Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[Forever is Now]

I think Ive heard of the melon heads but I cant remember the story

[Zitface]

If anyone wants any Ohioan legends (like the Melonheads), just ask.
so, do you guys want me to repost it? I'm pretty sure I already did, but it is WAAAAAY back in the topic.

[Squid-a-roni]

SKLDHFKJSDLGK. I know this legend, as being a native of Ohio, of the Melon Head Children. I just happened to be STUPID enough to look up PICTURES of these things. Bad idea. Baaaad idea. e-e
Here's the story:
The melon head stories of Ohio are primarily associated with the Cleveland suburb of Kirtland. According to local lore, the melon heads were originally orphans under the watch of a mysterious figure known as Dr. Crow (sometimes spelled Crowe or Kroh). Crow is said to have performed unusual experiments on the children, who developed large, hairless heads and malformed bodies. Some accounts claim that the children were already suffering from hydrocephalus, and that Crow injected even more fluid into their brains.

Eventually, the legend continues, the children killed Crow, burned the orphanage, and retreated to the surrounding forests. Today, some believe that the melon heads may be sighted along Wisner Road in Kirtland and Chardon Township.

I lost the page that has the version I prefer, because it includes one detail this one forgot:
They also feed on babies. Eeyup. They eat your babbies on the sides of them Cleveland roads.

Here's another Ohio legend:
Cheyenne Dogmen
Back in the Native american days, there was reportedly a tribe of Native Americans, what tribe has been lost either to history or to me, that were rumored to be able to turn into dogs, and in some tellings of this story, wolves. It was said that they died down and out with the other tribes, but it is rumored that there are still a few dogmen roaming the woods around Cheyenne, Ohio. As in the case of the variations, it is also told that they are merely the spirits of the dogmen.

I heard this one by ear, so the details are a bit fuzzy. I personally LOVE the Dogmen story.

Ohio is famous for Helltown and it's Cry Baby Bridges, and a long time ago, when I was probably eight or nine, my sister (Ashley) went to a Cry Baby Bridge with her friends, (one that's boarded off from the public now, good for her for getting to it before it got shut down) , two or three of her friends, and she came home BAWLING. Her friends looked like they saw a ghost. They didn't see one, but they sure as hell saw Ashley's hair almost get pulled out of her scalp by something that wasn't there. Something LITERALLY tried to pull her hair out of her scalp, with RIPPING force.

Another Ohio legend:
The aforementioned "Helltown"
"There are many legends regarding Helltown. The most popular ones regard satanists and an abandoned house in the middle of the woods. Others regard the Boston Cemetery and the Boston Mills Road bridge, which is believed to be a crybaby bridge.
Stanford Road
Stanford Road, nicknamed "The Highway to Hell," features prominently in Helltown's myths and legends. A steep hill and sharp dropoff on the road, leading to a barricade, is known as "The End of the World."
Cemetery
Another popular place for legends is the Boston cemetery, which is said to be haunted. Reports claim sightings of a ghostly man, a moving tree, and grave robbers.
The School Bus
There was an abandoned school bus along Stanford Road near the End of the World that was supposedly haunted; at night a ghostly figure smoking a cigarette could be seen inside the bus. The bus has since been removed.
Satanists
Satanists have been said to practice rituals involving animal sacrifice at a Presbyterian church off of Boston Mills Road. Decorative fascia boards on the church had what appeared to be upside-down crosses carved into them. These fascia boards were removed sometime in the early-to-mid 2000s (decade). It was also reported that groups of black hooded figures, apparently Satanists, tried to stop occupants passing through Boston Village at night in cars by blocking the road. More recently, the myth has included the KKK in the place of Satanists. It's also said that an escaped mental patient roams the woods at night looking for victims.
Mutants
As mentioned above, a rumor persists about the town being the site of a chemical spill or a chemical plant explosion in the area. Usually, a butane plant is the cause. This is often used to explain the local legend of the "Peninsula Python", a gigantic snake that wanders the area's woods. However, there has never been a chemical plant in the area; the "Peninsula python" myth dates back to the 1940s. There was, as mentioned above, a chemical dump a short distance from Boston Village, but no one other than the hiker was ever affected by the spill. It has been proven there has since never been a spill in that area."
My thanks to Wikipedia.

Another of my favorite Ohio legends:
Warlock's Grave
"An absurdly decrepit, easily overlooked cemetery in New Philadelphia is one of that town's best-known haunted places. The fenced-in plot is located at the corner of Ridge Road and University Drive, and it's only recognizable as a graveyard if you open the gate and step inside. Otherwise, the flattened headstones are obscured by the surrounding grass and other greenery. Rehobeth Church stood here from 1850 until 1877.
One stone in particular is the focal point of the legends: a black rectangle near the back of the enclosure. They say a warlock is buried here, and they also say that his head was cut from his body and secured into the black stone. Reuniting the two parts will cause him to rise from the dead. My advice is to leave him alone. But that might not be enough; according to the myth, each year the two parts inch closer to one another, subject to the irresistable pull of his will even 100+ years after his death. When the two parts meet and his head mounts his shoulders once more, he'll emerge from the grave and wreak warlock-y havoc on New Philadelphia. Or so they say."
The last part is a bit of a buzz kill, but hey, they could be lying.

"It turns out that the guy whose body (skeleton, now) rests beneath the warlock stone was actually the one who donated the money to build Rehobeth Church, so if he really did make a pact with Satan (as warlocks are reputed to do), he must have been able to keep his hobbies separate from his philanthropy. Or maybe he was just hedging his bets."
My thanks to http://www.forgottenoh.com/Counties/Tus ... obeth.html

I'm intensely proud of being an Ohioan, as judged by the immense amount of legends.
Bloody Mary is also a statewide local legend. Suck it.
get it suck it, bloody mary blood vampires crappy pun i know

found it on page 339

[Zitface]

you good o-o
Well, thank you for saving me some effort, and you raised some of the old other legends.
I'm a native Ohioan, from Lodi, though I live in Texas now (hate it e-e). So I have a pretty good, if not great, grasp on a lot of Ohioan legends.

[Jenn the Psycho]

you good o-o
Well, thank you for saving me some effort, and you raised some of the old other legends.
I'm a native Ohioan, from Lodi, though I live in Texas now (hate it e-e). So I have a pretty good, if not great, grasp on a lot of Ohioan legends.

I would love to hear some of them, please, do tell c:

[Zoruakat]

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[Jenn the Psycho]

Please don't post unless you are posting a story, giving feedback on one, or asking about one. Otherwise its just spam ^-^
Oh and about the melonheads, I looked them up, that was pretty creepy o.e

[Zitface]

My thanks to Ghosts of Ohio (lol GoO) for this one:
"The legend of the Elmore Rider opens on March 21st with our hero returning from a successful tour of duty in the war. The moment he steps inside his house, he greets his parents, throws big bags down, and hops on his motorcycle, riding off to surprise his girlfriend who lives just on the other side of the bridge nearby. As our hero reaches his girlfriend's house, he notices movement from her bedroom. Making his way to her window, the young man prepares to knock and surprise her…and is horrified to see her in the arms of another man. Enraged, he climbs back aboard his motorcycle peels out of the driveway, spraying dirt and rocks from his rear tire. As our hero tears down the road towards the bridge, he realizes too late that he is driving far too fast to negotiate the terrain. Tires squealing, the man slides off the road and into a barbed wire fence, decapitating himself in the process.

Today, it is said that if you go to the bridge on March 21st, the anniversary of our hero death, his ghost will appear and reenact his fateful drive to the bridge. Just flash your headlights three times and shortly after that, a ghostly white headlight will appear and move towards your car. Just before the light reaches the bridge, it will disappear.

Of course, just the mention of having to flash your headlights three times makes the whole story sound like an urban legend. And to be honest, the story of the Elmore Rider might very well have faded into obscurity save for the "research" of one man; Richard Gill.

Richard Gill is a man who has managed to become something of a folklore hero as he is the one said to have conducted the only "scientific experiments" related to the Elmore Rider. According to Gill, in 1969 he and an unnamed friend drove out to the bridge on March 21st and attempted to summon the Rider. They were successful and the light passed by their car. Excited, Gill and his friend decided to try an experiment. Stretching a long piece of string across the road, they once again flashed their lights and summoned the Rider. Once again, the ghostly headlight appeared and moved down to the section of road with the string across it. After the light had disappeared, Gill went and inspected the string and found that it was still intact and unbroken, even though the ghostly light appeared to have passed right through it.

Undaunted, Gill decided to go a step further and asked his friend to stand in the middle of the road to see if he could make out anything specific about the ghostly light. The friend agreed and took his place in the middle of the road while Gill summoned the Rider. As Gill watched, the light appeared in the distance and began moving towards his friend. As the light reached the section of road where his friend was standing, Gill lost sight of his friend. When the light finally disappeared, Gill ran to the place in the road where he had left his friend, only to find it vacant. Eventually, Gill found his friend lying in a nearby ditch, semi-conscious and disoriented. He had no recollection as to how he had gotten there. At that point, Gill wisely decided that the experiments were over for the evening.

Such is the famous story that has allowed the Elmore Rider to linger on. As with any good ghost story, though, there are questions. For example, no one has even come up with the Rider's real name or for an explanation as to why you have to flash your headlights. Indeed, even the very location of the bridge in question is open to debate. But when all you need to see a ghost is a calendar and working headlights, what have you got to lose? So go ahead; drive out to the bridge of your choice in Elmore on March 21st, flash your lights three times and see what happens. Just a bit of advice, though; try not to stand in the middle of the road."

I felt it wrong to change the story from it's original point of view, so note this is not my experiences.
I think somebody has got a widdle grudge, how cute.

I was stupid enough to look for a picture of a melonhead.
neveragainneveragain

[the crown,]

Jennifer was restingafter recovering from cancer. She was watching TV and emailing her friends, when suddenly over the TV speakers and on both the computer and TV screen was a message: Watch your head..... Mwahahaha! While she was pondering this message, she felt a pain in her head and she blacked out. She later woke up in the hospital, and a doctor said to her, "Your cancer has come back." Then in a creepy voice he said, " Watch your head." and she died. When she was in heaven, all the angels and god turned into creepy stalkers and said," Watch your head."

[Zitface]

Here's another rocking Ohio Legend, this time from Egypt Pike, Ross County, Ohio:
Enos Kay
In the small town of Egypt Pike in Ross County, there lived a young man named Enos Kay. Enos was a hard-working man and the envy of the entire town, having managed to capture the affections of the local beauty, Alvira.

For several years, Enos scrimped and saved until he finally had enough money for a proper wedding. Arrangements were underway, the wedding clothes were being fashioned, and everything was going well for the young couple until one fateful day in 1869 when they decided to attend a church picnic.

A stranger attended the church picnic that day. None of the townspeople knew who he was, although some believed that his name was Smith (other accounts of the story say that his name was Johnston, Brown, or Broughton). Whatever his name, one thing was certain: the stranger had set his sights on the beautiful Alvira. Over the course of the day, the handsome stranger wooed Alvira while the mild-mannered Enos simply stood by and watched.

The following day, stories began to spread—Alvira had been seen walking hand-in-hand with the mysterious stranger! Enos calmly dismissed the rumors. He knew such things were not possible, for Alvira had pledged her love to him.

A few days later, however, whispers spread that the stranger had crept up to Alvira’s bedroom window in the middle of the night and proposed to her. Alvira had accepted, and the two of them had eloped. Stunned by the story, Enos immediately went to his fiancée’s house, where he discovered that Alvira was gone.

Overcome with grief and anger, Enos swore to haunt all happy young lovers until the JudgmentDay. Shortly after uttering those words, Enos committed suicide. Some versions of the story claim that he calmly walked out into the fields to kill himself; others claim that he hung himself from the rafters of Timmons Bridge, the local lovers’ lane.

Soon after Enos’ funeral, curious stories were heard of young couples who had met at Timmons Bridge and reported that an unseen force had attacked their buggies. Some frightened couples said that the roofs of their buggies had been yanked open to reveal the face of Enos Kay peering down at them, a devilish grin on his face.

The evolution of modern automobiles has not stopped Enos Kay, and reported encounters with his ghost continue to this day. He does not bother lone motorists or couples who are arguing. True to his word, he only haunts happy young couples. With that in mind, The Ghosts of Ohio would like to offer this bit of friendly advice: If, on some dark night, you and your significant other should find yourselves happily approaching Timmons Bridge, consider this: it might be a good time to resurrect the age-old argument as to who left the toilet seat up.

My thanks to GoO.
I enjoy how this one has a somewhat lighthearted ending despite the horrors that are ensuing while the last bit was said. I enjoy things like that.