Dracula
10-31-2004, 01:48 PM
To start off, I'm a pretty big believer in ghosts... I've lived in this crazy-ass house all my life, and I'm convinced its pretty frickin' haunted. Of course, if you're not a believer, don't rub that in my face or start a debate. This is just a fun story, and I'm just hopin' you'll enjoy it... since it is Halloween. :shrug:
This is quoted right off my Xanga... sorta. I rearranged parts of it. I'll give you guys the background of the legend first...
...welcome to Bloods Point Road...
http://milo.blogs.com/uno/bridgebspoint.jpg
The story about the bridge… The factual part is that people have died on it. Many stories of how they died, but lives have certainly ended here. The biggest story (which is prolly an urban legend, but who knows) is the school bus full of kids falling off the bridge, killing the children. There’s also the farmer who killed his daughter, then hung himself off the railings, which I believe truly happened (you’ll see why). Anyways, you drive up in the middle of this bridge, and put your car in neutral… with a little patience, your car will start moving. For a bonus, if you put baby powder on the bumper, handprints will show up. (there's so many places with this legend, it aint even funny)
Next cool place down this road is Bloods Point Cemetery. This one is pretty self-explanatory, since they're dead people everywhere. Well, late at night, apparitions begin to walk around. You can also hear whispers and whistling/humming coming from the tool shed. By the way, the ghosts out here... are severely pissed off.
...and there's the Stone Wall (which is where I wanted to go) that blocks off a trail that leads into woods. People have seen orbs and apparitions running into the woods here. Apparently, if you go too far into the woods, you might get chased by a farmer with a shotgun, who disappears as soon as you reach the wall... this happens to be the father that killed his daughter. (this guys must be everywhere...)
The phantom black car. Sometimes its parked in the cemetery, other times it comes off the bridge, and most of the time it just comes out of nowhere. This old black car/truck just chases you on your ass until you're out of the area. I told Janine and Jenny about this, so they're aware if anything's behind us... My older sister's ex was chased by this thing. He said it came from under the bridge when it chased him... which is odd, but truly freaky.
Then there's this light that hangs over the road... apparently it doesn't stay in the same place, just keeps moving at night. Dunno about this one, but whatevah There's also the report of electronic devices not working on this road. Flashlights, cameras, even when you shut your car off, it won't start... wouldn't that suck if you couldn't get your car started, and that phantom car came from behind you?
Ok, on with my experience... this is what my dumbass did Thursday night... sober... :disgust:
Friday, October 29, 6:39 PM ...from fiXXXer3x4stone's Xanga
Last… night… was… fuckin’… AWESOME!!!
I finally had the chance to do what I’ve been planning for the past year… I went to Blood’s Point Road. Gawd, it freaked the hell out of me… (*NOTE* The following story is not bullshit. This all happened late last night… there are two more witnesses that agree to the following story. Talk to them if you must.)
Two of my buds, Janine and Jenny, stopped by my house last night, we drove around, hung out, yada yada yada, and the crazy idea popped up… “Let’s go to Blood’s Point Road!!!” Immediately, we were on our way... I remembered it came off of Irene Rd… which came off of Route 20 in Belvidere… So, we found Irene pretty easily, and kept going… and going… and going… ‘til we all saw a rusted street sign saying “BL PT RD”… our destination. We headed for the bridge.
So, I got out... shook some of that baby-booty-powder on that bumper, and Janine shifted in neutral... We waited... and waited... and waited... nothing. We sat there on the middle of the bridge, and nothing happened. So, instead of crying about it, we went to the cemetery.
We pulled over to the side and got out of the car… We went up to the gates, just to look at the graveyard. There was that scary-movie-style ominous mist that hovered through the headstones. Well, I’ll be honest… I was the first one to freak out. I’ve seen a lot of ghostly shit in my lifetime, especially where I live… For a fraction of a second, I saw an orange glow glide past a gravestone, and as it got closer… it looked like an orange dress, a transparent orange dress, walking… Jenny and Janine saw my face, and they knew something wasn't right… So we all ran back in the car, they were screaming… I was sitting there, just processing what it was I just saw. We went about a mile, with deep breaths and heavy heartrates, before we decided to go back.
The second time back to the cemetery, we decided to just sit there and watch. We wouldn’t freak out ,we would just watch… but if we saw anything, we would tell right away… With a little bit of patience, the cemetery was alive again. Just in the corner of our eyes, we’d see little balls of light fly between graves like fireflies. We even began to see little black shadows rush between graves. Jenny saw an apparition, much similar to mine… she saw a white cloud “walking” in the back of the cemetery, which began to take a human form… as soon as Jenny said “holy shit”, it headed toward the fence we were lined up at (when I say "headed toward", I don't mean it started walking to us... it pretty much ran up in a flash towards the fence)… By the time Jenny started running to the car screaming, the white apparition was standing where Jenny was standing… That's exactly when I saw it.
We got the hell out of there… Jenny was balling her eyes out, she was so freaked out… We decided to go back to the bridge. We made sure Jenny was ok before we got back out of the car. I got out, shook the baby powder on the bumper again, and got back in… Janine put the car in neutral again, and we waited… and waited.. and... suddenly, we felt the wheels move forward, and we just sat back and enjoyed the fun ride… The bridge is pretty level, so even if there was a slight slant, we wouldn’t have been moving as fast as we were… When we got away from the bridge, I got out to check the bumper… (wait for this one) ...fingertips. Tiny prints of kids’ fingertips. We had to look hard, but they were there. When I first saw one, I yelled to Janine and Jenny “You wanna check this out?” …they both freaked… and got back in the car.
If you don’t see a pattern already… we went back to the cemetery. We really liked some of the things we saw out there, and we made sure we weren’t gonna freak out again. Alrighty, so, we get there, park in the grass, and watch… and watch… and watch… Well, we spent the whole time watching when we should’ve been listening… there was humming. Humming, as in someone just walking around humming a nameless tune. Humming, and moaning. I asked them “Anyone else hear that?” before they heard it… by the time they heard it, it got louder. We began seeing flickering lights in the darkness under the trees, and the light over the toolshed kept flickering… so did Janine’s interior lights. My cell phone even started acting goofy (I’m not saying Verizon was being a bitch, I’m saying the actual cell phone was acting weird). The last thing I saw out there were (what looked like) a pair of red eyes staring at us. That was the last trip to the graveyard.
We made our final trip to the bridge… We did the same thing, get out, shake baby powder, get back in… this one took pretty long, but it was so worth it… Jenny exclaimed “I just heard a kid laugh”…that’s when the car started to move. Janine rolled her window down, just to make sure if we could all hear it… we heard some sort of child-like voice in the distance… but we also heard the sound of a rope creaking. Actually, it sounded like two or three ropes creaking off the railing (take note of what I said in the beginning…). The farther we moved, the louder and faster the creaking got… *creeeeeeak…creeeeeak…creeeak… creeak… creak…creak-creak-creak-creak*… Janine put the car in gear and took off. We pulled over on the side of the road to see the bumper again… This time, we were blown away. There were all sorts of marks this time, all of them resembeling childrens’ fingers, in different patterns… There were a lot of fingertips, some full fingers, quite a few palms, even scratching… I lost count of how many of these I found. We were all observing the bumper, when all of the sudden, I felt a gust of wind on my neck… and then we heard a tapping on Janine’s window. Janine went back to the driver’s side, when she felt a cold pinch on the back of her neck. After Janine told us something was touching her, I felt a cold chill in the back of my neck. We got back in that car, and ripped right out of there… On the way home, we didn’t even look back.
...that was a pretty fun night. I went there the next night, but there were a buncha teenagers having a party on the bridge. There were also cops everywhere, which busted all the drunks/stoners. I'll be goin' again sometime soon... :bouncy:
So, who else has a crazy story to share? Or knows of any sorta local legends?
This is quoted right off my Xanga... sorta. I rearranged parts of it. I'll give you guys the background of the legend first...
...welcome to Bloods Point Road...
http://milo.blogs.com/uno/bridgebspoint.jpg
The story about the bridge… The factual part is that people have died on it. Many stories of how they died, but lives have certainly ended here. The biggest story (which is prolly an urban legend, but who knows) is the school bus full of kids falling off the bridge, killing the children. There’s also the farmer who killed his daughter, then hung himself off the railings, which I believe truly happened (you’ll see why). Anyways, you drive up in the middle of this bridge, and put your car in neutral… with a little patience, your car will start moving. For a bonus, if you put baby powder on the bumper, handprints will show up. (there's so many places with this legend, it aint even funny)
Next cool place down this road is Bloods Point Cemetery. This one is pretty self-explanatory, since they're dead people everywhere. Well, late at night, apparitions begin to walk around. You can also hear whispers and whistling/humming coming from the tool shed. By the way, the ghosts out here... are severely pissed off.
...and there's the Stone Wall (which is where I wanted to go) that blocks off a trail that leads into woods. People have seen orbs and apparitions running into the woods here. Apparently, if you go too far into the woods, you might get chased by a farmer with a shotgun, who disappears as soon as you reach the wall... this happens to be the father that killed his daughter. (this guys must be everywhere...)
The phantom black car. Sometimes its parked in the cemetery, other times it comes off the bridge, and most of the time it just comes out of nowhere. This old black car/truck just chases you on your ass until you're out of the area. I told Janine and Jenny about this, so they're aware if anything's behind us... My older sister's ex was chased by this thing. He said it came from under the bridge when it chased him... which is odd, but truly freaky.
Then there's this light that hangs over the road... apparently it doesn't stay in the same place, just keeps moving at night. Dunno about this one, but whatevah There's also the report of electronic devices not working on this road. Flashlights, cameras, even when you shut your car off, it won't start... wouldn't that suck if you couldn't get your car started, and that phantom car came from behind you?
Ok, on with my experience... this is what my dumbass did Thursday night... sober... :disgust:
Friday, October 29, 6:39 PM ...from fiXXXer3x4stone's Xanga
Last… night… was… fuckin’… AWESOME!!!
I finally had the chance to do what I’ve been planning for the past year… I went to Blood’s Point Road. Gawd, it freaked the hell out of me… (*NOTE* The following story is not bullshit. This all happened late last night… there are two more witnesses that agree to the following story. Talk to them if you must.)
Two of my buds, Janine and Jenny, stopped by my house last night, we drove around, hung out, yada yada yada, and the crazy idea popped up… “Let’s go to Blood’s Point Road!!!” Immediately, we were on our way... I remembered it came off of Irene Rd… which came off of Route 20 in Belvidere… So, we found Irene pretty easily, and kept going… and going… and going… ‘til we all saw a rusted street sign saying “BL PT RD”… our destination. We headed for the bridge.
So, I got out... shook some of that baby-booty-powder on that bumper, and Janine shifted in neutral... We waited... and waited... and waited... nothing. We sat there on the middle of the bridge, and nothing happened. So, instead of crying about it, we went to the cemetery.
We pulled over to the side and got out of the car… We went up to the gates, just to look at the graveyard. There was that scary-movie-style ominous mist that hovered through the headstones. Well, I’ll be honest… I was the first one to freak out. I’ve seen a lot of ghostly shit in my lifetime, especially where I live… For a fraction of a second, I saw an orange glow glide past a gravestone, and as it got closer… it looked like an orange dress, a transparent orange dress, walking… Jenny and Janine saw my face, and they knew something wasn't right… So we all ran back in the car, they were screaming… I was sitting there, just processing what it was I just saw. We went about a mile, with deep breaths and heavy heartrates, before we decided to go back.
The second time back to the cemetery, we decided to just sit there and watch. We wouldn’t freak out ,we would just watch… but if we saw anything, we would tell right away… With a little bit of patience, the cemetery was alive again. Just in the corner of our eyes, we’d see little balls of light fly between graves like fireflies. We even began to see little black shadows rush between graves. Jenny saw an apparition, much similar to mine… she saw a white cloud “walking” in the back of the cemetery, which began to take a human form… as soon as Jenny said “holy shit”, it headed toward the fence we were lined up at (when I say "headed toward", I don't mean it started walking to us... it pretty much ran up in a flash towards the fence)… By the time Jenny started running to the car screaming, the white apparition was standing where Jenny was standing… That's exactly when I saw it.
We got the hell out of there… Jenny was balling her eyes out, she was so freaked out… We decided to go back to the bridge. We made sure Jenny was ok before we got back out of the car. I got out, shook the baby powder on the bumper again, and got back in… Janine put the car in neutral again, and we waited… and waited.. and... suddenly, we felt the wheels move forward, and we just sat back and enjoyed the fun ride… The bridge is pretty level, so even if there was a slight slant, we wouldn’t have been moving as fast as we were… When we got away from the bridge, I got out to check the bumper… (wait for this one) ...fingertips. Tiny prints of kids’ fingertips. We had to look hard, but they were there. When I first saw one, I yelled to Janine and Jenny “You wanna check this out?” …they both freaked… and got back in the car.
If you don’t see a pattern already… we went back to the cemetery. We really liked some of the things we saw out there, and we made sure we weren’t gonna freak out again. Alrighty, so, we get there, park in the grass, and watch… and watch… and watch… Well, we spent the whole time watching when we should’ve been listening… there was humming. Humming, as in someone just walking around humming a nameless tune. Humming, and moaning. I asked them “Anyone else hear that?” before they heard it… by the time they heard it, it got louder. We began seeing flickering lights in the darkness under the trees, and the light over the toolshed kept flickering… so did Janine’s interior lights. My cell phone even started acting goofy (I’m not saying Verizon was being a bitch, I’m saying the actual cell phone was acting weird). The last thing I saw out there were (what looked like) a pair of red eyes staring at us. That was the last trip to the graveyard.
We made our final trip to the bridge… We did the same thing, get out, shake baby powder, get back in… this one took pretty long, but it was so worth it… Jenny exclaimed “I just heard a kid laugh”…that’s when the car started to move. Janine rolled her window down, just to make sure if we could all hear it… we heard some sort of child-like voice in the distance… but we also heard the sound of a rope creaking. Actually, it sounded like two or three ropes creaking off the railing (take note of what I said in the beginning…). The farther we moved, the louder and faster the creaking got… *creeeeeeak…creeeeeak…creeeak… creeak… creak…creak-creak-creak-creak*… Janine put the car in gear and took off. We pulled over on the side of the road to see the bumper again… This time, we were blown away. There were all sorts of marks this time, all of them resembeling childrens’ fingers, in different patterns… There were a lot of fingertips, some full fingers, quite a few palms, even scratching… I lost count of how many of these I found. We were all observing the bumper, when all of the sudden, I felt a gust of wind on my neck… and then we heard a tapping on Janine’s window. Janine went back to the driver’s side, when she felt a cold pinch on the back of her neck. After Janine told us something was touching her, I felt a cold chill in the back of my neck. We got back in that car, and ripped right out of there… On the way home, we didn’t even look back.
...that was a pretty fun night. I went there the next night, but there were a buncha teenagers having a party on the bridge. There were also cops everywhere, which busted all the drunks/stoners. I'll be goin' again sometime soon... :bouncy:
So, who else has a crazy story to share? Or knows of any sorta local legends?