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[blackshirt5]

OK, I'm just trying to compile this for a Horror Game that I'm gonna run in the near future(I feel a sidetrack coming on!); I wanted to get feedback from people though, as frankly there's only so many horror games one can run on local NJ legends.

So It falls to ENWorld.


If you can(especially people from places near NJ, like Pennsylvania, New York, and Connecticut, but anywhere is great), tell me a bit about the local spooks and legends from your town or area; anything is good, even if it's just stuff about Bigfoot or the legend behind a creepy old house or cemetery. I think that this could be a great resource for people's games, especially if you're like me and you've got something special planned for Halloween...

 

[alsih2o]

there is a great local story (partially true) about a man back home who was a butcher. he married 8 times(true) and killed all 8 wives claiming they just "ran away" (true)

he also happened to be a butcher, adn an avid fisherman (true) and rumor started that he butchered at least 3 of his wives and fed them to customers (unfounded legend).

later, he was found messing around with a farmers wife (true) and he and the farmer got in a fight at his favorite fishing spot where the farmer ended up drowning him (true). now he is said to live under the waters of the local tributaries to the ohio, creeping out at night to murder, butcher and feed on young lovers on the banks (probably untrue)

his name was frank kersh(true) and he is a distant relative of my family. clear up into the 1950's ol' frank was listed as a suspect in several murders, despite the fact that he died in the 20's (true)


hope that helps. aquatic cannibal ghoul always went over big around campfires at least

 

[Halivar]

Oh wow. Tons. Up in the boonies of Penn. where my grandparents live, there's an old abandoned house out in the woods, looks JUST like the house from The Blair Witch Project. They say a lady killed her family there then killed herself. Reall bloody-like. Every time it rains at night, the cieling and walls are covered in blood. My uncle and mother both swear to have seen this. Probably the wood just got dark from the water, but it was too dark for them to know that.

Down here in Georgia, we got tons of haunted graveyards and pre-war (civil, that is) houses that are haunted (so they say). Go find any of the Jeremy's series of ghost books (each highlights 13 haunted houses). Very nice if you want some good ol' southern ghost action.

 

[MEG Hal]

Fifty years ago, folks who made their living as sideshow attractions spent the winter months in this seaside town just outside Tampa. Back then, folks wouldn’t bat an eye when a bearded lady, hermaphrodite, or three-legged man ambled down the street. Some of the residents even affectionately called the place “Freaktown, USA.”
The circus and carnival people still reside here. But sideshows have gone the way of the minstrel act, and only a few elderly residents ever made a living as “professional freaks,” as they were once called.
Still, this town of 7,000 people, who largely live in small houses and trailers, remains the largest concentration of carnies. Residents of Gibsonton and vicinity are ticket takers, ride and attraction mechanics, working clowns, acrobats, and animal trainers.
These folks take a lot of pride in their profession, and they’re none too pleased with the throngs of reporters and political analysts who’ve arrived in their home state, calling the Florida election a “circus,” “carnival” and “sideshow.”
“I’ve been in circus life for 40 years, and let me tell you, a circus is highly organized and efficient. This election is chaotic,” says Jackie Le Claire, a retired white-face clown who traveled with Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus.
“You ever try to manage dozens of clowns, acrobats and wild animals? Don’t use ‘circus’ when you mean ‘disorganized,’” Le Claire says. “Everything needs to be precise. We could teach these election officials a thing or two.”

 

[MEG Hal]

Fifty years ago, folks who made their living as sideshow attractions spent the winter months in this seaside town just outside Tampa. Back then, folks wouldn’t bat an eye when a bearded lady, hermaphrodite, or three-legged man ambled down the street. Some of the residents even affectionately called the place “Freaktown, USA.”
The circus and carnival people still reside here. But sideshows have gone the way of the minstrel act, and only a few elderly residents ever made a living as “professional freaks,” as they were once called.
Still, this town of 7,000 people, who largely live in small houses and trailers, remains the largest concentration of carnies. Residents of Gibsonton and vicinity are ticket takers, ride and attraction mechanics, working clowns, acrobats, and animal trainers.
These folks take a lot of pride in their profession, and they’re none too pleased with the throngs of reporters and political analysts who’ve arrived in their home state, calling the Florida election a “circus,” “carnival” and “sideshow.”
“I’ve been in circus life for 40 years, and let me tell you, a circus is highly organized and efficient. This election is chaotic,” says Jackie Le Claire, a retired white-face clown who traveled with Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus.
“You ever try to manage dozens of clowns, acrobats and wild animals? Don’t use ‘circus’ when you mean ‘disorganized,’” Le Claire says. “Everything needs to be precise. We could teach these election officials a thing or two.”

Carnival sideshow star

The Resume
(?-November 29, 1992)
Born with deformed hands and legs
Why he might be annoying
He was an alcoholic.
He married twice and divorced once.
He physically abused his wife and two daughters.
He shot and killed his eldest daughter's fiance on the eve of their wedding. Due to his handicap, the judge let him off the hook.
On November 29, 1992, Stiles was murdered in the living room of his trailer home in Gibsonton, Florida. His family claimed he was a sadistic alcoholic who beat his wife, Mary Teresa. Fed up with the abuse, Teresa paid her son, Harry Glen Newman Jr., who hired his friend Chris Wyant to murder Lobster Boy. Teresa, Newman and Wyant were found guilty of murder and sentenced to prison.
Why he might not be annoying
He inherited the genetic disorder called Lobster Claw syndrome.
Silverchair used his picture on the cover of their 1997 album 'Freakshow.'

 

[LightPhoenix]

There's this city in New York called Syracuse...

That's all I have.

 

[Tarrasque Wrangler]

There's a lot of creepy goodness over in this thread that I started a while ago. Especially DaveO's stories about the freaky forest behind his house. I can't take that stuff...

 

[dave_o]

There's a lot of creepy goodness over in this thread that I started a while ago. Especially DaveO's stories about the freaky forest behind his house. I can't take that stuff...

Yeah, I'm moving to San Diego soon, but until then--

*quiver*

 

[Jamdin]

There are three local legends from south-central Kansas.

Old timers tell of an abandoned cemetery that belonged to a town that disappeard around the early 1930s. A father buried his beatuiful young daughter under a sheet of thick glass so all could behold her beauty even in death. Some say that a light radiates from the grave and if you listen closely you can hear a little girl singing an old child's song. Some late-night vistors to the cemetery claim that they have seen a beautiful girl playing.

Another tale that folks tell involves an old cathouse on the highway a mile south of town. Many passerbys have seen lights on in the abandoned house. The place was closed down after a young whore hung herself. Some say that if you dare spend a night in the house, you will see the woman re-enact her death. Nobody to this day has spent a full night there even on a dare.

There is also a bridge that is supposed to be huanted after a young woman jumped off it. She was jilted by her lover and committed suicide rather than spend life without him. Some drivers claim to almost hit young woman on the bridge. Of coure, almost every state claims a haunted bridge but I know this is a true one. My friend was driving home one night after visiting his girlfriend on her father's farm when he almost hit a woman standing on the bridge. He slammed on the brakes and got out of the car looking for her. My friend found no one around and he was shaken for several days.

There is also the story of the Stull Cemetery, which many claim to be a hellage in Kansas. Check out http://www.washburn.edu/cas/art/cyoho/archive/KStravel/stull/ for a very local legend.

 

[Wraith Form]

There's this city in New York called Syracuse...

That's all I have.

LOL!!! I live in Rochester but visit friends in East 'Cuse just about every week--so that's why I actually get this joke!