I love Halloween, and I wanted to share with you a couple of cool pics of my house in Northwest Indiana during this crazy stormy and windy eerie day,
while this hurricane churns up the winds over us. If we should get some lightning and thunder I would say this is the weather you imagine during this
creepy time of the year. Not only is the wind going crazy, but there is a full moon with a beautiful halo. So, I decided I would entertain the
ghoulish guests of ATS. So sit back and enjoy the pictures from my front-yard cemetery and insane asylum. Then I will read you a a few stories of some
Indiana ghost tales-the ones that scare the bones out of the people in my local area, and superstition runs wild. I hope you share your stories with
The first story on my list is "Gypsies Graveyard". That graveyard is about 4 minutes away from my house, and nearly all the houses on that creepy old
road are mysteriously for sale. I will never forget my first trip to the graveyard thinking how there is no such thing as ghosts, yet I couldn't let
go of that fear. It was roughly midnight the night before Halloween and my friends and I pulled up down the barren road to a little fenced off
gravesite. We got out of the car and noticed blood on our pant legs. We looked down with the flash light and there was bloody deer carcasses laying
around and other small game animals skinned and rotting all over the place-it was messed up. Meanwhile I was distracted by the sounds of a bell
pattern-not like a random sound, but repetitive.
We all walked into the graveyard looking at the beautiful statues and really old graves. Behind the graveyard was a trail we decided to take a look
at. About 400 meters down the path we came to an area that resembles that of an ancient church area where the priest would stand lower in elevation
compared to the observers. My wife (girlfriend at the time) was leaning up against a tree that looked very weird. We looked up with our flashlights
and about 60 feet up was an old creepy cross.
The Story of Gypsies Graveyard:
In 1820 in the town of Crown Point Indiana there was a fairly large group of gypsies passing through who all became ill with an unknown flu-type
sickness and were banished from the town. The Gypsies were known as thief's and witches. They sole herbal remedies (ironically), and the town had many
missing livestock from the area turn up as bloody carcasses in the middle of the night. The town had enough of their evil ways and told them all to
leave immediately. Even women shopping for food and other supplies were denied service because of a sickness within their pack. A couple of men on
horses went and told the caravan that they must pack up and move along.
A Gypsy elder approached the men begging for supplies to help their pack get back up on their feet, as many of the women and children were badly sick.
The Gypsies were denied assistance and given 2 days to leave. A local farmer had saw the Gypsies drive by in the night, and the next day the men
returned to find mounds of dirt of the dead Gypsy's. The men returned home and their wives were horrified because the men were covered in blood from
the knee down. The Gypsies left a bloody curse for the town so they will always remember what they have done.
Since my first visit to Gypies Graveyard I have returned many times at different times of the day and night. I have seen floating little yellow lights
approach us with no one near them, and I am talking we watched this thing move through the forest and come about 20 feet away from us. We could see
all around it and no one was holding this light! But, every time you go there you can count on having a good spook in the middle of nowhere.
Here are some pictures of the old gravestones at Gypsies Graveyard:
By far the weirdest place in Northwest Indiana is Reeder Road. Everyone, and I mean everyone knows the story of Reeder Road and a tale of lost
love in the night. My first trip to Reeder Road was exciting and super creepy. The kind of creepy that makes you feel like the ground below you is
evil. That not one man or woman made an everlasting impression in one specific place, but that this whole place is just evil. The road is about 8
miles long beginning in Griffith and ending in Merrillville. To enter the road you must start of the west side. The road is so grown over a canopy
surrounds the road all the way down, it is very eerie. You must pay attention out there as there is a lot of sharp metal and axes and things stuck up
in trees and in the ground, almost in a sick booby trap fashion. We found a field of metal shards that resembled a school of sharks swimming through
the ground awaiting a victim to touch its rusty self.
AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA + +
The Story of Reeder Road:
On dark and stormy October night the rain was torrential and the lightning was fierce. A boy named Randy was driving home trying to keep his vehicle
on the road when he noticed a girl waving for help. He stopped and picked up the strange yet beautiful girl who whispered with the softest voice
through the wind and rain. She said her car had fallen into a ditch, yet Randy could not recall seeing a car in the ditch earlier. The girl seemed
frightened and shivering. Randy kindly turned the heat on full blast and gave her his Letterman's jacket. As they drove towards her house Randy was
confused and kept asking for directions while she kept repeating you will see it-It is lit up and has white shutters.
Randy then pulled onto a road where he could make out the words on a gate "Ross Cemetery", he was wondering why he was driving through a cemetary when
he saw a house with shutters lit up, he turned to say is this it? But, She was Gone!
Randy hopped out of the car and opened all the doors in the pouring rain looking through the lightning trying to see if the girl was around, but no
one was in site!
The next day Randy tried retracing his steps to make sense out of the night after getting no sleep, and found himself back at the graveyard when a man
in a red truck drive from the white house and asked if Randy was okay. Randy asked if their was a girl who lives in the white house and the old man
said there was a little over 15 years ago. The girl and her boyfriend were in a tragic car accident on their way to a dance at school, but no one
lives there but me now. The girl is buried right over there as a matter of fact.
Randy was terrified and the old man left staring Randy down as he drove away. Randy walked through the cemetery for a few minutes while looking at
gravestones approaching the gravestone with the word Elizabeth written upon it. The name and date isn't what scared Randy. It was his Letterman's
Jacket laying beneath!!!
Since then the girl is reported often and considered to be haunting the road looking for her lost love.
stories helped out by: Haunted Indiana (Mark Marimen) and my friends
My last and most favorite story is actually not a story but another gruesome murderer from Indiana that has yet to make it to the Main Stream. These
events are all true and the name Bell Gunus makes the bones of men shiver with fear from here to Missouri: (Next Post)->
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