What's your local scary legendary monsters ?

[Orion]

Not really a monster, but we have an area called Toad Road. There was supposedly an asylum located there that burned down and now it's just populated with crazy otherworldly stuff. And according to some, if you go the whole way down the road, you'll go through seven gates - the last of which takes you to Hell. I've done a lot of exploring the area, and the only real danger is the gun-weilding owners of the property on which you're trespassing.
I also live fairly close to Gettysburg, and everyone talks about how haunted it is. Never seen anything there either.

We have a similar legend in Connecticut. The melonheads of Dracula Drive. Melon heads - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

[GaryPlaysWithDolls]

Here in the legendary land known as Indiana, we have the Crosley Monster, a sort of Hoosier Bigfoot. I remember hearing about sightings when I was in college.

[kingdom warrior]

Nancy Pelosi............



Actually when i was a Boy scout in New York I heard this story about Cropsy..When I use to go camping i would **** bricks all night thinking cropsy was going to get our troop.......
'Urban story: The legend of cropsy' by Lester Solnin: Part of SOON Online Magazine

[Merlyn1976]

Not a monster per se...but alot of ghost stories in the area...

Ever read "Coffin Hollow"?

On a point of land just below my home is a very old cemetery. This cemetery contains the graves of some Civil War soldiers who died during the Jones’s raid. It is said that one of these soldier was killed after being captured by the Yanks. This gallant Confederate soldier fought long and hard before being shot in the leg by some unidentified traitor. He was then taken prisoner, loaded on a wagon, and started on his way to prison.

Now a certain Yankee caption had seen his brother shot down by this soldier and hated him for it. He set out in pursuit of the wagon, caught up with it, and like the lowly Yankee dog that he was, placed a bullet through the rebel’s head, killing him instantly. The reb was buried in the cemetery previously mentioned and was forgotten.

Some years later, however, the Yankee captain moved to Monongah and began courting a girl from Watson. To get to this girl’s house, he had to ride past the cemetery where the soldier was buried. On the first night that he passed the grave, he heard a loud rumble and then that blood-curdling rebel yell. Looking up toward the cemetery, he saw the soldier he had killed, seated atop his coffin, riding it over the hill toward him.

The ex-captain gave a scream, wheeled his horse around, and ran for home. The ghost followed him only as far as the mouth of the hollow, there turning back to his grave. This went on for months on end, until one night some of the captain’s friends found him shot through the head with an apparently very old and previously used bullet.

Now these men had heard the captain’s story and also knew that the bullet had never been removed from the dead rebel’s head. They quickly went to the graveyard and opened the dead man’s grave. They found there, to their horror, that the bullet was gone from the reb’s head and in his hand was a still-smoking revolver.

From that time on, the wild rebel scream has never again echoed through the hollow, nor has the dead soldier ridden his coffin over the hill. However, to this day, the hollow where this took place is still called Coffin Hollow, and I can still show you the grave of the dead rebel.

Ruth Ann Musick "Coffin Hollow and Other Ghost Tales"

[starhunter]

In my house there is a hidious creature that awakes with a snarling rawr if you wake it up to early on the weekends,,,,its known as.........MY WIFE, or monster mommy as my kids call it

[RG]

Bigfoot, and a few ghost stories, the main one being the old mental hospital in salem. they found hundreds of ashes from cremated patients in the basement and they say their ghosts roam the halls. story goes it got so bad they closed down part of the hospital and now they're tearing the place down.

[kingdom warrior]

In my house there is a hidious creature that awakes with a snarling rawr if you wake it up to early on the weekends,,,,its known as.........MY WIFE, or monster mommy as my kids call it

Ahhhh I might be living with an offspring of Mommy Monster I have Yeti Mommy who sheds her hair in the bathroom ....

[megoapesnut]

We have a doosie in our neck of the woods (literally). Has anyone ever heard the story of the Blue Eyed Six? Back in the 1800's there was a small railroad and mining town called Rausch Gap located in what is now Stony Valley, which is just north of Fort Indiantown Gap, which is our local National Guard station (they housed some of the Cubans during the refugee crisis during the Carter era, I worked at a diner back then and was working there when the riots occurred, but that's another story) Anyway, six guys who lived in the area back then took out an insurance policy (I think it was $8000) on a homeless man (back then you could take out a policy on whoever you wanted without them even knowing about it) and then proceeded to kill him to collect. They were arrested and tried in the Lebanon courthouse. 5 of them were convicted and hung. The victim was buried in a graveyard very close to the town next to a church named Moonshine Church. The church and graveyard still exist and there are all kinds of stories regarding this. The most popular is that if you run around the church three times at midnight, you can see the victims eyes following you around. There is a rail trail and single track trails that run through the entire area, it's one of my favorite places to mountain bike. I took my 12 year old cousin and her friend back there one night at midnight and we filmed our own "Blair Witch Project". Or, rather, I filmed it while they were scared out of the minds and screaming at me to take them home!

[megoapesnut]

By the way, this incident was the turning point that changed the insurance industry around and brought about major changes that exist today

[megoapesnut]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_Eyed_Six

[Bill]

Leigh Master was reburied at my childhood church. Us kids used to slip him messages through the crack in the top of his grave.


Leigh Master was born in Stockport in Lancashire, England in 1717. After his wife, Katherine Hoskins, died, he left Albion and set up shop near Westminster, in Maryland's Carroll County in 1765. Master had told his buds that he was coming "to the new country to make his fortune," and boy, was he right.

He put together an iron business at Furnace Hill, and soon became a big-shot mine operator, foundry master, and property owner, with 6,000 acres of land holdings, running the eighteenth century equivalent of an integrated steel mill. At first, he had the locals do the backbreaking work, but quickly switched over to cheaper slave labor.

Master worked his slaves hard and was swift to punish those he considered slackers, delivering beatings to them in the basement of his mansion. Some of the unfortunates didn't survive his not-so-tender ministrations, and their bodies were said to be buried in the cellar.

He became a rich dude - his furnaces produced quite high quality iron - but to the locals, Master was not a man they respected, but feared. He was also a bit eccentric (some say bonkers); it was claimed that he would ride in the woods around Furnace Hill at night wrapped in a white sheet and yelling gibberish, scaring the bejabbers out of the poor souls who ran across him during his evening jaunts.

In 1786, he ran for the Maryland legislature. But it's hard to convince people who are afraid of you to cast their vote in your favor; he was thumped and never ran for office again. The fact that he was a suspected Loyalist during the Revolution didn't earn him many points, either. Master was tried for high treason in 1781, but apparently beat the rap.

He died at the age of 80 in 1796. And then the spook stories began, spread through the region by generations of word-of-mouth folk tales.

Legend has it that he fell for his Black servant girl, but another slave, Sam, owned her heart. The lore continues that the outraged Master had Sam killed and thrown into the fiery iron furnace to cover the dastardly deed (other versions say he had Sam bound and tossed into the flames alive), and then bricked up the woman in a kitchen fireplace while she was still alive. His Green-Eyed Monster was a particularly horrific beast.

During 1930 renovations of his old home, called Avondale, it's alleged that the oven was opened and a skeleton was discovered. Some reports even say that a baby's bones were found, supposed to be of Master's child, which would put another truly ugly twist on the tale. While it didn't absolutely prove the crime, try telling that to the locals.

There are stories of the house being haunted by both Master and the slaves he dispatched in the basement. (The manse was an inn, the Avonlea Bed and Breakfast, but we can't find it listed anywhere; it may be closed or sold, operating under a different name, or just being shy.)

But Master is better known for spooking the woodlands around Furnace Hill. The are tales of his spirit walking through the arbor towards his old mansion, but the best stories concern Master a'gallop through the trees.

Shortly after his death, neighbors reported seeing Master riding on a fire-snorting gray steed, seeking penance and crying for mercy while accompanied by the sound of rattling chains.

Sometimes, he was spotted on his stallion alone, and at other times pursued by three glowing imp-like figures carrying lanterns. Either way, the woods quickly gained a ghostly reputation and by nightfall became empty of people (living ones, anyway), who had no intention of meeting up with "The Ghost of Furnace Hill."

Hey, even his final rest was eerie. When Master died, he was buried on his property. It was said that Mother Earth herself didn't want him, and his body rose to the surface three times over the intervening decades.

His remains were transferred to consecrated ground at the Church of the Ascension Burial Grounds in 1876, and placed in a stone box under a tree. But he still doesn't rest easily; the top slab cracked, as if the earth was still trying to reject him, and legend has it that when it was replaced, it cracked again.

After his death, Master's heirs sold the property; his home and the ruins of his furnace are all that remain...oh, and a spook or two, just to remind us of the bad ol' days of yore.

[Orlock]

The White Screamer

Here's the story my Wife's Grandma told us copied from my disc. I wrote this up about 6 or 7 years ago and it has been posted online several places:

"The White Screamer"

There was a man that lived deep in the county on Jimtown Road. It being deer season, he had gone out earlier in the day and killed a deer and had been dressing it (gutting it) in his back yard. To do this, most hunters will hang the deer from something called a "single tree" or simply a rope over a larger tree branch in their yard. He had put the guts into a bucket and was going to get rid of them later.

The night was rather cold and the man could hardly sleep for some reason. He took his guitar out onto his porch and sat playing softly. His hunting dogs were penned up behind his home, and as he sat playing, a strange feeling came over him. Something was wrong, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was. He stopped playing and just sat...listening....

There was nothing. Not a sound. No crickets chirping. No frogs...just the sound of his breathing.

Suddenly the dogs came running around from the back yard. He wondered how they had gotten out of their pen. He sat his guitar down and started to go look around back, but he noticed that his dogs were acting frightened, each with its tail tucked between its legs. They ran quickly to an opening beneath the house and ran under there. He looked around the corner of the house to where they had just ran from and saw the most horrid thing he had ever seen in his entire life.

The light in his backyard shown down on a creature that was nearly ten feet tall, hovering over the roof of his tool shed. It had long, white, matted, stringy, dirt-ridden hair. No sooner had he laid eyes upon it than it reared it's head back and started screaming like a baby cries, but the cry grew in intensity and volume until he thought he could bear it no more. The scream was now at an extremely high pitch and the hair on the back of his neck was standing on end.

The thing was after his dogs and was now headed straight for him.

He was paralyzed with fear, frozen to the spot. The thing moved slowly in his direction at first, then it stopped...and looked straight at him. At this point he knew if he didn't move he was going to surely be attacked by this thing and probably die. He ran to his front door and as he ran inside , he heard the creature leap for the porch and hit the railing. He then heard it scramble to it's feet..or hooves...

He could hear the hooves on the wooden boards of the porch. He got inside and as he finally got the door shut and locked it, he had no more than locked the door when the creature's claws began to scratch at the wood. There was a small window in the top of the door, and as he peered through it, he saw the creature was looking back at him. The pitch of the thing's screams were rattling all the glass in the house. The creature was trying desperately to get in.

All night long, the creature paced back and forth across the porch stopping at windows and slashing at the screens with its claws. There he sat, in the living room, holding his rifle waiting for the creature to find a way inside. As the sun started to come up, he realized he didn't hear anything.

All was quiet.

He waited until the sun was up and went out with his rifle to investigate. He could see where the creature had entered his yard by its hoof prints in the ground and where it had gone to his single tree and ripped down the deer and ate it. The bucket was licked clean and the deer guts were gone. His dog pen had been ripped in two and he saw where his dogs had dug their way out under the other side of the pen, barely escaping the ravenous creature.

Another version of the story goes something like this:

Local lore tells that long ago, there was a man who lived with his family in a valley in White Bluff. For several nights, he kept hearing this horrible loud pitched scream. He finally had enough, and ran and got his gun to permanently shut up whatever was making the noise. He and his dogs left the house to search for the source of the noise.

As he headed out, his dogs ran far ahead of him. Thinking they were going after the screamer, he was happy. A few minutes later, however, they ran back whimpering with their tails between their legs.

Undaunted, the man continued his search. Eventually he heard the screams again, except this time it was his wife and children screaming. He rushed back to the house as fast as he could, but was too late. Laying on the floor were the bodies of his wife and children, which had been torn to shreds. Another version of this tale does not include the deaths of his family, but his otherwise unchanged.

It's said that you can still see the foundation of the house where this event took place. The White Screamer is said to be a misty apparition, and after it appears it will leave evidence of it's presence in the form of burnt patches of grass.

An investigation on the subject goes as follows. This is copied from my files I have saved on disc:

The team’s first case was the legend of the white screamer, and it took the team to a rural area of the county where farmers reported hearing strange noises. The legend had been passed down through generations.

“We talked to people that lived around there that had supposedly heard the white screamer,” Diamond said. “We got an idea and one of our paranormal experts basically profiled this creature and said what they thought it was, what specter they thought it was.”
The “team” set up special equipment to record whatever might be heard at the site.

“Well, when we did that we waited until the time of night it typically was heard and we had the right conditions. We didn’t hear anything. We walked down this road where a young couple had encountered this ghost and then we did hear something. It was a scream and we got it on recording.”

The team later heard other noises closer to their vehicles and their equipment.

“We ran back to see what it was and all of our stuff had been turned over and rifled through,” Diamond said. “We didn’t know if it was legitimate or if it was somebody playing a trick on us.”

Of course, when the team examined the videotape later that night they saw an apparition on the tape that wasn’t there during the actual investigation.

“It looked ethereally like the ghost of a woman,” he said. “We didn’t alter the tape any, we don’t do that sort of thing. We don’t know what it was.”

This is what I always picture when we talk about this legend:

[UnderdogDJLSW]

I was just going to chime in with the Exorcist stairs in Washington DC, but that Westminster one has me beat for scary.

[Rallygirl]

Melon Heads around here also.

[BlackKnight]

The 4&1/2 Pound Hairy Ferocious Foot Attack Monster ..., Is very Legendary around these parts .....

A rare Glimps ... of this Beast caught in Action .