Ghost Hunting Ohio's Scariest Towns
We'll go anywhere with "scary", "spooky", "haunted", or "forbidden" in the title.
Welcome to G.H.O.S.T., Ghost Hunting Ohio's Scariest Towns. We are a small group of friends, heading out on ghostly "field trips", investigating the paranormal. We hope to find some answers to the questions that this kind of activity brings. Our group was established in 2010 and we are having a great time discovering the world of the unknown.
What's Next For G.H.O.S.T.?
Ohio State Reformatory, in Mansfield, OH. was our next stop. Stay tuned for the hunt reveal of our vist.
The Hunt at Colonal Taylor Inn
A bedroom door handle shook loudly (as if someone wanted to come in) when we were the only ones on the floor, and IN the room. A ghostly shadow of possibly a woman in period dress was captured from one bedroom door across the hall into another. But my very favorite experience was the call to my phone from George’s phone. It happened during breakfast and left a message of our conversations during breakfast. What makes this an exciting experience was the fact that George’s phone was sitting on a windowsill BEHIND me; unattended. It makes one wonder….Who made that call to me?
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Who said it
"One By One, We Bite The Dust
We Kick The Bucket And Begin To Rust
Give Up The Ghost When Your Number's Up
We All Fall Down
Ashes To Ashes, Bones To Paste
You'll Wither Away In Your Resting Place
Eternity In A Wooden Case
We All Fall Down" ~ Creature Feature ~ A Gorey Demise
Behind the Scenes
I was on a field trip with my wife and sons to the Ohio Caverns in
After going into town and finding out the castles where closed for the season, we decided to go back and check out that cemetery. As we approached I noticed that the services were over…or were they? As I drove by, I could see that this place was old and probably hasn’t been used in a long time. Pulling into the last driveway, I was awestruck by this small old cemetery with its tall monuments, beautiful church, ancient oak trees, and antique headstones, all surrounded by a wrought iron fence. My wife made a quick tour through to show me that not only was there no funeral that day, but not one since the 1950’s. After we left the cemetery, I drove back to that intersection on that small hill. I turned the car around and headed back to see what I could have seen the first time. There it was; the cemetery, the head stones more or less spaced equally apart. There was no cluster of trees or anything else that could trick the mind into seeing something that was not there. So what was it I saw? Was it a residual haunt? Or could the intersection on the small hill once have been a place where the dead watched their loved ones one last time before leaving this earth?