S18 Ep50: Haunted prisons, witch hunters and the devil's footprints: Hometown Legends 18 Part I (Sn. 18 Ep. 50)
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Good evening and welcome to Monsters Among Us. I am your guide, Derek Hayes. A good evening, indeed. It's a downright pleasure to have you here with us tonight. Per usual, I have all sorts of goodness lined up for you. But not per usual. Tonight's calls are going to be a little bit different.

than what we usually play here on the program. Because you see, we've reached that point in the season where things come to an end. And this evening we celebrate the end of season 18 with a special episode. Now when I first started this program nine years ago, I knew there would be a handful of folks out there that wanted to participate, but they simply didn't have a story of their own to share. I know that's rare.

Because in my experience, most everybody has had at least one weird, crazy, unexplainable or downright spooky story to share. But there are those rare individuals that simply have never had anything unexplainable happen to them. So I came up with a way that those people too could not only help provide content for the program, but also participate in the storytelling aspect of the show.

I named it "Hometown Legends" A special episode where we explore those local legends Small town tales and Fortean folklore Crybaby bridges, haunted forests Legendary encounters from a bygone era Or myths about a monster just outside of town And tonight just so happens to be the end of season 18 And one of those special episodes

A full hour and a half of nothing but tales from around the globe. But before we begin, a quick reminder and official trigger warning. Hometown legends by nature are typically gruesome. Discussion of murder, suicide, abuse, and other disturbing things lie ahead. So consider this your warning. Now to kick us off this evening, we begin in the Midwest of America. Missouri, specifically.

So here with a unique view of one of these legends is Vince from the Show Me State. Hey Derek, my name is Vince from Springfield, Missouri. I just wanted to give you a call about, it could be a hometown legends or just a story. It was about when I went to St. Joseph Correctional Center in St. Joseph, Missouri. It's a haunted prison. There's a lot of tales and stories about it.

but when I went there about three years ago, I went through diagnostics, got dressed out, got my mattress and everything, and it's a big prison. It's almost like a castle in many ways, and when the correctional officer was walking us up to one house, which used to be a sand asylum or something like that, a psych hospital, when we were walking up there, the CO said, if

if you're waking up by a little girl, she's just looking for her mother. And then if you see a woman jumping from a building or jumping from a window, just let her jump. And that shocked me in a way. And I never heard nothing about the prison before. So it,

It was kind of shocking. You know, this correctional officer, he was a lieutenant, so he worked there for at least 10 years or so. So it was kind of weird to see someone who's, you know, just a straight-laced kind of guy just say stuff like that. And then when we were in there, you know, I was on the second floor, and there were stories and rumors about a little girl that had jumped from the fourth floor window. And on the fourth floor, there are literally footprints,

In the floor. It's not on the floor. It's... It's like in the floor. Just footprints that are leading out to the window that she supposedly jumped from. Yeah.

You can't feel the footprints on the ground, but they're there. I mean, if you look at it right, you can see the footprints leading out the window. And, you know, you talk to correctional officers there. You know, you ask them, hey, have you ever seen anything, heard anything? You know, a lot of them have seen things on the monitors, on the cameras and stuff like that.

I never experienced anything myself, but there are stories about tunnels leading underneath the prison that go out separate ways where they used to transfer bodies and stuff like that. Out in the rec yard, which is right behind one house, there's a big dilapidated building, windows busted out and stuff like that.

And apparently, Ghost Adventures or Ghost Hunters or something like that apparently stayed the night there. And they couldn't even finish staying the night. Apparently, an entity or something like that was throwing stones at them or something. And every time we went onto the rec yard, you know, to play horseshoes, you know, just, you know, whatever, you know, that building was right there. And it just looked like something that would be haunted, you know what I mean? So...

Thank you, Vince, for your hometown legend.

Now, as spooky as all of this is, I'm still stuck on the angle from which the story is being told. Now, we often hear stories about haunted jails, prisons, and detention centers, but we rarely ever hear these accounts directly from folks that have served time in one of these facilities. And that's exactly the angle that Vince's story is being told from behind the bars.

Now I was so interested in this concept and this unique point of view that I tasked Delaney to look for more ghost stories told from inside. And to our surprise, she found little to nothing. Now there's lots of testimony from correctional officers and people that have explored abandoned prisons and holding facilities. But she didn't find a single account that originated from within a cell.

So when that sort of thing happens, when we come up dry, I tend to pivot my approach. So instead of sharing with you, I ask that you share with me. If you or someone you know has had a paranormal experience from prison or jail, we want to hear from you. Stay tuned, because here shortly I'll tell you exactly how you can submit your story.

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Added sugar shows up where you least suspect it. Now folks, no Hometown Legend episode is complete without some sort of creature story. No Hometown Legend is complete without several of them, in fact. So here to break the seal tonight is an unidentified caller from my state of California.

Hey Derek, I've got a hometown legend for you and it's a fun one. It's an out-of-place animal story. I'm going to remain anonymous but I'll give you all the other details. The story takes place back in the mid-90s when I was in middle school.

I grew up here in California where I'm calling from, specifically the town where I'm from called El Segundo. It's directly south of LAX airport. In fact, if you've ever or anyone listening has ever taken off in an airplane from LAX, we are on the left side of the airplane. As soon as you look out your window and look down as you're going right over the ocean, there's El Segundo. And they call it Mayberry by the sea. It's a nice, cool, really quaint little town. Hard to find in LA area.

Anyway, when I was in middle school, there were kids that would always talk about this one particular set of trees near, I believe it was the center of town. We have a big park there called Recreation Park. Everybody calls it Rec Park.

And at the time in El Segundo, in the 90s, we had these huge, I believe they're ficus trees, giant, probably two, almost three story tall ficus trees. Those are the trees where like they have a kind of like a milky sap, but they're really dense, really dense leaves. And even in midday, if you were to stand and look up in those trees, you know, bright 12 noon sun, I mean, it is so shadowed and hard to see up in those branches and it just towers up.

But there were kids that would talk about this particular stretch of trees and how there were monkeys that lived in these trees. You know, even in middle school, I was probably 17th grade. I just kind of dismissed it, you know, like whatever. I never saw anything. But the story always stuck with me. And I was always wondering, what were these kids seeing? You know, these are some like friends of friends. Oh, yeah, you know, that's the monkey. Those are the monkey trees. Like, what do you mean? Like, yeah, there's monkeys that live in there.

Anyway, I've never forgotten this story and as time has gone on I've wondered about it because I'm thinking there might have been something to it. And here's why. Directly north of El Segundo, on the opposite side of LAX,

There is an exotic animal quarantine zone, like quarantine building. So if someone flies in with like kind of a weird animal that isn't really maybe from anywhere else around here, they have to go into a quarantine and you can look it up. I won't say the name. There's a, you know, the center's there. It's a real place. And so I've always wondered like, huh, did something get out?

Did someone have some kind of monkey that maybe snuck out or broke out and just ran south in the dead of night and climbed up in one of these crazy ficus trees and was just living in those trees for a long time? And that's what some of my friends in middle school were seeing. And the thing about that, too, is in suburbia like that, and other people from really urbanized areas can attest to this, we don't have a lot of wildlife, sure. But the wildlife that we do have, we know it.

If there's something crawling around in a tree, if it's a possum, we're going to know it. If it's a raccoon, we're going to know it. If it's a squirrel or a cat, we're going to know it. And so when something out of those options stands out, and it really stands out, I'm always wondering, is that what happened? And the other part of the story that kind of goes into the supernatural when it gets really my imagination really spinning is on the opposite end of El Segundo, so going east, we are surrounded by

space and air defense military contractors and military installations all around the outside of El Segundo. And so I've always wondered, too, all right, is there something else going on? Did they have something in one of those installations and facilities that

that maybe wasn't human at all and escaped and was just jamming down towards the beach and decided to jump in one of these trees and was hiding out. You know, I don't know. It's a fun story. I'd always heard it. And as I became an adult, I never forgot it. And I always wondered because of that exotic animal center.

Thank you, caller. Oh, yeah. I know this area very, very well.

When I lived closer to the beach, this was my go-to spot. My buddy had an apartment overlooking the ocean over there. And we used to spend the day at the beach and then hit up El Tarasco for a burrito. Man, those were the days. And I know that park you speak of as well. On super hot days, we'd dip down and get ice cream from just around the corner from this very tiny little park. Now, given that I lived near the beach in Los Angeles...

so I saw all sorts of weird things, but I can say I never once saw any wild monkeys. And despite some digging on this subject, we didn't find any outside evidence of the tale existing either, nor did we find the specific quarantine center that our caller spoke of, though it is worth mentioning that LAX has a similar location there within its facilities. But you know that certainly doesn't mean the claims aren't true.

Perhaps these things were there at one time, but not there long enough to be documented in any way, other than as a hometown legend, of course. But speaking of monkeys in the trees in the Golden State, there is another more well-known monkey-themed story that I just have to share with you. But first, allow me to set the scene.

A little more than an hour north of San Francisco, in the small town of Napa Valley, is what's known to some conspiracy enthusiasts as the location of a doomsday safety center where food and supplies are stored for top-ranking government officials. In the event of a nuclear or biological breakout, top brass would be shipped there and sealed up until the threat has passed.

Now the building itself is massive and towers over the tallest hill in the valley. Gun turrets and barbed wire fencing line the area and black helicopters are so regular that stories about them made the local paper back in the 1990s. Now a large stone entryway is intricately decorated with ornate features and a large warning sign cautioning trespassers of impending violence.

But you know, it's none of those details that make this area strange or unusual. No, that would be the half-monkey, half-robot creatures that occupy the trees surrounding the installation. Devilish creatures that most locals simply refer to as Rebobbs. According to local legend, Partrick Road in Napa Valley is haunted by a monstrous breed of monkeys known as the Rebobbs.

As a kid, we all told stories about the Rebops at our slumber parties and we definitely believed that they were out there. There have been multiple sightings over the years. The majority that started getting reported were around the 60s or 70s. And since then, people report sightings almost every year. Now that clip from the television program Monsters and Mysteries in America. And that's just about the only large media outlet to cover these covert creatures.

So if you've laid eyes on one of these Rebobbs, or you've seen monkeys in the trees anywhere in California, please give us a call. 888-608-NIGHT. That's 888-608-N-I-G-H-T. Or you can also record your story on your phone and email it to me at MonstersAmongUsPodcast at gmail.com.

Now you can call in any paranormal story you have. Just don't forget these simple rules. Rules that are in place to ensure your story is crisp, clear, and concise. And those rules are... True stories only. Call from a quiet place. No moving vehicles. One story per call. And if you need more time, call back and pick up where you left off. The recording service has a five-minute limit. And as you might have heard last week...

Since the show's creation, I've received calls that I just simply couldn't use. Either the service cuts out, or the person is using the speakerphone, or they recorded the story from a moving vehicle, and the road noise simply drownded them out. Whatever the cause, these stories always ended up in my foobar folder. If you don't know what foobar is, you're gonna have to google it. Anyway, the point is that we finally figured out a way to reach out to everyone that has left us foobar stories.

to let them know that they should call back in and resubmit the tale, as the first recording is unusable. So that's the long way for me to say that if you get a text from either myself or Sarah, that means that your call is foobar, and we suggest you resubmit it. Now we've already began texting folks, and we've already begun receiving resubmissions, so it seems that this plan is working.

But in the meantime, please do what you can to follow those rules to ensure that whatever story you leave is as clear as can be. Now, next up is a fascinating story out of the rolling hills of England. Please welcome TJ to tonight's program.

Hey Derek, my name is TJ. I live in the South West of England and this is for your hometown legends really. I live in Devon and was brought up in Devon which is in the South West and this is where both of these incidents happened.

The first one is called The Devil's Footprints or Great Devon Mystery. It allegedly happened on Thursday the 8th, Friday the 9th, 1855. And it was in the X estuary in South and East Devon.

After a heavy snowfall, it would appear that there was found to be a continuous trail of approximately 100 miles in length, which travelled all across open fields, lanes, rooftops, up drainpipes, haystacks, over high walls, along high walls and into people's courtyards and up to their doors.

Allegedly they look like a cloven hoof shaped print about four inches long and three inches across and they're spaced with a stride of about eight to sixteen inches apart.

The evidence for that appears to be obviously people's reports. People have gone out and taken or made sketches of them. And the vicar of a local village along the way at a place called Cliffs St Mary wrote to a friend and told him about what had happened along with alleged tracings of the prints, which were sort of like cloven hoof shapes.

I think people have tried to debunk it, suggesting it was donkeys or mice, but it just seems very strange. How would they keep in a continual route for about 100 miles and scale roofs and walls? Anyway, apparently other similar occurrences like that are found in a place called Glenorchy in Scotland. And somebody wrote about something similar again that was in the historical Russian part of Poland.

Anyway, just thought that was interesting. Every time we ever had snow when I was a kid growing up in the sort of 60s, 70s, we always used to get teased that, you know, if you're not careful, the devil will come and climb over your rooftops. Not great. Anyway, also I heard in one of your previous episodes, you'd mentioned about the hairy hands of Dartmoor. Now Dartmoor again is in Devon in the Southwest. It's a large national park.

And on a particularly remote road in Dartmoor, there'd been a high proportion of motor accidents, specifically in the early 20th century. And it's on the road on Dartmoor, the B3212 at Post Bridge.

Now, they're supposed to be a pair of disembodied hands, or sometimes they're only felt, that appear to grab the steering wheel or handlebars of a motorbike and then proceed to steer the person's vehicle off the road. Many, many drivers and cyclists appear to have reported these odd incidents, and they say the vehicle was stolen.

either jolted or swerved or steered violently off the road as if grabbed by something or wrenched out of their control. Some say they saw the hairy hands, others just said they felt them. I think the most well-known that is reported, I believe, is a medical officer who worked at Dartmoor Prison. He was in a motorcycle with a sidecar and he had the two young daughters of the prison governor riding in his sidecar.

They survived, fortunately, but unfortunately he was in fact killed. Another tale was a coach driver, I think in the 20s, where he lost control of his vehicle and the passengers were thrown out of their seats. And I think the tale particularly came into common knowledge when an army captain in the early 20s reported a pair of what he described as a pair of invisible hands that took hold of him, forced his motorbike off the road and

And I think it was after that, really, that the newspapers picked up on the tale. Another random one, not necessarily driving a vehicle, but a couple, I think in about 1924, the lady saw a hairy hand attempting to gain access to her caravan in the night. Allegedly, she made the sign of the cross and whatever it was, retreated.

Some locals have said it's the ghost of an unnamed man who died in an accident, but I suspect a lot of the local sceptics who know those roads will just say unfamiliar with the road, driving too fast and misjudged it and ended up in the ditch. But...

It's an interesting one. We used to camp and walk on Dartmoor when I was a teenager. And yeah, used to scare us to death when we were in our tents. But that's good. Anyway, hope you like those tales. Don't know that have been any particular more recent updates. Other people listening to this may know, but I just thought that'd be interesting.

quirky interesting thing for you to pass on and use in your podcast love all the stories and i love the fact that so many people call in and feel safe to share their stories but yeah it feels like a very safe space to share these anyway hope you enjoy them thanks bye-bye great stories tj thank you for calling in and you know we do our best to make this a safe place to share these stories

So I'm glad to hear that the message is getting across. Now as for the tales, like TJ had said, I'd already covered the hairy hands of Dartmoor. So I will move on to the other tale that she told. The story about the devil's footprints. No, I'm not going to lie. The story fascinates me. Not so much because of the subject matter. Although, I will admit, mysterious hoofprints that seem to defy gravity are certainly hard to ignore.

But more so because of the frequency at which these footprints are discovered. Because of course, not only do we have the incident in Devon that TJ spoke of, but she'd mentioned other occurrences in Sand Hill, Poland and Glenorchy, Scotland. But believe it or not, there are other reports of this phenomena reported all over the UK.

In 1922, the Daily Mail reported that tracks ascribed to the devil had appeared in Norfolk and the Cotswold, specifically on rooftops. In January 1855, prints similar to Adair's were discovered on the walls and roofs of several pubs near Wolverhampton. In 1957, cloven prints 12 inches apart were found in a back garden in the village of Hall.

and foot tracks found in Belgium toward the end of World War II are said to have run for two miles in a dead straight line. And you know these unique tracks are not confined to the hills and highlands of the UK. There have even been reports of this here in the United States. Reports attributed to the infamous Jersey Devil.

In mid-January 1909, New Jersey newspapers reported that mysterious animal tracks had been spotted in the snow in South Jersey. These initial accounts quickly gained traction as more and more people reported seeing unidentifiable footprints they claimed couldn't have been made by an ordinary animal.

Soon, stories began streaming in of sightings of a strange creature that older residents identified as the legendary Leeds Devil, also called the Jersey Devil or any one of a number of other names. Descriptions of the beast varied widely, but one eyewitness account described it as about three feet and a half high with a head like a collie dog and a face like a horse. It had a long neck, wings about two feet long, and its back legs were like those of a crane and it had horse's hoofs.

Most of the numerous sightings that January happened in South Jersey, though there were also reports from Pennsylvania and a few nearby states. Now that clip from a newspaper.com feature ad. And believe it or not, it barely scratches the surface of what actually went down back in 1909. They shut schools down. They closed businesses and roads and formed posse's to hunt this thing down. Now we'll touch more on this on a later episode.

But I couldn't help but think of the 1909 Jersey Devil sightings when I heard TJ's story. And it's intriguing stuff, TJ. And we can't thank you enough for ringing in and sharing it here with us. Now, folks, I have tons more in store for you right after this message from tonight's sponsor. Just before the 138, we're thinking we'll start to improve and then... Tickets are fast, so get yours right now.

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Now that song from listener Fake Papoose, the Navy Base Scenario. And what makes this song so unique is that Fake Papoose sampled audio from a call that we shared on the show a while back. You can find a link to the full tune over in tonight's show notes. Now, who was ready for a good old-fashioned ghost story?

Please welcome, Aaron, from that state up north. Hi there, my name is Aaron Fox. I also go by the nickname Forseti Fox. And I actually am new to listening to this show.

I love ghost stories and stuff, and I definitely have a couple of my own, but I just so happen to have moved away from my hometown internationally, so I cannot play cell phone calls at this moment in time and must send in an audio recording. I do have a ghost story that also doubles as a hometown legend, if it's the mood for that again.

And the hometown that I'm going to be talking about is Kalamazoo, Michigan. I actually grew up in Schoolcraft, Michigan, but Kalamazoo is the largest city. And tonight I'm going to be talking about Thelma, the ghost of the Kalamazoo Civic Theater.

I am an actor. I studied acting in college, but before I did that, I did a lot of community theater work in my high school years and stuff like that. I did a couple of kids' shows, and then I did one adult show. And it was really fun. I liked doing it there. But the first show I did there ended up being Sleepy Hollow, and the ghost of Thelma is a very popular legend at the Civic.

And so right out the gate, all of the people who have been there for a long time are just like, "Here's the story of Thelma. She's the biggest ghost around. She has appeared to people as an apparition in a black coat and a poofy little hat."

and she'll say things like, "Oh, I know exactly where I am," and disappear, and she'll move your props and stuff like that. And immediately I'm like, "We have to find this ghost." So I think, like, when we weren't rehearsing or on stage, me and a bunch of the kids in the chorus of the show were just, like, walking around backstage trying to look for her. And unfortunately, we didn't end up finding any ghosts for the run of Sleepy Hollow, and...

I don't think we'd find anything for the next show I did there. But when I ended up doing My Fair Lady, that's when the ghost stuff actually started happening. And I think I have a theory on that. I think Thelma only haunts shows that she recognizes. Older shows, that is. I think a lot of the legends involve her showing up for stuff that was written pre-80s or pre-70s. And My Fair Lady is definitely an older musical.

And not only that, but the Kalamazoo Civic Theater actually has two different buildings that are kitty-corner on a city block. One of them is the original Kalamazoo Civic Theater, and that's just a normal proscenium stage where all the seats face the normal stage. And then their other one is the Suzanne Parish Theater, which is in the round where the seats are in a circle in the stage. But that building also houses all of the rehearsal spaces. Sleepy Hollow actually was in the normal proscenium theater, and that is the one where the hauntings take place.

But My Fair Lady was the first adult show from before the 80s that took place there. And here is my story of the haunting that I experienced firsthand. Now that the superfluous background stuff is taken care of. But it was the Tech Sunday rehearsal, which is actor speak for the first rehearsal that we do with full costumes, full sound and lighting and stuff so that the tech side of the company can run their stuff.

And we did a lot of our actor rehearsals in the Parish Theater, but this is the first one that we did in the proscenium. The rehearsal started at 12, but I think I misread that because I got there an hour early at 11, and I had lunch with me. I remember it was Jimmy John's, but it was just me and the resident stage manager who was at the door letting people in and stuff. And I think I was alone in the green room, which is like a large room that the actors wait while they're not on stage and stuff.

And I was sitting there alone when all of a sudden this woman shows up. Just I look up and there she is in the middle of the room. And she's wearing a black coat and a poofy hat. And she's an older woman. And at first I wasn't actually thinking, oh, this is a ghost. At first I was like, oh, this is somebody who I don't know because I met all the cast and the crew at this point.

And so I walk up, I'm going to introduce myself, I'm like, "Hi there, my name's Erin, are you a part of My Fair Lady?" And she just ignores me. She's looking at collages on the wall of older productions that The Civic had put on, because they had just like photographs and collages that they put in a frame, and she was just like staring at them, completely ignoring me. And so I walk up to her again, thinking she didn't hear me, and I'm like, "Hey there, my name's Erin, what's up?"

And she ignores me a second time, and at that point, it doesn't take long for me to think, "Oh, this is a ghost. I'm dealing with a ghost right now." And so I get a little panicky. I don't say out loud, "Oh, I know what's up," but I do say, "Aha! I understand now." I think I say that exactly.

And I turn around to leave, I'm like, "I'll just, I'll leave you be, you're busy." I think I was really awkward about it. I go all the way to the kitchen at the end of the room, turn around, the woman has disappeared. And at this point I'm like, "I'm going to tell the stage manager." I'm like, "Hey there, I think I just saw Thelma," and he's like, "Black coat, poofy hat?" And I'm like, "Yep." And he's like, "Yep, you saw Thelma." That was not the only thing she ended up doing, also. She was very active throughout the course of My Fair Lady.

That night, me and the other people in the cast that were high schoolers, we were all on a ghost hunting extravaganza. We were ready to find her. And I think that the next thing that happened took place in the boiler room. And I specifically remember going to the boiler room because I was like, this is a creepy room. Let's find some ghosts. The first thing that happened in the boiler room...

It has a door with a grate at the bottom that you can see through. It has little slats that you can kind of see light come through. And I go into the boiler room. The lights are off. I turn them on. I'm like, hey, Thelma, are you here? No response. I turn the lights off and leave the room.

Nothing really happens, but then I turn around and look through the grate, and the lights just are turning back on all by themselves, even though nobody else is in the room. And so I'm like, oh, that's a ghost. And I get, like, a little panicky again. I'm like, oh, I don't want to deal with a ghost right now. But then I think about it, and I'm like, oh, I actually have to go back in there and turn the lights out. So I steal my nerves, go through the door again.

Turn the lights off, but before I do that, I see that the closet in the back of the boiler room, that door has been flung open. And I'm like, that's kind of also weird. Flip the lights off, leave the room, and look through the grate again, and the lights turn back on through the grate. And at that point, I'm like, well, I'm going to leave this be. I'm going to not deal with this anymore.

That was the last thing that happened on the Tech Sunday rehearsal, and I think the last of the big stuff that happened to me personally. But Thelma would definitely continue to do stuff throughout that show. I know that she sang over the mic system.

Because everybody who had a mic in, including me, heard a woman singing that wasn't a part of the cast. And I don't think the audience heard it, but everybody that was mic'd just heard her singing randomly along to the solo songs, especially about the lead. And there was also a lot of piano playing, but that was after the show and stuff. Just like, people would hear piano playing over the mic out of nowhere.

I know there was also a lot of stuff going on with the monitors in dressing rooms, because each dressing room had a monitor that saw the stage so you could see what was going on. And I think that those would turn on and off, but one of them definitely wouldn't just turn on and off, but show this random room in the theater that I don't think anybody I knew knew where it was. But it was just this, like, wooden room with wooden walls and floors and a single wooden chair.

And it would just show that room. And nobody really knew where that was that I was talking to. I imagine somebody knows where that room is, but we didn't know where that room was. I think she also did a little bit of moving props around and just kind of hiding those from people. Which is always easy to explain, because anybody can misplace a prop and try to blame a ghost. But I think that's interesting. Yeah, that is the rest of the Thelma story.

I love her to death. She's probably one of the most active ghosts that I've heard of, not even in terms of, like, I'm mad at the theater people. She just does poltergeist activity to fool around and have fun, and I think that's enchanting. And I deeply love Thelma. I do know that that's not her actual name, nor is it the name of somebody who, like, actually passed away, because I don't think we know what her real name was, but the summer camp kids at the Kalamazoo Civic Theater came up with her name.

I don't know if there was any mysterious deaths on the property, but it's a lot of props that came in because it's a theater, so who knows if she's attached to one of those or not. But that's just my thoughts. I think she's really neat, and I guess that's the end of the story that I have so far.

If you choose to play this, thank you very much for doing so. And I totally appreciate the work you do. Love the podcast a bunch. Really just think that the work you do is cool and helps me come up with more stories and legends that don't just take place a hundred or so years ago. Have a great rest of the evening and episode. And thank you all for listening. Thank you, Aaron, for calling in. Or should I say, thank you for City Fox. Thelma the ghost. I love a good theater ghost.

And Thelma's story is certainly a good one. But just how accurate is this story? Was there actually a Thelma? And did she die there at the theater? Well, I hate to burst any bubbles. But it doesn't seem that there's much truth to this legend. At least not the Thelma part. Anyway. Because as it turns out, the name Thelma Mertz...

she has a last name too, was actually conjured up by young actors at the Civic Summer Theater program back in the mid-1980s. Both the name and the legend of Thelma was an actress that was jilted by her lover and threw herself off the balcony in despair. It was all fabricated, unfortunately. But Aaron, I'm certainly not calling you a liar because that theater has been known to be haunted since at least the early 1950s.

Reports of moving objects, ghostly music from an unknown source, and of course, as Aaron can attest, the presence of apparitions. But if Thelma isn't real, then who is it that Aaron and other theater goers have seen from time to time? The old woman in a black coat and a puffy hat. Well, as it turns out, there is history that would support these claims.

because the theater was built on a piece of property that once belonged to a prominent statesman, Hecassiah G. Wells. Now, Wells married Hecassiah Strong back in 1840, who later died there on the property at the ripe old age of 82, back in the year 1900. Now, I tried my best to find a photo of Hecassiah in hopes that Aaron could identify her, but I came up empty.

But if you're in the Kalamazoo area and you happen to be at your local library, maybe poke around a bit and see if you can't dig one up. I'll revisit this on a future episode, should something like that manifest. But in the meantime, I really hate to shoot a good ghost story down, Aaron. But sometimes that blow is softened when another tale, albeit not nearly as dramatic, swoops in to take its place.

And that just might be the situation here at the Kalamazoo Theater. So thank you again, Aaron, for allowing us to dig into your story. For making the long-distance phone call. Alright, folks. As I'd mentioned in the opener, hometown legends have a tendency to be dark. Very dark. Murdery, even. And the following is one such story. Out of my state of California, please welcome Nick to tonight's program.

Yeah.

And anyways, they sacrificed her as a virgin. They would have gotten away with it too, but one of them converted to Christianity and he kind of ratted them all out. Side note, her parents sued Slayer. They got the blame for it. But anyways, this happened maybe, I don't know, a mile from my dad's house where I grew up.

And when I hit high school, we'd go out there and we'd drink and just party and hang out. It was like the creepiest thing. There was just like a clearing where nothing would grow, where her body was, supposedly. At least that's what I was told. And I never saw anything, but I swear I would hear voices. Like a girl laughing, crying.

You know, you'd be there by yourself and hear footsteps. I mean, the whole area is just creepy. I don't know. I don't know. I never saw anything out there, but I heard stuff. You know, it was always a creepy time. Anyways, just hope you could use this story. You know, some little backstory, I guess. Interesting. And yeah, keep on keeping on. Thank you, Nick. At least I think.

What a gruesome tale. Now folks, this certainly isn't a true crime podcast. I'd be making a lot more money if it was. But given that it's not, let's skip all the goriness of this entry and instead focus on the lawsuit that Elise's parents opened up on the band Slayer. Now the lawsuit was originally filed in 1996 but delayed until 2000 when the killer's trials were finally concluded. But once it crossed the judge's desk...

The initial case was thrown out, the judge stating that there was not a legal position that could be taken that would make Slayer responsible for the girl's death. But it seemed that the parents were determined to pin the death on the band, so the Pollers filed a subsequent lawsuit after the first one was thrown out. This, according to an article posted in the Guardian.

The lawyers for the Pollers hoped to body-swerve the First Amendment by relying on the argument that the company sold materials harmful to minors and the knowledge that the music's violent creed was simply a tool to sell records. That, according to the lawsuit. This case, too, was dismissed, with Judge E. Jeffrey Burke stating, "...I do not consider Slayer's music obscene, indecent, or harmful to minors."

Well, regardless, this was a tragic incident. A young lady lost her life. I sure hope the family found the closure that they were searching for. It's certainly a tough spot to be in. And I have something a little more upbeat for you right after these messages. He since passed away. This is a big thing for us.

Now folks, if you would, please meet me down in Texas. Alma is our next hometown legend. Hello, Derek. This is Alma from Texas, Houston, Texas.

I called a few times before, and I was listening to your Hometown Legends episode that you just recently released, season 17. And I realized that I had not shared a couple of ghost stories that are associated with Houston. Both of them are haunted locations. First one I'm going to talk about is the Rice Hotel, which is now known as the Rice Apartments.

That's located in downtown Houston. It was originally built in 1913. It was originally built as a hotel. A couple of those that are there, supposedly, are a woman who died in a hotel. She still has a specific room.

people who reported sightings of hearing her taking the floors, crying at night. So I think other people have talked about having experiences with her ghost. Another one is an employee named Charlie. He apparently is very mischievous. He turns...

lights on and off, he moves objects. But the other two that I'm going to talk about, I think is interesting, is President John F. Kennedy and former President George H.W. Bush, which was the elder President Bush. So I'm going to talk about JFK first. So as we all know, JFK was assassinated in Dallas the night before he was

was actually in Houston. He was here for a fundraiser. So he actually stayed at the Rice Hotel. And fortunately, as we all know, he was dropping it the next day. But after that happened, a lot of people say that they've actually had encounters with his ghost. It could be because he has such a traumatic death that his ghost is going to the last place where he wasn't or the last place that he was before he died.

which was the Rice Hotel, which none of us are by department. And the other ghost is former President George Herbert Walker Bush. He apparently liked to stay when he was in Houston because he actually lived in Houston. He had a home in Houston. They had a home up in College Station. And when he would come into Houston for any events, he would usually stay at the Rice Hotel.

People have talked about seeing him walking through the halls of the hotel, and they've apparently heard strange noises from the suite he would always stay in. So a couple of people have claimed to have encountered him as well. So I think that's my story for that part. I think it's kind of interesting to apparently have all those ghost stories in one specific hotel existence. My second story is about another...

location, but it's actually now a bar. It originally was a haberdashery. It's called Dean's Downtown. It was originally called Dean's Credit Clothing and it was a department store. It was one of the first department stores that actually allowed women to buy things there without, back in the day when it

When you had to have credit from your husband or have a husband to even qualify for getting credit, they were actually one of the first places that actually didn't require that. So women were able to buy things on their own credit, which was a big deal back then.

And it actually has the oldest electric elevator that still functions in Texas and actually has the third oldest functioning electric elevator in the country. So it's got a pretty long-ish history. It all goes back to that specific elevator project.

There's a rumor that what is now Dean's Downtown Bar actually was a CKV during the Prohibition era. So that was the elevator that people took to the CKV part where they could be served alcoholic drinks during Prohibition.

It apparently has a ghost attached to it. They believe it's the elevator operator of that elevator, who would also serve as kind of like the doorman when you would come in and give a code word. So you could actually go through the code edition.

Apparently, he can either do nothing to you, which means he likes you, or attack you, essentially, if he doesn't like you, or if you apparently give the wrong password, which clearly no one's going to know what the password is because it's been decades since World Vision. A lot of people have talked about how when they visit and go to the elevator and take pictures inside the elevator, there's actually a mirror in the elevator, and

There seems to be a reflection you can probably catch of the ghost that used to be the elevator operator. No one kind of really knows his name, but apparently he was the mainstay during prohibition, during CTC's and prohibition times.

So that is another story. And then my last story, there is actually in the same area where the bar is located, there is another bar. It's called the Carafei.

Or like Kara say, very small guard. It literally always serves like beer and wine. That's it. There's no other things you can choose from. It's very cozy. It probably seats maybe 40 people when it's busy. And during the week, they pretty much keep the second floor closed off.

But on the weekends, since it gets a little more crowded, they actually will open up the second floor. And apparently the second floor has a ghost. There's various stories of who the ghost is, if there is even a ghost. Some people say that it's a woman that used to work there that was a bartender. Another person with another idea or another thought is that this is a person who may have died around the bar back in the day. But

But apparently people have talked about when they stay on the second floor to hang out on the second floor of the bar, they've felt a change in like temperatures, a draft essentially. People have had their hair pulled. People have been touched on their shoulders. People have been kind of nudged. And then people have actually said they've seen some kind of cloudy apparition or entity on the second floor. So.

So those are the, I guess, three hometown stories about Houston. Once again, I appreciate you taking our calls and listening to all our interesting stories that we have about our hometowns. I love that you have really cool, interesting stories about my hometown. I hope you have a good day and keep giving us more spooky tales. Thank you. Thank you, Alma.

Now Alma called in about a month ago with a story about a woman that killed her mother's plants with a single dirty look. Now I received many responses to that story, most saying that the plant-destroying woman possessed something called mal de ojo, the evil eye. Now I'll continue looking into that story and let you know if there's any further developments, but that entry really seemed to grab everyone's attention. And maybe this one will too, Alma.

because you certainly made Houston sound like a spooky place. So thank you again for taking the time to call in. Now thus far, we've touched on devils, monkeys, and murder, but I think it's high time we added a monster to the mix. Please welcome Jed from Virginia to tonight's special episode.

Hey, this is Jed. This is my hometown legend story. So I live in a very small community here called Big Island, Virginia, near the Peaks of Otter. And we have this hometown legend, as it were, called the No Business Haint. Haint being the Appalachian version of the word haunt.

So with the No Business Tank, it's based off of a mountain nearby called No Business Mountain. And as the story goes, many, many years ago, there was a hunter that I'm assuming he was going coon hunting on No Business Mountain late at night. He had his hound dogs with him, and he was going about halfway up the mountain, and

when his hound dogs started barking and really getting anxious. And he let them go to see if they could treat this coon that he assumed they smelled. And as he was following the sounds of their barks, the barks started being more frantic. And then they started sounding like they were scared. And the hounds came back to him and stuck around his legs

like they were scared of something. So he's thinking, oh no, maybe I'll treat a bear or something, even though these hound dogs are probably trained to deal with that. So he goes up the trail a little ways and they're just really scared at this point. He shines his flashlight around and his flashlight comes across

this really big, massive figure. According to the legend anyway, sort of reddish eyes, although that may have been just the flashlight shining on them. And this figure stood up and it stood about eight or nine feet tall, supposedly very shaggy as well. And the hunter at that point just decided to go with his hound dogs ran halfway down the mountain before stopping.

just freaked him out, basically. And he told everyone around what he saw, and according to the legend, some people thought that around this time, I guess probably the early 1900s, I imagine, there was some sport called guerrilla wrestling or guerrilla boxing. They used either guerrillas or orangutans, probably orangutans, but I'm pretty sure I've heard of that before. And as the legend goes, one of these orangutans escaped.

and went into the surrounding mountains.

And so the people that heard his story thought, oh, maybe this is one of these escaped orangutans. So not really any paperwork to corroborate whether there's an escaped orangutan or at least I haven't been able to find it. But I thought it was a very interesting hometown legend. The No Business Tank sort of sounds like a Sasquatch story. So I hope you and the listeners enjoy it and have a fun end of season time.

Thank you, Jet. That's my kind of story. And it's very similar to a story I was told by another coon hunter that I know back in Ohio. His dogs chased something into a thick briar patch. And the closer they got to it, the louder the creature yowled. A yowl too deep and too long to be any animal known around those parts. Well, the hunter gathered his dogs and retreated back to the truck. And this was ten years ago or so. And as far as I know,

He's never been back out there since. So like I said, that story is very similar to Jed's hometown legend. We thank you again, Jed, for sharing the tale with us. Now it wouldn't be a hometown legend without the mention of a haunted road and a haunted cemetery.

Hi Derek, my name is Taylor. I am from the city of Chicago, and I kind of grew up all over Chicagoland area.

And I definitely heard on your show, in the Hometown Legends episodes especially, stories about Bunger Road and Cuba Road. I actually went to high school on Arden Cuba Road. But I haven't heard a story about Flint Point Road. And Flint Point Road is a road that is outside of Rockford, Illinois.

I believe it's an unincorporated area of that region. My dad used to live not too far from there when I was in college. And this would have been back in 2010 or so. One time I was at home and my brother and some of his best friends

decided that we would go out and investigate Blood Point Road. This was because they had heard stories about it. Some of the details are very similar to other spooky road stories that you hear. When you're on the road, where you fall, a pickup truck comes out of nowhere and follows you until you pass under a bridge and then it disappears.

There are stories about parking your car in certain locations, you know, having a car being pushed down the hill and you can see a little bit of Tantrum on it. But the thing that makes Blood Point Road unique is that it has a cemetery on it. Before we went there, I did a little research for myself.

I just like to research the stories that people bring to you here. So you can look this up. The cemetery is spelled, if you search, like a map or like a Google or a feature. But we wanted to go investigate the cemetery especially because there were stories about it that are not associated with the other road stories, such as a

caretaker that would be around the vicinity of the cemetery would stop visitors at night. Again, this is 2010, so I was definitely 20, and we were just ridiculous younger people. Bored, I believe it was midsummer, and we go out to Blood Point Road

The one thing about this road is that because of the stories that people would tell about it, that they stopped labeling the road from the main county road. So when you go down the main county road, all you see is a sign that has a four-way indication that there's an intersection there for turning for the cemetery.

They actually don't have the marker of the road anymore. So we had a little bit of a hard time finding it, but we finally did. The cemetery is in middle of nowhere. It's on a corner, an intersection of two just rural roads, but across the street, and I say this generously, there is a farmhouse that has one little light in front of it.

I remember that because as you walked into the cemetery, it's actually big for a rural cemetery. The light was all up front in the cemetery. There were no additional lights. So as you walked in and you got towards the back, it was dark. There were maybe seven of us or so, myself, my brother, and then five of his friends.

As we get in there, I am in the back of this group walking in because though I love scary things very, very much, I am a little bit of a chicken.

when it comes to jump scares and things like that. I also love true crime a lot, and I think about, you know, random people coming, slasher film-esque, out to murder you from somewhere, as ridiculous as that sounds. So I wanted to stick in the back of this group with one of my brother's friends, one of my brother's other friends, and my brother was in the front of this group.

And as we walked into the cemetery, as I was saying, the light from the one farmhouse gets less and less and less. And there are no lights really at all in this actual cemetery. There's maybe another street light on one side of it, on that corner, and that's it. As we get farther and farther back,

Nothing seems to be wrong. We're just kind of walking around looking at some graves. From what I recall, a lot of them were familial graves from, you know, rural farm families, I believe, that were in this area when the cemetery was established. As we get to the bath, just take a couple minutes, there's a shack on the left-hand side of the cemetery. It's in the very, very back.

The back has wood bordering it, an old wooden fence, and trees are sort of hanging over. And then there's a wooden shack, and it was very worn down. That I remember. It looked like it was probably 50, 60 years old. But, like, really, really worn, you know, presumably had caretaker tools in it, things like that.

Well, my brother and his one friend decide that they're going to try to go into the shed. And as they get closer, we start hearing footsteps, like sticks and wood crunching. And we pause, kind of look at each other and wonder, who did that? Who just did that? And as we're stopped, we hear it again. My brother's friend walks closer to the shed and says,

makes a sudden movement and then goes, oh, guys, and just books it out of there, runs past us. And we, without question, run out after him to the car. We had like a minivan. I had a minivan back then because it was affordable. And so we all run into this. And I look back into the cemetery and

And I see a figure, like a shadow of a person. And I look to the front of the car because I'm sitting in sort of the back at this point. So I'll just throw ourselves in there. So I probably just kind of look back and he's like, yeah, there was a guy in these sets. And we just look at each other because all we could think of was that caretaker figure,

whatever it is, chasing people off the property that people had talked about online. Now, I don't know what we actually saw. We weren't there for a very long time, but it was definitely creepy. And Bloods Point Road as a legend is extremely creepy as well. Thanks so much. Love the podcast very, very much. I travel a lot and it keeps me company when I drive. Thanks. Bye. Thank you, Taylor.

Now I'm pretty sure we've covered Blood Point Road Cemetery on a past Hometown Legend episode, but at this point I could certainly be mistaken. We've covered a lot of these over the years. Either way, it's a well-known paranormal hotspot, and from the sounds of things, it got that way for a good reason. And if you find yourself there late in the evening, just like Taylor did, you too could come face-to-face.

with whatever it is that's haunting this well-known locale. After all, as the name suggests, the place seems like a scream. Thank you again, Taylor, for sharing that spooky entry. Hey, Don, where's your wife? Is she with you right there? He's going to save hundreds of thousands of lives. He's joining me right now. Yo, yo, yo. My God. What's up?

Now folks, there's another staple to these hometown legends that we've yet to touch on. Witches. But tonight's next caller is about to change all that. Please welcome this anonymous caller, all the way from the UK. Hello Derek, Sarah and Delaney. I'm calling in with a hometown legend story about somebody called Paul Miles.

And it relates to the county of Essex and the village of Castle Heddingham. Castle Heddingham is a very old village. It has a Norman keep there, so nearly a thousand years old. And it was said that in the late 18th, early 19th century, there was a young lady there called Pole Miles who lived in the village and that she was a witch. Now, Pole was said to be in love with a man.

And she was invited up to the castle on one occasion where there was a big celebration happening. All the local rich people and dignitaries were there. And it said that Pole disappeared and nobody saw her the rest of the winter. It was only in the spring in a nearby stream that they found her body.

Pole, perhaps because she was a witch, it said her body was buried at a crossroads. And after this finding of her body and the burying of it, it said that her ghost appears at the castle. It's also said that every Halloween and every Christmas that flowers appear on the grave. And you can go and visit the

the site. It's a small crossroads with a small pool of water there and it said that her body is buried there. I've not actually seen the flowers myself but other people have seen flowers laying at the site and I've also stayed at the castle myself because I used to be a medieval reenactor and I've not actually seen a ghost myself although I have seen many others. So that's just the sad story of Pole Miles.

I hope you enjoyed it. It's a great podcast. Thanks for making it. It's my favorite podcast of all of them. Bye. Thank you, caller. A sad story indeed. Now, coincidentally, we received another call that explores the other side of this legend, the man who murdered Paul. Joining us from England as well. Please welcome Fraser to the program. Hi, my name is Fraser. I'm from Suffolk in the UK.

We have many hometown legends from this area. What I want to speak today about is Matthew Hopkins. It's believed Matthew Hopkins was born in 1620 and he was an English witch hunter whose career flourished during the English Civil War. He was mainly active in East Anglia and claimed to hold the office of Witchfinder General, although that title was never exposed upon him by the government. He was born in Great Wenham in Suffolk.

and was the fourth son of six children. His father, James Hopkins, was the vicar of St John's of Great Wenham. Hopkins began his career as a witch finder in 1644 and lasted until his retirement in 1647. Hopkins and his colleague, John Stern, sent more accused people to be hanged for witchcraft than all other witch hunters in England of the previous 160 years.

and they were solely responsible for the increase in witch trials during those years. Not going into too much detail, but Matthew Hopkins was rewarded for every witch he found so it was obviously better for him to get a confession of witchcraft than obviously for him to let the women go and he made which would equate to him to being a millionaire today from hunting witches.

Matthew Hopkins and his associates are believed to be responsible for the death of more than 300 women accused of witchcraft between 1644 and 1647. There was so much panic that the accusations were made against 117 people in Sudbury alone. Most of those were old women, the poor and vulnerable. Hopkins would gain confessions from women after keeping them awake for days, walking around a room and hungry.

Matthew Hopkins died at his home in Manningtree in Essex on the 12th of August 1647, probably of tuberculosis. He was buried within a few hours of his death in the graveyard of St Mary. The church has since been pulled down and built over and his grave has been lost to time. No one knows where his grave is. His ghost is believed to be seen walking around Manningtree still to this day.

Some mediums have also believed to have spoken to him and he doesn't realize that he's dead and believes he is still hunting witches and doing his job around Mistly and Manningtree. Thank you, Fraser, Witchfinder General. More like the world's most efficient serial killer, if you ask me. 300 men and women killed, mostly women, in just a three-year period.

All because other villagers and Matthew here deemed them a witch. Now the only blessing here that I could find is that he didn't live long enough to grow that number any larger. Now you might be wondering what criteria these monsters use to seek out their victims. Well, thanks to a documentary on the subject by Dan David History, we sort of have an idea. The witches hunted by Hopkins and Stern were mostly poor widows, but not always.

They could be unmarried young women, sometimes daughters of widows, and some were despairing young men. One poor young fellow gave himself up at once for examination when Hopkins arrived in his village, telling the witchfinders that his mother and aunt and grandmother had all been executed for witchcraft, and so he was likewise tainted. Now how many of you would have been stoned to death, or beheaded, or hanged from the gallows?

If Mr. Witchfinder General stepped one foot into my office, his head would most likely explode. Deep down, that makes me a little giddy. Now a big thanks again to both of these callers, and a big thank you to you for hanging out with us here tonight. Unfortunately, this is the end of the program, but fret not, for I have more Hometown Legends in store for you on Part 2, which will drop on Thursday evening.

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