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Post by jayman08 on Sept 29, 2008 8:56:49 GMT -5
Two popular cemetaries, but only one choice, good luck!
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Post by Scott on Sept 30, 2008 12:01:06 GMT -5
The Coffins - The road reluctantly carves into the forest. An uncomfortable feeling you are being watched. There is good reason top be frightened here. These woods are unforgiving, night letting in only the light from your cars headlights. The legend of the Coffins goes back to the late 1800’s. This land has had many names. The Bottoms, The Flats, Coffins but one bone chilling distinction. A lot of people were poorly buried here. Insane asylums had cruel and dark reputations back then. The Coffins were a cheap, no accountable way to dispose of a problem. It wasn’t exclusive to the asylums. The poor as well as the cheap would bring their dead or nearly dead here and throw them in a pine box, most of the time, erect a shallow marker, sometimes, throw a little dirt on them, maybe, and be gone with it. In past years, when the spring floods would come, it is said that people would see cheap, decaying pine coffins floating down White Creek. Claims of apparitions and orbs have been reported. One often repeated vision is of a woman with her hand reaching out, crying for help. A totally eerie recount tells of a little boy that appears in the back seat of your car and then vanishes when you slam on the brakes. Would I like to witness this? I don’t know. Edna Collins Bridge, near Greencastle, where a girl that drowned before her parents picked her up will sit in your car if you park on the bridge and honk your horn. I think I tend to prefer my phantoms a little more on the passive side. Another story associated with this area is one involving a police officer who was murdered and stuffed into a hollow tree and over the years, the tree grew around him. At night you can see his eyes peering from the tree. One must make a trip through the woods at night. Around Halloween, tours and a haunted house are offered, but I suggest a more intimate journey to “The Coffins”
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