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CR07 The Walker House Mineral Point
The hauntings here stem from the 1800s when a man was hanged in a tree outside this place. An angry mob hung him after he stole a horse from his neighbor.
Witnesses report floating heads and cold gusts. The spirit is also said to play tricks such as locking employees in the walk-in cooler.
CR06 The Mineral Point Vampire Mineral Point
In 1981 in Mineral Point, Wisconsin, sightings of a reported Vampire were made in the local Graceland Cemetery. Police Officer John Pepper had a run-in with the phantom, which he described as being a tall, white-faced man in a cape. Pepper pursued the suspect but gave up after the man leaped over a barbed-wire fence and disappeared in the darkness. Pepper reportedly discounted the Vampire rumours, believing the suspect to have possibly been mentally ill.
On March 14, 2008 around 9 PM, Mineral Point police responded to a number of calls of a person sitting in a tree outside an apartment complex and leaping upon those who passed by. The person described matched that of the Mineral Point Vampire. As police arrived, the suspect jumped from the tree and ran off into the night. Authorities followed what they believed to be his tracks in the snow, which led to a 10 foot high cement wall and stopped. The suspect could not be found.
Taken off the news wire reporting out of Madison:
On July 11, 2008 at about 10:00 PM Mineral Point residents Brandon Heinz (22 years old) and his girlfriend Jamie Marker (19 years old) were fishing off the jetty on the far west shore of Ludden Lake when the couple heard noises coming from under the jetty. The noises were described as sounding like something was using the boards of the jetty like a ladder, climbing along underneath us.
Heinz began stomping the boards believing it was some kind of animal and hoping to scare it away. He aimed his flashlight between the cracks of the boards when he and Marker heard water splashing down towards the other side of the jetty. Heinz shone his flashlight towards the sound to see a figure with dark hair and a very pale face pulling itself up onto the jetty. Heinz and Marker stood in shock as the figure began to rise to its feet. Marker turned and ran up the path towards Heinzs vehicle as Heinz kept his flashlight aimed on the figure.
It was wearing some kind of Dracula looking cape and a suit, sort of, Heinz stated. Marker claimed the same. Heinz threw his flashlight towards the figure and ran up the path after Marker, who was already in the vehicle with the doors locked. As Heinz started the vehicle and began leaving, Marker saw out the passenger window that the figure was coming up the path at a run and she screamed for Heinz to hurry.
The couple drove to the Mineral Point police department and made a statement directly after. A patrol unit in the area of Ludden Lake investigated the area where Heinz and Marker had been but found no one. Heinz and Marker returned the next day to retrive their belongings with everything accounted for, except for Heinzs flashlight.
Whoever it is, Heinz says, they can keep it."
CR08 Fairchild House Westby
Lily Fairchild heard a ghost named Roberto, talk to her. That morning she had found a bottle of cologne sitting on her desk that did not belong to any one she new. That night, Roberto contacted her. He revealed that his parents murdered him because he was seeing a girl his parents detested. He lived in the late 1800's.
No one could absolutely pin point the location of this house. I tried the local historical society as well. They didn't know, but they were eager to learn the story.
This is the only Fairchild House I could locate in Westby.
CW02 Charlotte Mills Bridge Clark County
Charlotte's ghost appears on the bridge.
Charlotte A. Raymond was born in Manlius, New York, in 1840. When she was aged three, her parents, Luther Raymond and Julia Ann Loomis, moved the family to Wisconsin, locating in the vicinity of Waukesha. Two years later they removed to Fond du Lac County, securing a tract of wild land, from which Luther developed a farm. Years later, Charlotte married a Mr. Ransom and they had two sons: Fay (b. 1859) and Benjamin (b. 1862). After her husband died, she married Calvin John Mills in 1866. Four years later they moved to Christie, Wisconsin and this marriage produced a third son, Claude Lee Mills, in 1877.
In 1883 her father Luther died.
In the spring of 1899, her son Fay bade his parents farewell and moved away from Wisconsin, traveling to South Dakota, Montana, California, and finally to Alaska in search of gold. Then one day Charlotte received the sad news that her son had drowned near Labarge, Alaska on October 12th, 1901 on the steamer Goddard ten miles from shore during a gale.
One year later, she received more sad news. Her second son Benjamin had died on October 2nd, 1902 in Mackay, Idaho.
In 1905 her husband John Calvin Mills died very suddenly of heart failure while at their home at Christie. After his death, Charlotte fell into a severe depression and expressed to her son Claude her feelings that her life was pointless, full of misfortune, and not worth living.
On October 4, 1907, Charlotte, who was probably dwelling on thoughts about her two sons who had died during the month of October, told her son Claude that she was going to visit one of her friends. Because she would often spend the night at the friend's house, it was not unexpected when she did not return that evening. However, after she was gone for two days, Claude became concerned and went to look for her. When she was not found at the neighbor's house, Claude searched near the Black River finding her footprints, then her shawl, and finally her body floating in shallow water near the shore. Later he found that before going to her death, his mother had carefully laid out on her bed the clothes that she wanted to be buried in. (unexplained research.com)
CW07 Blood Cemetery Stevens Point
One of the more common stories, particularly among high school students in the 1960s and 1970s, involved the ghost of Calvin Blood, supposedly guarding a small cemetery in the town of Linwood.
Civil War veteran Blood, or a member of his family, was found one day hanging from a tree near his residence under mysterious circumstances, the story goes.
Whether he was lynched by unknown individuals or committed suicide was never clear as the story was passed down.
Some call the cemetery where Blood is buried "Blood Cemetery," and its location in a marshy area, which is often shrouded in fog at night, presents an eerie scene.
The site was used for beer parties and often gravestones were vandalized and Blood's gravestone stolen.
People told of strange occurrences when they visited the cemetery at night.
One Stevens Point woman reported she went to the cemetery on several occasions more than 25 years ago.
One time, she said, she and others walked around the cemetery but nothing happened. As they were leaving, they turned on the engine of the car and the needle on the temperature gauge went to hot and all the water boiled out of the radiator.
Another time she walked around the cemetery area and was coming back to her car when her cousin pulled her in the car and slammed the door, explaining that a blue light in the sky was zig-zagging toward her.
Another woman said she went to the cemetery on a calm night and, when she walked through the entrance of the cemetery, the wind started blowing within the fenced-in area.
After returning to her car, the woman said the interior lights of her vehicle kept going on and off, even though she wasn't touching the light switch or opening the car door.
A man said he and a group of friends went out to the cemetery to check out the story but nothing happened when they walked around. They got back into his car to turn around and leave, he said, but the car wouldn't budge so his friends got out and pushed the car so they could get out of the area.
The cemetery is on the patrol route of the Sheriff's Department, particularly during the Halloween season because of the vandalism. But deputies have been called out there at other times after reports of people dressed in white clothes in the cemetery, possibly causing damage.
CW08 Bloody Bride Bridge Stevens Point
While driving down this road, a police officer witnessed an apparition of the young bride standing in the middle of the road. Unable to stop in time, his vehicle struck the figure. He stopped his car and looked back to see if her body was still laying on the road and was startled to find the Bloody Bride sitting in the backseat of his squad car.
Dare #1: If you drive down Highway 66, you will see the Bloody Bride standing on the side of the road, still wearing her wedding gown.
Dare #2: If you park your car on the Bloody Bride Bridge after midnight and look in your rearview mirror, you will see both the groom and the Bloody Bride sitting in the backseat of your car. (unexplainedresearch.com)
I cant wit to explore some of these! hope to see JFK prep and hotel hell tomorrow!
You are most vulnerable as you are leaving these sites. Don't look in your mirror. You might not want to see what is racing up behind you.
CW10 Old Swenson Stevens Point
The town of Linwood is the scene of another story, a man with his lower legs missing, carrying a bouquet of flowers and trudging along the road.
Residents of the area are familiar with the story, knowing he's only out looking for the grave of his wife so he can be together with her in death as they were in life.
The legless man was named Swenson or Swanson and worked for a railroad, possibly the Soo Line.
The legend says that one day at work around the turn of the century Swenson was caught under a train, cutting off both his legs just above the knee.
While he was in the hospital being treated, his wife died before she got to see him, and her family, supposedly opposed to her marrying him, buried her without telling him where the grave was.
Swenson reportedly died in the hospital from his injuries and was buried in another cemetery because his wife's family wouldn't reveal the location of her grave.
The story says he continues to search for her grave today, carrying the bouquet of flowers and asking if people know where she is buried.
Deputies have received reports from motorists saying they were flagged down by a man who asked directions because he was trying to find where his wife was buried. Deputies said the motorists reported the man was dressed in white and was almost struck by their cars.
One former resident of the area never saw the man but said an out-of-town relative stopped in to visit one night and was visibly shaken.
The relative was driving in the rain and reported he slammed on his brakes to avoid a short man, dressed in white or light tan clothing, walking along the side of the road.
The resident said he didn't tell his relative about the story of "old Swenson," fearing he would disturb him further.
CW12 Mead Inn Wisconsin Rapids
Downstairs in the Shanghai room. In the 1950's this room was used as a bar in which individuals would laugh drink and gamble. A female bartender was stabbed to death around 1953. Today lights flicker doors shut by themselves and the smell of blood is evident within 20 feet of this room. The room is unusually cold.
CW13 Alexander Middle School Nekoosa
An old janitor haunts the school with a little girl by his side. You can smell cigar smoke in the hall where he used to smoke every once in awhile. Hammers have been thrown and glasses have picked themselves up off the ground and shattered. People have seen shining lights in the middle of the night when the workers are all gone.
CW15 Blueberry Ridge Wisconsin Rapids
Show up here between 1AM and 3AM and you will see the ghost of a middle aged woman pacing back and forth.
CW16 Forest Hill Cemetery Wisconsin Rapids
Employees report apparitions and babies crying in the baby section. Faint voices call your name. There is a monument in the cemetery that causes machines to fail.
CW17 St. Joseph's Hospital Marshfield
Employees and patients report seeing a man in a black robe entering and exiting rooms on the fourth floor. Strange lights and cold spots have also been reported.
CW19 Old Insane Asylum Marshfield
The asylum has been torn down. This is what occupies the site now.
This is the old asylum.
The original asylum building can be found on the internet as one of the haunted places in Wisconsin. There was a rumor that a maintenance man committed suicide in the tunnels and his spirit still roams in it. A patient was an assistant in the boiler room, one day he opened the door to the boiler and saw the face of the devil. He then jumped in trying to catch the devil, no one knows if his body was ever taken out. Two patients were killed in the tunnel between the main building and the farm; they are also reported to haunt the tunnel area. The spirit that is seen the most is a young girl with long dark hair, and she would usually appear in windows and the tunnels, she seems to be a friendly sprit.
In October 2005, the demolition of the asylum began. Hardwood floors were used throughout the building before asbestos was so popular so there was very little used. Although the building was abandoned for many years, there were no spider webs, any other bugs, rats, or mice in the building like most abandoned buildings would have, this was very unusual. In the winter, there would be three inch thick frost along the bottom of the stair well walls. It did not go all the way up, and there was no frost on the stairs. The pictures taken were taken when the building and the sky were clearly seen, but when the pictures came back from being developed there was always a white fog in the pictures. Some believe it was the spirits of the people that died at the asylum.
There were many mysterious things found in rooms from hobos, campsites from transients, trespassers and other entrepreneurs. In one particular room, there was a circle of tea light candles. It appeared that someone was trying to summon the spirits or perform satanic rituals. Also, there were pools of blood leading from different rooms and down hallways, as well as bloody hand prints on the walls. It looked like someone had sacrificed a chicken with the amount of blood that was spread all over or injured there selves in the process.
In 2005 the building was deemed unstable. There were reports that there were voices, footsteps, and much more when people looked around the abandoned asylum. The bowling alley and the movie theater were still recognizable. (People described it as a very creepy experience for them.)
In the fall of 2006, a group of people investigated half of the asylum, and received a very good EVP reading from the building. The tunnels were flooded at the time, so they were not able to go in them.
Another group of people investigated it when half of the building and the floors were gone. It was a very rainy day, and apart of the ceiling on the top floor caved in while they were on the lower floor. They described it as a little scary, and were also able to get an EVP reading. To listen to the reading try http://www.cwparanormalresearch.com/ it was taken on one of the patient balconies. There were only two women present at the time of the recording.
A group of students were making a video for one of their classes when they heard some running and other weird noises. As they were exiting the building, there was what appeared to be a face, whose eyes were looking right at the camera. To see this picture go to the site listed below. http://oldnorwood.zooshare.com/1.shtml/what%20do%20u%20think.
Currently, the office has a bell that is set off whenever a vehicle enters the yard. Even on quiet windless days the bell will ring for seemingly no reason. We are unable to use radio frequency equipment across the old tunnels. Strange images appear on surveillance cameras. There are many unexplainable computer problems, and strange interference on telephone lines. There also is an excessive amount of lightning strikes.
CW20 Greenwood Cemetery Armenia Township near Nekoosa
The Town of Armenia Shadow Thing
Richard D. Hendricks
It was 1961, and three joyriding teenagers, Bernard, Glenn and Tom were rodding around the countryside north of Necedah, stopping at beer joints and raising a little hell. It was October, the air getting crisp with the onset of winter, the fall foliage past its peak, riotous reds and bright yellows fading to rust and brown, leaves dropping and piling under maples and oaks. It was one last gorgeous day in fall; the last exhale before months of cold and snow. The three were out having a good time, jamming in as much fun as possible in the fading warmth, knowing too well this was their last carefree opportunity for several more months. Or maybe ever. They were becoming men, and with that new responsibilities, new paths.
Aimlessly following the county roads, today not a care in the world, they found themselves in the town of Armenia, near Petenwell Lake and south of the present day National Guard Bombing and Gunnery Range. They chanced upon a cemetery, and pulled up to the gates to decide what to do with themselves for the remainder of the evening. It was a convenient stop, quiet, no one around. The moon was high; the night still warm. You could take a leak, joke with your buddies, dream of your futures.
Motion caught their eyes.
Soundlessly, unaided, the closed cemetery iron gates swung open. Open-mouthed, they stared.
No one was there; the breeze gentle. Yet the gate had swung back, with no visible agent. Though getting dark, they could see the gate quite clearly.
Did you see that?
As suddenly, an inhuman howl splits the air from deep within the cemetery. Again, in another corner. And again, in another. The screaming howl seems to be coming from everywhere at once. Their eyes dart, trying to pinpoint the source in the dim light.
Only tombstones and trees.
No doubt made bold by beer and youth, the trio decide to investigate. They're afraid, yet it's the strangest thing.
What is it?
Curiosity drawing them on, they cautiously creep through the open gate, holding their breath, searching the gloom.
Again, howling here. Howling there. Howling everywhere, ringing all around them.
Bernard sees the apparition first. At least six feet tall, hunched near a crooked leaning headstone, a black human-like shape without noticeable neck. The figure is completely black, a three dimensional shadowy blotch against the fading light.
It disappears. Reappears by another headstone, howling all the while.
They all see it, now. Riveted by fear, they watch the shape's disappearing trick.
Here; there; darting; howling.
The featureless shadow suddenly appears astride a fresh grave. They see the low mound in the moonlight. Though under a brightly shining moon, the shape is featureless. "We were seeing it, yet we weren't," Bernard later recalls.
The howls turn to screams as the shape begins jumping and landing on the freshpacked earth. Up, down, screaming.
Everything unhinges. The teens scrabble back to their car, fishtailing and squealing tires out of the drive. They chatter nonstop, trying to make sense of what they had witnessed.
Naturally they take refuge, pulling into one of their haunts, a saloon they often frequent, where they find a couple of other guys they know. Over beers, they tell their wild story, interrupting one another to interject details, interpretations. Their pals are skeptical.
Intrigued, or maybe on a dare, the original trio and their two friends return to the cemetery in two cars. It's either a joke or a hoax or the boys can't hold their beer, the two friends can't decide. The trio's fear, though, seems genuine.
At the cemetery gates both drivers kill their engines, but leave on the headlights. In the glare the shadows are blacker, longer. Tombstones poke up everywhere, a few trees, but nothing else.
All is silence.
In the hush, the five slowly enter through the still open gate. In a corner stands the locked cemetery storage shed. The caretaker keeps his equipment and tools here. The door yawns wide.
One thinks he sees movement inside the shed. They all strain to peer into that darkness, but cannot discern any shape or movement.
Cautiously the five creep forward through the stillness.
As they near the door, nudging one another forward, a soul-searing howl explodes from within the tiny shed.
Falling all over one another to get away, Bernard later claimed his hair stood on end at the horrific noise. A sound he claims to still hear thirty years later, but never wants to experience again. In blind panic they stumble back to their cars, fumble with keys, nearly colliding cars in their haste to get away.
Later all claimed that the shape, whatever it was, had been standing just inside the shed door as they crept upon it. Watching them looking for it. All claimed an uncanny feeling of overwhelming terror as they fled.
Bernard returned the next day with his brother, this time under full sunlight. It had bothered him all night, and he wanted to see what was there. Under the clear cold light of day.
The fresh grave where they had seen the shadowy form jumping and screaming appeared undisturbed. Untouched, no footprints.
It remains a mystery these many years later.
Glenn refuses to speak of the incident to this day.
A friend of Bernard's passed away in the intervening years. He was buried in this quiet cemetery in the town of Armenia. Though more than willing to talk about that terrifying October night in 1961, Bernard doesn't much care to visit his friend's grave. He's still uneasy.
Though over the years he's gone over it again and again in his mind, Bernard has yet to find an explanation that satisfies. It wasn't a bigfoot. It wasn't a projected image. It wasn't a Hallowe'en prank played on them. The three had randomly arrived at the cemetery in the first place. And they hadn't had that much beer to drink, and besides, how could five people be similarly affected?
Maybe we'll never know what the five young men saw that day. Is the black shadow still out there, sometimes howling and dancing atop fresh dug graves in the town of Armenia?
Are you brave enough to find out ...?
NE02 Fifield Cemetery Fifield
Voices heard here at night. Weird feelings. Pictures taken there sometimes show orbs and mist swirling around headstones. Strange shadows sometimes seen.
NE02 Railroad Crossing Near Holy Cross Fifield
A ghostly woman appears near the tracks where she was killed by a train.
NE03 LDF Casino BIngo Hall Lac du Flambeau
This one likes to push people. My mom works there, a couple of times when she was there alone with one other person she would all of a sudden be pushed by an unseen force and was also witnessed by the other person. Another time a surveillance man was in to change tapes and heard screaming and a kid talking, he was the only one there. (theshadowlands.net)