” Being as dumb as I was at the moment I just decided to brush it off as nothing had happened, thinking that it was probably just a deer. I opened the door and walked halfway on the deck. There was a very strange looking object about 5 feet in front of me. It was around 7 feet tall and had large red eyes. It was dark out, somewhere around 2 o’clock in the morning, and all I could see was the outline of its body, it was a human’s body. Not like any human I had ever seen before though. Its eyes were definitely not like any human eyes, I have never seen anyone with BIG red eyes before. I screamed and ran inside.

I shut my glass door behind me and you could hear it click when the door locked. About 2 seconds after the door locked we heard something slam against the door. I seriously thought that the glass would break right on top of my head. Ashley, Sarah, and Tia were still all the way across the room, and when they heard it, they jumped up and screamed too. We all ran into my bathroom and locked the door, having skylights in every room in my house we were afraid something would have came through the roof. So we ran inside the bathroom closet and stayed there for the rest of the night.

To this day no one ever has believed me nor any of my friends and we’re still wondering what we saw that night (or what saw us.)

Screaming Jenny Of Duffields

Screaming Jenny Of Duffields
CSX Train / Stock Photo

I live in the eastern panhandle of West Virginia. In an area of Jefferson County called Duffields there is an old dilapidated house along the Duffields Railroad tracks.

It was at this location that many many years ago a young girl named Jenny was running near the railroad tracks. She had just gotten word that her brand new husband had just been killed and as she ran screaming down the railroad tracks, she didn’t see or hear the train coming and it ran over her and killed her.

When I was about 16, my 2 sisters and 1 of my girlfriends decided one Sunday afternoon to go to the old house and look at the area where Jenny was said to be seen and heard screaming and running in front of the house by the tracks.

There was a no trespassing sign on the fence in front of the old place, but that didn’t stop us. One by one, we all climbed the fence and made our way up to the house. The house was still pretty much intact, but from years of neglect had become a slow ruin.

We looked into the windows and saw litter strewn about the floor. We decided to split up and investigate the grounds. After about 10 minutes, 3 of us ended up together when we heard this god awful screaming coming from the front of the house. We assumed it was my missing sister, but as we got close to the front of the of the house, we didn’t see her anywhere.

I looked just over the fence where the car was and there she was in the car waving at us to come on!! When the 3 of us got back over the fence we asked her why she was screaming and she said she wasn’t. She said that as soon as we split up, she went back to the car. She was very nervous and was in a hurry to get out of there. Needless to say, we were anxious then to go also. We never went back there. And that was 20 years ago!!

Mothman

Mothman
Mothman / AI Generated

“Mothman” is perhaps one of the strangest creatures to ever grace the annals of weirdness in West Virginia, or even in all of America for that matter. Even though this mysterious and unsolved case has nothing to do with ghosts… it would be remiss of me not to include it in a section about the unexplained in West Virginia.

The weird events connected to the Mothman began on November 12, 1966 near Clendenin, West Virginia. Five men were in the local cemetery that day, preparing a grave for a burial, when something that looked like a “brown human being” lifted off from some nearby trees and flew over their heads. The men were baffled. It did not appear to be a bird, but more like a man with wings. A few days later, more sightings would take place, electrifying the entire region.

Late in the evening of November 15, two young married couples had a very strange encounter as they drove past an abandoned TNT plant near Point Pleasant, West Virginia. The couples spotted two large eyes that were attached to something that was “shaped like a man, but bigger, maybe six or seven feet tall. And it had big wings folded against its back”. When the creature moved toward the plant door, the couples panicked and sped away. Moments later, they saw the same creature on a hillside near the road. It spread its wings and rose into the air, following with their car, which by now was traveling at over 100 miles per hour. “That bird kept right up with us,” said one of the group. They told Deputy Sheriff Millard Halstead that it followed them down Highway 62 and right to the Point Pleasant city limits. And they would not be the only ones to report the creature that night. Another group of four witnesses claimed to see the “bird” three different times!

Another sighting had more bizarre results. At about 10:30 on that same evening, Newell Partridge, a local building contractor who lived in Salem (about 90 miles from Point Pleasant), was watching television when the screen suddenly went dark. He stated that a weird pattern filled the screen and then he heard a loud, whining sounds from outside that raised in pitch and then ceased. “It sounded like a generator winding up” he later stated. Partridge’s dog, Bandit, began to howl out on the front porch and Newell went out to see what was going on.

When he walked outside, he saw Bandit facing the hay barn, about 150 yards from the house. Puzzled, Partridge turned a flashlight in that direction and spotted two red circles that looked like eyes or “bicycle reflectors”. They moving red orbs were certainly not animal’s eyes, he believed, and the sight of them frightened him. Bandit, an experienced hunting dog and protective of his territory, shot off across the yard in pursuit of the glowing eyes. Partridge called for him to stop, but the animal paid no attention. His owner turned and went back into the house for his gun, but then was too scared to go back outside again. He slept that night with his gun propped up next to the bed. The next morning, he realized that Bandit had disappeared. The dog had still not shown up two days later when Partridge read in the newspaper about the sightings in Point Pleasant that night.

One statement that he read in the newspaper chilled him to the bone. Roger Scarberry, one member of the group who spotted the strange “bird” at the TNT plant, said that as they entered the city limits of Point Pleasant, they saw the body of a large dog lying on the side of the road. A few minutes later, on the way back out of town, the dog was gone. They even stopped to look for the body, knowing they had passed it just a few minutes before. Newell Partridge immediately thought of Bandit, who was never seen again.

On November 16, a press conference was held in the county courthouse and the couples from the TNT plant sighting repeated their story. Deputy Halstead, who had known the couples all of their lives, took them very seriously. “They’ve never been in any trouble,” he told investigators and had no reason to doubt their stories. Many of the reporters who were present for the weird recounting felt the same way. The news of the strange sightings spread around the world. The press dubbed the odd flying creature “Mothman”, after a character from the popular Batman television series of the day.

The remote and abandoned TNT plant became the lair of the Mothman in the months ahead and it could not have picked a better place to hide in. The area was made up of several hundred acres of woods and large concrete domes where high explosives were stored during World War II. A network of tunnels honeycombed the area and made it possible for the creature to move about without being seen. In addition to the manmade labyrinth, the area was also comprised of the McClintic Wildlife Station, a heavily forested animal preserve filled with woods, artificial ponds and steep ridges and hills. Much of the property was almost inaccessible and without a doubt, Mothman could have hid for weeks or months and remained totally unseen. The only people who ever wandered there were hunters and fishermen and the local teenagers, who used the rutted dirt roads of the preserve as “lover’s lanes”.

Very few homes could be found in the region, but one dwelling belonged to the Ralph Thomas family. One November 16, they spotted a “funny red light” in the sky that moved and hovered above the TNT plant. “It wasn’t an airplane”, Mrs. Marcella Bennett (a friend of the Thomas family) said, “but we couldn’t figure out what it was.” Mrs. Bennett drove to the Thomas house a few minutes later and got out of the car with her baby. Suddenly, a figure stirred near the automobile. “It seemed as though it had been lying down,” she later recalled. “It rose up slowly from the ground. A big gray thing. Bigger than a man with terrible glowing eyes.”

Mrs. Bennett was so horrified that she dropped her little girl! She quickly recovered, picked up her child and ran to the house. The family locked everyone inside but hysteria gripped them as the creature shuffled onto the porch and peered into the windows. The police were summoned, but the Mothman had vanished by the time the authorities had arrived.

Mrs. Bennett would not recover from the incident for months and was in fact so distraught that she sought medical attention to deal with her anxieties. She was tormented by frightening dreams and later told investigators that she believed the creature had visited her own home too. She said that she could often hear a keening sounds (like a woman screaming) near her isolated home on the edge of Point Pleasant.

Many would come to believe that the sightings of Mothman, as well as UFO sightings and encounters with “men in black” in the area, were all related. For nearly a year, strange happenings continued in the area. Researchers, investigators and “monster hunters” descended on the area but none so famous as author John Keel, who has written extensively about Mothman and other unexplained anomalies. He has written for many years about UFO’s but dismisses the standard “extraterrestrial” theories of the mainstream UFO movement. For this reason, he has been a controversial figure for decades. According to Keel, man has had a long history of interaction with the supernatural. He believes that the intervention of mysterious strangers in the lives of historic personages like Thomas Jefferson and Malcolm X provides evidence of the continuing presence of the “gods of old”. The manifestation of these elder gods comes in the form of UFO’s and aliens, monsters, demons, angels and even ghosts. He has remained a colorful character to many and yet remains respected in the field for his research and fascinating writings.

Keel became the major chronicler of the Mothman case and wrote that at least 100 people personally witnessed the creature between November 1966 and November 1967. According to their reports, the creature stood between five and seven feet tall, was wider than a man and shuffled on human-like legs. Its eyes were set near the top of the shoulders and had bat-like wings that glided, rather than flapped, when it flew. Strangely though, it was able to ascend straight up “like a helicopter”. Witnesses also described its murky skin as being either gray or brown and it emitted a humming sound when it flew. The Mothman was apparently incapable of speech and gave off a screeching sound. Mrs. Bennett stated that it sounded like a “woman screaming”.

John Keel arrived in Point Pleasant in December 1966 and immediately began collecting reports of Mothman sightings and even UFO reports from before the creature was seen. He also compiled evidence that suggested a problem with televisions and phones that began in the fall of 1966. Lights had been seen in the skies, particularly around the TNT plant, and cars that passed along the nearby road sometimes stalled without explanation. He and his fellow researchers also uncovered a number of short-lived poltergeist cases in the Ohio Valley area. Locked doors opened and closed by themselves, strange thumps were heard inside and outside of homes and often, inexplicable voices were heard. The James Lilley family, who lived just south of the TNT plant, were so bothered by the bizarre events that they finally sold their home and moved to another neighborhood. Keel was convinced that the intense period of activity was all connected.

And stranger things still took place….. A reporter named Mary Hyre, who was the Point Pleasant correspondent for the Athens, Ohio newspaper the Messenger, also wrote extensively about the local sightings. In fact, after one very active weekend, she was deluged with over 500 phone calls from people who saw strange lights in the skies. One night in January 1967, she was working late in her office in the county courthouse and a man walked in the door. He was very short and had strange eyes that were covered with thick glasses. He also had long, black hair that was cut squarely “like a bowl haircut”. Hyre said that he spoke in a low, halting voice and he asked for directions to Welsh, West Virginia. She thought that he had some sort of speech impediment and for some reason, he terrified her. “He kept getting closer and closer to me, ” she said, ” and his funny eyes were staring at me almost hypnotically.”

Alarmed, she summoned the newspaper’s circulation manager to her office and together, they spoke to the strange little man. She said that at one point in the discussion, she answered the telephone when it rang and she noticed the little man pick up a pen from her desk. He looked at it in amazement, “as if he had never seen a pen before.” Then, he grabbed the pen, laughed loudly and ran out of the building.

Several weeks later, Hyre was crossing the street near her office and saw the same man on the street. He appeared to be startled when he realized that she was watching him, turned away quickly and ran for a large black car that suddenly came around the corner. The little man climbed in and it quickly drove away.

By this time, most of the sightings had come to an end and Mothman had faded away into the strange “twilight zone” from which he had come… but the story of Point Pleasant had not yet ended. At around 5:00 in the evening on December 5, 1967, the 700-foot bridge linking Point Pleasant to Ohio suddenly collapsed while filled with rush hour traffic. Dozens of vehicles plunged into the dark waters of the Ohio River and 46 people were killed. Two of those were never found and the other 44 are buried together in the town cemetery of Gallipolis, Ohio.

On that same tragic night, the James Lilley family (who still lived near the TNT plant at that time) counted more than 12 eerie lights that flashed above their home and vanished into the forest.

The collapse of the Silver Bridge made headlines all over the country and Mary Hyre went days without sleep as reporters and television crews from everywhere descended on the town. The local citizens were stunned with horror and disbelief and the tragedy is still being felt today.

During Christmas week, a short, dark-skinned man entered the office of Mary Hyre. He was dressed in a black suit, with a black tie, and she said that he looked vaguely Oriental. He had high cheekbones, narrow eyes and an unidentified accent. He was not interested in the bridge disaster, she said, but wanted to know about local UFO sightings. Hyre was too busy to talk with him and she handed her a file of related press clipping instead. He was not interested in them and insisted on speaking with her. She finally dismissed him from her office.

That same night, an identically described man visited the homes of several witnesses in the area who had reported seeing the lights in the sky. He made all of them very uneasy and uncomfortable and while he claimed to be a reporter from Cambridge, Ohio, he inadvertently admitted that he did not know where Columbus, Ohio was even though the two towns are just a few miles apart.

So who was Mothman and what was behind the strange events in Point Pleasant?

Whatever the creature may have been, it seems clear that Mothman was no hoax. There were simply too many credible witnesses who saw “something”. It was suggested at the time that the creature may have been a sandhill crane, which while they are not native to the area, could have migrated south from Canada. That was one explanation anyway, although it was one that was rejected by Mothman witnesses, who stated that what they saw looked nothing like a crane.

But there could have been a logical explanation for some of the sightings. Even John Keel (who believed the creature was genuine) suspected that a few of the cases involved people who were spooked by recent reports and saw owls flying along deserted roads at night. Even so, Mothman remains hard to easily dismiss. The case is filled with an impressive number of multiple-witness sightings by individuals that were deemed reliable, even by law enforcement officials.

But if Mothman was real… and he truly was some unidentified creature that cannot be explained, what was behind the UFO sightings, the poltergeist reports, the strange lights, sounds, the “men in black” and most horrifying, the collapse of the Silver Bridge?

John Keel believes that Point Pleasant was a “window” area, a place that was marked by long periods of strange sightings, monster reports and the coming and going of unusual persons. He states that it may be wrong to blame the collapse of the bridge on the local UFO sightings, but the intense activity in the area at the time does suggest some sort of connection.

And if such things can happen in West Virginia, then why not elsewhere in the country? Can these “window” areas explain other phantom attackers, mysterious creatures, mad gassers and more that have been reported all over America? Perhaps they can, but to consider this, we have to consider an even more chilling question… where will the next “window” area be? It might be of benefit to study your local sightings and weird events a little more carefully in the future!

Loving Pet Haunts House

Loving Pet Haunts House
Siamese cat / Stock Photo

I’m 41 years old. When I was 6 years old, our parents decided to get cat to have for a pet and companionship.

I have three older sisters, and our whole family loved our cat. Our cat, a female, we named her Gidget and she was a Siamese cat. Gidget was 19 1/2 years old, when she died in 1986. We took Gidget’s death hard, even though she did live a long life. While she was alive, she was well cared for and our cat was quite happy. She was both an indoor/outdoor cat.

Well, I strongly believe in ghosts and paranormal activity. You have to keep an open mind, for anything is possible.

In 1987, I still lived at my parent’s house. My sisters are married and have children of their own. One day in 1988, my niece was visiting her grandparents (my parents). My niece was sitting on the living room floor looking across the room with the look of amazement on her face. I asked her what it was that amazed her. Well, you see, our Siamese cat Gidget, sat in front of a heat register during the winter months. My niece was looking at Gidget’s ghost sitting in front of the register! I saw Gidget’s ghost as well! My niece’s grandfather didn’t believe her, for my Dad doesn’t believe in ghosts or paranormal activity. He’s not at all opened minded in that type of subject matter.

I had my own pleasant haunting experiences with our loving Gidget’s ghost visiting me in my bedroom at our home. When Gidget was alive, we kept our bedroom doors open during the night, so that our cat could come into my room, our parents room, or my sisters room, to take turns sleeping with us. Now, when my sisters grew up, moved out, and gotten married, Gidget became “my cat”. I’m the youngest of 4. For many years, Gidget slept with me in my bed. After Gidget died, I could feel her ghost jump up on my bed, in which to lie down. Our house has a rather long hallway, and when Gidget was alive, you could see her walking down the hallway (light would reflect off of her whiskers). When our cat died, I’d walk down the hallway, and I’d see this “white glow” (kind of low to the floor), and just knew that Gidget’s ghost was walking down the hall.

I don’t live at my parent’s house anymore. Both of my parents are still alive and still living at the same house. I visit my parents, from time to time, and occasionally still see Gidget’s ghost. As I stated earlier, our cat was well cared for and we loved her. She was a great member of our family.

Demon Rum

Demon Rum
Barrels of Rum / Stock Photo

Ellis Sparr, his wife and six children, lived about six miles west of Sweet Springs, Monroe County, West Virginia on what is now known as State Route 3. It was in the 1880’s and Sparr had the reputation of neglecting his family because he was addicted to “Demon Rum.”

Being a rural section, Monroe County had very few liquor joints or bars. After working hard all day, Sparr would ride six miles down to Sweet Springs and drink until closing time. Around midnight, he would then ride six miles home over a dirt road back home. Much of the road was little more than a pathway with large timbers growing on each side.

On this particular night near the end of October, with a faint moon peeping through the clouds, Sparr was on his way home, pretty well intoxicated, riding his trusty mare, “Nell.” As he approached a high bank along the roadside, about three miles west of Sweet Springs near the old Bill Patton place, he saw a large black animal which he thought was the family dog. When Nell approached and was directly along side of the animal, it jumped off the bank onto Nell behind Sparr. He thought he would knock the animal off the mare, but when he tried to swat the creature off, he could feel nothing but air. By this time, old Nell had broken into a sweat and was laboring and panting as if she had five or six hundred pounds of weight on her back. Even though Sparr started out drunk, by the time he got within a half mile of his home he was “stone sober,” and his mare could hardly walk under the load. At this time, the object jumped off onto the road and in a deep bass voice shouted “Good night, Sparr.”

Some say that Sparr never drank another drop as long as he lived and some say he was so shook up that he continued to drink even more.

Demon Creature Spotted Again

Demon Creature Spotted Again
Werewolf in the Woods / Stock Photo

On or about November 23rd the year I cannot remember. My cousin and I were at a deer camp in Webster County on Cranberry ridge, we were well off the main roads probably 5 miles into the mountains where a 4X4 is needed to go to the camp. Well it was unusually warm that day and it happened to rain extremely hard that evening we were getting ready to cook and my father and uncles had forgotten the lard.

My cousin and I decided we would ride his four-wheeler across Tunnel Ridge into Nicholas County, to get the lard and a few other things we had forgotten. It was still raining hard and it was close to dusk. Therefore, we put on our rain suits and headed out. As we approached Gauley River, the rain started to let up and the clouds started to break.

After pushing the two four-wheelers out of a few huge mud holes it had cleared up rather nice out, you could see the moon and it lit up the ground slightly. Well we stopped to remove our rain coats and he was checking to see how much gas we had left. When I took a drink of my Mt. Dew, I turned to ask him if he wanted a drink, I saw what appeared to be a huge wolf standing on its hind legs behind us on the path. All I could see was a silhouette but the first thing I thought was WEREWOLF (I was only about 16 years old). It had a long snout and long pointy ears and stood at least 6 1/2 feet tall it was all hairy and very intimidating.

I could barely speak I was so terrified but I stammered the words LOOK! He turned and saw it too. We jumped on the four-wheeler and we took off, I was so scared I was afraid to look behind us, I was afraid it would be there chasing us. Let’s just say we were so scared that my cousin forgot to shift from second gear and almost blew up his ATV. We got to our uncle’s house, loaded it up in our aunt’s truck, and made her drive us back to camp that night. Everyone at camp wondered why we did not ride back on the ATV. When we told them, they thought we were making it up. To this day, none believes us.

Lucky Or Not?

Lucky Or Not?
Gilbert, WV / Stock Photo

A friend of mine, we will call him Frank, works at a little inn in our small town of Gilbert, West Virginia. He often works the night shift and does sleep overs, which means he is there form 4:00p.m. to 8:00a.m.

When he first started there and until this day he feels like someone or something is watching him, but when he told me that I dismissed it because everyone gets that feeling when they’re alone especially in a strange place. However, yesterday night he told me that when he was folding cloths that the straw holder in the back room started shaking on the microwave. He said it shook for long enough for him it turn around to notice it and see it happening.

He said it could have been a large truck passing, but the microwave is on a solid platform and the roadway is some 40 yards form the inn. Large trucks pass there all the time, we live in the coalfields so there is probably upwards to hundreds passing a day. With all those truck passing nothing in the front office has shook before or has shook since. I told him that ruled out that as being the cause of the shaking.

Even though he never said anything, I believe other things have happen that he hasn’t said about. He said he was going to ask the other guy that works there if he has seen anything. The reason I think he has had other encounters is that he said when he had accepted that fact something was there it has left him alone until now. the other guy there doesn’t pay any attention to it, again he didn’t come out and say it, but I think because the other guy doesn’t come out and acknowledge its existence it bothers his in some form.

The reason I call it “lucky” is because he owned that inn and he died about eight years ago, that is who we think the ghost is but we don’t know for certain if it is him or not. One more thing, on the sleep overs they sleep in the same bed as he did. That is CREEPY!

Demon Creature

Demon Creature
Demon Wolf Creature / Stock Photo

My brother and my father have seen a creature in the counties to the south of Charleston, which is best described as a “demon creature”. I have never seen it, and I was having trouble believing the stories until I saw a story on The Discovery Channel about a “demon creature” that has been spotted many times in Connecticut. The encounters they depicted on this show matched exactly to what my dad and brother had told me about years ago.

My brother and his fiancée were walking up the mountain behind my grandmother’s house in Yawkey, WV in the spring of 1980. Since the peak of the mountain offered a spectacular view, he was wanting to propose to her there. As they were walking up a narrow trail at about 3:00 or 4:00 in the afternoon, they heard what sounded like a bear coming up towards them from the left side of the trail. The mountain had thick underbrush on both sides of the trail, so they were unable to see exactly what it was until it stepped onto the trail about 20-30 feet in front of them. My brother has hunted all of his life and is familiar with all the indigenous species in these woods, but he says that he has never seen anything like what stood before them that day. It was a large black-furred animal that was larger than a bear, and had a long bushy tail and pointed snout similar to a wolf. When it first stepped on the trail it was walking on all fours. My brother says that it had a foul odor, and the very site of it made his hair stand on end. At first it seemed as if the creature was unaware that they were even there, so they stayed completely quiet as my brother eased his fiancée behind him in a feeble attempt to protect her if this thing attacked. When it stepped on the trail it suddenly came to a stop, stood up on its hind legs like a man, and then turned and stared at them. My brother says its eyes were small, and shone bright neon red. When it stood on its hind legs, he said that it easily stood 7′ tall. His heart sank when it turned and looked at them – he knew for sure that they were dead. But then it walked off the very steep side of the mountain to the right of trail, still standing on its hind legs. He says that it didn’t stand like a bear, but almost as if it was meant to be walking on its hind legs, which were somewhat larger and longer than its front arms or legs.

After recounting this to my father, who had grown-up in West Virginia throughout the 1930’s and 40’s, he said that he knew of this creature from when he was a child. He said that it would come around their home occasionally and kill some of the livestock. The thing that scared him the most about the creature though, was the fact that their dogs were scared of it and would crawl as far under the house as they could get when it would come near. Apparently these dogs weren’t afraid of anything except this creature. He said that when it would walk around the house at night, you could see the top of its back extending well above the window sills, which were already several feet above the ground, and could feel the ground shudder with each step that it took. As it would approach, a foul odor would fill the house. Then, the next morning, they would find where it had killed a horse, or cow, or other such livestock. To this day nobody has ever been able to tell exactly what this thing is, but many have reported having encounters with it.

Locked Door

Locked Door
Door in Bedroom / Stock Photo

This is about my grandmother she told me this story when I was little. She lived in Nolan, WV when she was little and this story takes place in her house I cannot remember the exact location but it is now a highway.

My Grandmother lived in a small house with her mother, father and five siblings. Her and her sisters shared a room and her brothers shared a room. There was a small room hooked to the girls’ room that nobody went into. One night the door to this room was left unlocked and my Grandmother seen an image in the doorway of this little room and ran out of the room to her parents.

Several months later, I guess one of her brothers got married. Well her brother-in-law stopped by one night because it was too far for him to walk home. He was mean as a snake my grandmother said he wasn’t afraid of anything so he stayed in the little room. Sometime in the night, he said he felt something pulling him out of bed by the foot and he didn’t see anything when he looked it just kept pulling him out of bed and almost got him out of bed. Therefore, he got up and walked all the way home sometime in the early morning hours. Strange things went on even though the door to the little room was locked until my great grandparents died and the house was knocked down and made into a highway.

Livingston Wizard

Livingston Wizard
Cross at the grave of the unknown visitor as it stands today / Mystics of the Church

One of the strangest poltergeist cases of all time haunted the home of a farmer named Adam Livingston, who lived in this small community at the end of the 1700’s…. some say, these strange events are still going on at the property today!

The Adam Livingston farm in Middleway became a place of both fear and curiosity in 1797, when people came to see the “Livingston Wizard” perform its strange magic. Dishes fell out of cabinets and broke on the floor, fires and lanterns went out with no one near them, things flew about the house by their own power, money vanished, livestock disappeared and died and strange screams and bells were heard around the farm.

One afternoon. Livingston saw a man stopped in the road with a wagon. The teamster demanded that Livingston remove the rope that was stretched across the roadway. When he said there was no rope, the driver angrily slashed at it with his knife…. but the blade passed through nothing. Another wagon came along at the same time and this driver also saw the rope but he couldn’t cut it either. Finally Livingston convinced them to move on.

A short time later, the strange events took another turn. Day and night, the family heard the sound of cutting shears in the house, snipping constantly with an irritating metallic sound. Items around the house began to be mysteriously cut apart… clothing, blankets, saddles, shoes, boots, anything that could be cut was scissored into odd spiral shapes.

A visitor to the house wrapped her good silk cap in a handkerchief before entering the house. When she left, she opened the handkerchief and discovered that the cap had been cut into ribbons… but the handkerchief had never been touched. Another visitor, a tailor from Middleway, planned to expose the stories as a fraud. He walked to the house, carrying a suit that was wrapped in a paper bundle under his arm. He heard the sound of the shears, but saw nothing. When he unwrapped the untouched paper, he found that the suit inside had been sliced into pieces.

What started these strange events in the house? It is believed that they were tied to a stormy night in 1794 when a stranger appeared at the door of the Livingston house and asked for shelter. They family took him in and fed him but in the middle of the night, Adam Livingston hears strange wheezing and gasping sounds. The stranger was coughing violently, and was barely able to speak, but he did manage to ask his host to summon a priest… the man realized that he was dying.

Livingston, being a devout Lutheran, knew of no priest in the area and besides, he had always sworn that no Catholic priest would ever set foot on his property! In the night, the stranger died and the next morning, some neighbors helped Livingston to bury the man in a corner of his property. A small cross was erected at the grave.

The bizarre phenomena began just hours after the burial and would continue for years.

The story of the haunting gained fame in the area and the ghost became known as “The Livingston Wizard”. The family was plagued by the events for years and Livingston implored his minister to conduct an exorcism on the property. The Lutheran pastor failed, as did an Episcopalian minister and three Methodists. One night, Livingston dreamed of a man whom a voice said could help him. He was a Catholic priest named Father Dennis Cahill. Some friends in Shepherdstown helped to track the man down and he came to the Livingston farm.

Father Cahill blessed the house with holy water and as he turned to leave, a satchel of money that had been missing for over a year suddenly appeared and fell onto the doorstep. It all appeared to be over at last…. but it wasn’t. The manifestations soon began again.

By this time, the story had spread as far as Baltimore and the Catholic diocese there sent Father Dmitri Gallitzin to investigate. After living with the Livingston’s for three months, he recommended an exorcism. Father Cahill returned to the house and the two priests, and the entire family, prayed for the spirit to leave the house. The horror was finally over.

Livingston was so grateful that he converted to Catholicism and in 1802, deeded 40 acres of his estate to the church. In 1978, a religious retreat called Priest Field Pastoral Center was built on the land.

But have the strange events of the past really ended? Some say they have not…. A priest who was leading a tour group of the retreat had his metal-rimmed glasses snipped in two by an unseen force and tourists who have visited the site have reported camera straps, purses, clothing, and other items have been mysteriously cut to pieces.

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