My room was at the top of the steps and I tend to be a light sleeper, so I would always wake up when I heard it, note the time, and made sure to ask everyone else the next day if they had been up around x-a.m. the previous night. Invariably they were not.

Eventually the lady showed herself to the only downstairs tenant, as she woke up one night to find her dead-asleep boyfriend talking to a lady who disappeared when she woke up. And one night I woke up to feel someone in my room and a hand on my back, and when I opened my eyes I vaguely saw something drawing back from my bed and disappearing (unfortunately I’m legally blind without correction, so no details on what I saw.)

But the best part? I used to take friends on the “haunted tours” of the city, ghost walks in the evening that were quite fun. One night I was chatting with the tour guide, a retired man in his sixties, who asked where I lived in town. When I told him, he mentioned that he had lived in the same place in the 1960s when he was in college. When I confirmed that I lived in the same house that he used to, he immediately asked, “Does she still walk the landing?”

Creepy.

My mom’s friend’s grandson saw an old man walking out from a room in the hospital. He mentioned this to his parents but they didn’t see anyone come out from the room! There were other strange incidents too and since then, this small boy’s family believed that he had this unusual gift!

I have another one told to me by this medical examiner. One night, he was called out into the mountains to investigate a dumped car. It was dark and foggy, but there was evidence of foul play. Him being very good and well known, went in a taxi. The fog was so thick the car was basically at a crawl even going uphill, despite the danger of the skitting backwards and crashing.

For some reason, the medical examiner’s taxi cannot seem to reach the area where the dumped car was. It’s the mountains, mind you, with a one way dirt road. It’s not like you can turn the wrong way and get lost. They drove for over an hour before the man started realized they seem to be circling. Over and over, cannot go higher into the mountains and unable to get down off the moutain. No matter what they did, the taxi kept circling.

By the time it was about 2 AM, the man saw a flash of something in the grassy hill. He asked the driver to park at a small side ditch right next to the mountain side and walked out towards a sloped area. Even with the heavy thick fog, freezing the weeds and grass into brittle tips, the Med Examiner walked through, pushing aside the tall grass where they kept circling and found the naked body of a woman.

He called it in and the police came almost immediately. The taxi driver and him were pretty much a half circle under the car wreck. There was no way for him to have been circling that entire time, or to see the glimpse of the woman’s body in the bushes since the grass was near their chest in height.

Ghost of Bellamy Bridge

It is a very tragic story but I recently discovered that research proves that it is not true, but it still makes for a great tale!

The true story of what happened to Elizabeth Jane (Croom) Bellamy is just as tragic if not more so but it isn’t a ghost story, or is it? Maybe it is still her that haunts the Bellamy Bridge!

The True Story