Haunted Places in Southeastern Ohio

[Space Cowboy]

Moonville isn't that creepy in the daytime.....but I wouldn't want to go there at night. I took some pictures with nothing on them...although some have pictures with figures in or around the tunnel.

The trail up Racoon Creek is sweet.....in fact thay entire Zaleski area is one of the best hiking spots in Ohio. With all the ghost towns and cemetaries I did get creeped out a little the times I've camped on the backpacking trail....great place with remains of old towns and Adena mounds.

Not too far north of Moonville is another tunnel, along King rd. That whole area is great to explore. Found many deer sheds, turtle shells, turkey feathers. Im glad I only live a few minutes away.

[Orange and Brown]

The Moonville Tunnel in Athens. #2 post on this thread. I sent the guy this email about my experience there.

In around 1982 I was a student at Hocking Technical College. We hung around with a few local guys who kept telling us about the Moonville Tunnel ghost. We finally loaded up the van with 4 guys, 4 girls and the two locals and took a drive down to see it. They first took us to an old grave yard where one of them fell into an open grave. They told us there were people in the area who used the body remains for witchcraft. They then took us out to a place that I think they call the "Devils Pillar" or Devils Table where supposedly animal sacrifices took place. There were blood stains on the rock and at the bottom of the cliff we could see what appeared to be animal carcasses. We finally made it to the Moonville Tunnel around midnight. We walked in what seemed like a mile before we walked over the high trestle. Of course we were all pretty drunk and scared. The guys were playing it cool, but I think the locals did a great job selling the story. As I remember they told us that the tracks on the other side of the tunnel had been built over top an old cemetery and after some heavy rains the tracks had sunken in. The signal man was running thru the tunnel to try and flag down the train but was hit before he got out and was drug thru the tunnel. The train stopped just before it hit the broken tracks. They local boys must have known the train schedule for after we crossed the high trestle and got about half way to the tunnel we heard a train coming up from behind us. The local guy told us we would never make it back across the trestle so we should hunker down at the end of it. Just as we could see the light of the locomotive coming thru the wood someone noticed a blue light entering the tunnel from the far end. It appeared to be swinging back and forth. Now you have to remember that most of these girls and guys were 18 or 19 years old and city kids. The girls started freaking out and two of them jumped up and ran up the embankment to try and run across the trestle away from the tunnel. This would have been a bad idea in broad daylight, without a train coming. Luckily the local boy jumped up on the track and grabbed them. We pulled them back down to the concrete landing at the end of the trestle as the train turned the corner and came into view. The blue light was about half way thru the tunnel at this point, coming towards us. The locomotive engine roared past us just over our heads as we ducked down below and off to the side of the tracks. It sped towards the tunnel and the blue light could be seen for just a little longer before the train blocked the view, as the light was on the other side of the train. The engine was so loud that I didn't realize until after it had passed that all 4 of the girls ( and maybe some of the guys) were screaming at the top of their lungs. It seemed to take forever for the train to pass. When it finally did we again had to restrain the girls from running across the trestle. Instead they talked us into going up the the tunnel and looking inside. No sign of the light or what may have caused it. While this was a great prank and very, very intense, we were probably lucky that no one ran across the trestle in the dark. I always figured one of the two locals with us had slipped away after we crossed the trestle and ran thru the tunnel with the light. One of the two ended up on the other side of the train after it had passed. He said he had ducked down on that side and had been there all along. The other two scenarios are they had a third party waiting, or there was a ghost light running thru the tunnel. Whatever happened that night I will never forget it, and the pictures on your website brought it all back to me in vivid color.

That was great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So Funny!!!!!!!!!!

[Orange and Brown]

Hey O & B, I see you are in Buchtel. I live there my second year of college. Don't remmber the address, just that it was right on the main road and on the right side. Rental house had a baby grand piano in it. I was in a band and we played are few gigs in Buchtel at a little bar, I think Bob and Betty's. BTW, whatever happen to the cop in Buchtel that we all knew as Buchtel Betty. She was scary.

Buchtel has been through a few cops since then.
I don't know what happened to her though.
Buchtel is a great town you just have to manage that water bill!!!!!!!!!

[orange-n-brown 365]

ain't that the truth on that water bill....

Well I lived near moonville was there once in the daytime with my little cousins and uncle but other than that never was there at night... no thank you...

don't forget the ghost at the IRON furnace up the road near the Lake... he's tending the fire.. never saw him but always have looked for him

[whodeyAtown21]

The Buchtel cop now is "383".

I just wouldn't want to go through there going 1 mph over the speed limit!!

[orange-n-brown 365]

the other day the Buchtel cop was sitting in a driveway I saw them ahead of time already was going the speed limit but the ole cruise control set dead level on 35! The next victim coming from Buchtel wasn't so lucky they were a little faster...
wattsup I don't live in Buchtel I live in Nelsonville..they claim us say once a year when they have their hand out for the taxes...

[Orange and Brown]

I just remember getting pulled over by Buchtel Betty in 1982 and she was, let's say, a little Butch (which at that time was uncommon). She supposedly had piercings on her "unmentionables" (which also was uncommon for that time) and the whole time she was talking to me I couldn't help but stare at her shirt pocket, which appeared to have a ring in it. I later surmised, that it was part of her piercing. Unbelievably, she let me go with a warning and a smile. Could have been the look of shock on my face.

Maybe she thought you were a sexy beast.

[Orange and Brown]

I was quite the stud back in the day! With my long hair, pimply face and gaped front teeth.

So now tell us the real storey of how you got out of the ticket.

[Orange and Brown]

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Who knows if you asked her out you may have gotten a free pass to speed through town whenever you want.

Just kiddin!!!!!!

[claypantherfan]

any one know any thing about the witches grave in Burg

[TheresaHPIR]

Theresa's Haunted History of the Tri-State has added a few new entries from Marietta, Ohio. Please check out Haunted Ohio to read about the Lafayette Hotel and the Anchorage (Putnam House).

[CANNIBAL]

on wakefield mound road the two nurses homes that are no longer in use are haunted.

[CANNIBAL]

there is a house in the village of piketon right across from the vfw its white and two story house there is a cellar in the basement and i've heard ppl has died in the cellar. now its haunted.

[WitnessProtection]

The Our House Museum in Gallipolis is home to a couple of ghosties with the mosty.
A former proprietor, Henry Cushing, is said to still roam the premises.
I believe that opera singer Jenny Lind, aka the Swedish Nightengale, has alos been known to roam the halls.

[TheresaHPIR]

The Our House Museum in Gallipolis is home to a couple of ghosties with the mosty.
A former proprietor, Henry Cushing, is said to still roam the premises.
I believe that opera singer Jenny Lind, aka the Swedish Nightengale, has alos been known to roam the halls.

I've got this one featured on my website, Theresa's Haunted History of the Tri-State:

The Our House Museum was built in 1819 as a tavern by Henry Cushing, and his sister Elizabeth. It is located in Gallipolis, OH. The apparition of Mr. Cushing, wearing short green breeches, has been seen in the kitchen, and also along the back pathway. Phantom footsteps are also often heard.

In the ballroom, which once hosted General Lafayette in May of 1825, has been the site of a woman singing, and chairs scraping, as if a large audience was being seated. The singing ghost is thought to be Jenny Lind, who stopped at Our House in the 1850s during her American tour.

The Cushing family owned and operated Our House until 1865. It was then purchased in 1933 by Dr. and Mrs. Charles E. Holzer, who donated it to the state in 1944 as a memorial to the French families who founded Gallipolis.

The link above has a few pictures, and some further links on the building and Jenny Lind.

[Burg_Grad_77]

Here's a couple more things that have happened here at the Main Gate at Sunoco in Haverhill in th past couple of months. By the way, we still hear the lockers slam at night when myself and the other guy work midnights.

I was setting at my computer late one night and I had the lights turned down low because if you have the lights on behind you they reflect of the window and you can't see out. There is a filing cabinet directly behind me that is about 3 feet high by 3 feet wide that seperates me from the back of the room. I looked up at the window in front of me and saw the reflection of someone standing behind me and leaning on the cabinet. This person had gray hair and was wearing a light colored shirt. I figured it was someone who had come in to get the key for the gas pumps and I just hadn't heard them come in so I turned around and there was no one there. Now I saw the reflection of this person standing there plain as day and there is no way they got out before I turned around since the door is about 10 feet away. It kind of freaked me out a little, but not near as bad as this next thing.

I always work the midnight shift here and it was about 2:30 or 3:00 am and I was on the computer looking at some sites about Indian artifacts when I heard a noise behind me and I turned and looked and I didn't see anyone. I thought maybe someone had come through the door, but there was no one there. About 15 minutes later I got up and walked back to the fridge to get something to drink and one of the drawers on a filing cabinet that we use to keep our personal items in was standing wide open. I had just been back there about a half hour or 45 minutes before that and this drawer was not open then and no one had been in there. The drawers on this cabinet have a latch that you have to push to open them so there's no way it came open on it's own, plus I tried to replicate it by leaving it open a little to see if maybe gravity had caused it and two hours later it it hadn't budged an inch and also the noise I had heard was the drawer being pulled open rather quickly and hitting the stop at the end because I opened it up rather quick to see if that was the noise and it was the exact same sound. Now that's eerie!

[swbaseballfan]

you better ask for a raise

[Big b 78]

fayetteville-perrys old high school was it used to be I think a church for nunez what ever it's called and 2 of them hung them self in the attic I go there now and I went in the attic and the only thing up there was a rope hanging fr the ceiling

[eagles73Taylor]

A couple of stories myself. I worked as a bartender at the Emmitt House from 99-01'. Busy Saturday and I was filling out a ticket facing the back of the bar, where all the liqour and odds and ends were kept. If you have been in the Emmitt House, you know about all of the knicknacks adorning the bar and walls. As I filled out the ticket, the poster of the 2 cats and the bottle of "Catsup" landed on my head and fell to the ground. No sonic boom, or anything that shook the bar. Everyone said, it looked like it jumped off of the top of the bar. We watched the security tape a little bit later, and sure enough, the thing literally jumped off and the bottom of the poster is what hit me!

The next weird thing was a weekday night, at midnight had just closed up and locked the doors. Sat down at the far end of the bar where the tv was and turned it on to relax before leaving. A couple of minutes later the channel changed and the remote was lying on the backside of the bar. Next, I swear I felt a cold presence behind me and the tv started changing channels quickly. I jumped up, grabbed the deposit bag and split. The owner asked why the tv was still on the next day! That seat was supposedly the favorite seat of the original owner! lol

The one occurence that truely makes me believe in the afterlife, my first son was born on November 18th, the same day my father passed away 7 years earlier! My wife and I had trouble conceiving and her due date wasnt until November 26th. She went in for a regular checkup on November 17th at noon. There were some complications, so they induced her, however he didnt come until just after midnight on the 18th!

[my2cents]

I was playing music in an acoustic duo at the Shawnee State Lodge in Southern Ohio about 10 years ago. On the main floor, in the lower lounge area there is a room that has a bunch of couches and chairs and doors that lead out to the deck. If you have ever been there, it is to the left of the restaurant and has a big canoe on the wall. We set up right in front of the fireplace. Behind us and over top of the fireplace there was a giant painting (about 4 by 5 foot) of an Indian. I believe he was looking thru a bush, with bow and arrow in hand, at a deer. Our very last song that night was one I wrote about Tecumseh. There were about 50 people in the room, some big wigs from lodges all over the state and their families plus regular lodge guest. On the very last note of the song, I noticed everyone get this look of shock on their face and I thought, 'Man did I hit a bad note or what". Then there was a giant "CRASH" behind us. The picture, which had hung there since the lodge opened many years ago, had come loose, fell down about 6 inches to the top of the fire place mantle and then slowly fell forward and crashed flat on the floot behind us. The glass broke into a million pieces. It covered about every square inch of the floor. Everyone got the heeby jeebys and we packed up and went home. I don't know what happened to the painting, but I haven't seen it back up. I know one thing, I won't play that song out there again.