The SCSI has been on a hiatus. We’ve lost members and some key members have moved away. Our wheels-Aa still turn and we Jane several new riveting stories to bring you in the following weeks. -Aaron
The Well known spot according to Wikipedia.com “The Devil’s Tramping Ground is a camping spot located in a forest near the Harper’s Crossroads area near Bennett, North Carolina. It has been the subject of persistent local legends and lore, which frequently allege that the Devil “tramps” and haunts a barren circle of ground in which nothing is supposed to grow.
Stories about the ring are well known in local communities. These include the disappearance of objects left within the ring overnight, dogs yipping and howling not wanting to go near it, and strange events occurring to those brave enough to spend the night within its boundaries. It has been alleged that nothing has grown within the 40 foot ring for a hundred years. Legend says that this is the very place the devil himself can rise from the depths of fiery hell, and come to earth. It’s at this place that the devil is supposed to walk in circles on certain nights and bring his evil into this world.
John William Harden (1903–1985) of Greensboro, N.C., journalist, newspaper editor, author, and advisor to North Carolina governors and textile executives, had this to say of the Devil’s Tramping Ground:
Chatham natives say… that the Devil goes there to walk in circles as he thinks up new means of causing trouble for humanity. There, sometimes during the dark of night, the Majesty of the Underworld of Evil silently tramps around that bare circle– thinking, plotting, and planning against good, and in behalf of wrong. So far as is known, no person has ever spent the night there to disprove this is what happens… (Harden, 1949)”
Satan’s home turf, Old Scratch himself hangs here. The notorious tramping ground; a place of legend, horror, Satanism and witchcraft. The initial vibe is downright terrifying. The location almost seems to scream “leave now!” The Air is thick and the trees seem to bellow in pain as the wind cascades through their branches. Animals seem to navigate away from the circle, avoiding it’s ominous vibe. The legend has survived the test of time and will no doubt continue to thrive and bring outsiders to the town. I was in awe at this historic, and strange place.
The circle is indeed mysterious, No vegetation grows inside of it. Does that make it haunted? I’m afraid not. Despite the dark vibes that one gets here, despite the rumors, it had to be formally investigated. We set out on a two and a half hour trip to the tramping ground; excited, nervous, and anxious. We had heard several stories of unruly locals who do not take too kindly to intruders. Their way of dealing with the “derelict trespassers” is to make noises in the wood’s, shake tents, and move item’s from inside of the circle. This remains a popular spot for people from all over the state of North Carolina to come camp, despite the locals and their shenanigans. We went on a Friday night and saw that there were indeed campers there, very nice people who were more than willing to give us an interview. We talked, laughed, and observed the area in it’s entirety.
We conducted several EMF sessions; picking up nothing unusual. Many recording sessions revealed no EVP’S. Our photo’s revealed no entities. The video footage had no signs of Satan whatsoever. The feelings you get here can be attributed to the ominous legend, the dark stories and the mystery of growth in the circle, nothing more. After you get used to being here the vibe changes. You realize that it is nothing more that a weird circle in the woods; albeit they are creepy woods. I do urge you to check it out, but please be mindful of the property owners. Do not litter and do your best to clean up.
A once beautiful home in rural Blacksburg South Carolina burned terribly, Now the abandoned home is plagued with an angry spirit. Known to slap people in the face and move objects right in front of their eyes.
Imagine what a haunted house should look like; old, decrepit, chaotic and dark. This place has all of those features and more. The home was burned severely and the house never restored. The place was left to rot, and saying that it has rotted is putting it mildly. The entire plot of land is un-kept, giving way to druggies to come in and desecrate what was once the home of a presumably happy family. The walls are covered with black, the doors are charred and the floor is littered with waste. In the dark this place is horrifying. The loose boards and windows are the perfect set up for the wind to rattle them, creating auditory matrixing. The disturbing items scattered throughout the home would make you wonder. The cricks and sounds of the old home make your heart race; your mind starts playing tricks on you and FEAR starts to rule your every move.
Aside from auditory matrixing; the hanging remains of the homes structure would put the fear of God in you, if saw out of the corner of your eye in the night. The remains hang just right, almost as if they are begging the wind to give them a chilling push. This place is a perfect set-up for paranoia to reign over ones mind. That is our conclusion. This home looks so scary that even the bravest man would look over his shoulder inside. It would be so easy to misinterpret an animal, or the decrepit structure as something paranormal. Our data revealed nothing in picture, video or audio. there were no unusual EMF readings here, or any unexplained incidents that happened to the team. The people who have had experiences here have probably experienced nothing more than the ever so strong, mind boggling pull of “fear”
scprai.org : “Blacksburg – Rock House Rd. – There is an old tale of the history of Rock House Rd. The road runs alongside the King’s Mountain Battle Ground. Rock House Rd. got its name from a rock house that was constructed in the early 1800’s. This house is still standing and can be viewed only one day a year. The legend is, is there was a family that lived in the house. A happy family but they had a mentally impaired daughter. She was to stay in the house cellar because she was an embarrassment. Her father made her stay in the cellar all day but at night he would give her a candle and let her venture outside. One night the daughter decided to go out further than usual. Her candle however blew out. The girl was lost. She tried to find her way in the darkness but she was unsuccessful. She later died. It is said that anyone who lives on Rock House Rd. Can light a candle and hold it to the window and the girls face will appear.”
Sounds awesome right? It’s not. Nothing happens here. No voices, no faces. Pictures revealed nothing. The girl did not appear. We even went beyond candles, lighters, flashlights, Cell phone applications. Nothing.
case status: closed
case conclusion: not haunted
via Shadowlands.com According to local legend: ” White Wolf Hollow is a popular hangout for local teenagers and coon hunters. There are reports of seeing floating lights that look like flashlight. Also people have talked about seeing a huge cat-like critter that has eyes that shine red instead of the normal fluorescent green shine. A lot of the coon hunters have repeatedly ran over “white monkeys” that cross the road in front of their trucks. When they go back to look for them, there is nothing there. White Wolf Hollow is next to Kings mountain State and National Parks. There are graveyards all in the woods around the parks. White Wolf Road – Near Kings Mt. St. Park – “White Wolf Hollow”- Two things have happened there. The first is a Klan killing of a black man and his white wife. People have seen the girl in her white dress there. The second is the mysterious torching of a man’s truck back in the 60’s. The man was shot execution stile near the truck. The truck’s headlights have been seen as it has driven the road.”
This write up will be short and to the point. The SCSI went up and down this road, no white monkeys. We rode all around the area holding recording sessions, revealing nothing. The scariest thing about this place was the unusual pair of white undies hanging in a tree. This place did not feel unusual or anything. Just a nice country road near a historic battleground. There are several old cemeteries spread throughout the woods. Where there are old cemeteries, there are usually ghost stories, though this one takes the cake in oddness. No white monkeys, no ghost. Nothing more than an urban legend.
case status: closed
Case conclusion: not haunted
Gaffney, a breeding ground for hauntings. So many ghost stories in this southern town that you would think it’s actually a town of ghost, and a few places are haunted with humans. A town with history of murders, fires and violence. It’s no wonder there are so many ghost stories from this area, they all make sense. Well almost all of them.
Carson drive and the legend of “happy dog.”
Be careful on Carson drive late at night because there is a white spirit dog that will attack you on his hind legs, if he sees you. Well that’s what they say. This story has plagued the town of Gaffney over the past decade or so and the SCSI had to check it out. Our plan was simple, Drop two team members off and let them walk the road a few times while recording. As they walk letting out a few “here boy’s” along the way. SO that’s exactly what we did.
Adam Pridgen and I (Aaron Sprouse) were dropped off at the end of this very residential country road. Maxwell alexander drove to the top of the road to wait for us. It was cold, miserable and dark. Sound’s fun ay? Looking for “demon dog’s” with your friends, wrong! We made it maybe one hundred yards before getting attacked! Aaron, was it demon dog? No, these were real dog’s. Many dog’s surrounded us and they did not seem too happy. We were forced to back away slowly, whispering many “oh shit’s” and not so many “here boy’s.”
In the end we learned that there was no demon dog here, only real dog’s. Mean angry dog’s that do not like people trampling around their road late at night chanting “here boy.” I can’t say that I blame them, I probably wouldn’t like that either. There are many tells of demon dog’s all across America and I would venture to say they are nothing more than the legend of Carson Drive. A legend, a myth. A cool story to tell your friends and nothing more. This place is dangerous and I cannot encourage you to check it out but hey, this is America. Do what you will.
Case status: closed
case conclusion: no Demon dog here
A.K.A.: “The Gaffney Strangler”
Classification: Serial killer
Number of victims: 4
Date of murders: 1967 – 1968
Date of arrest: February 15, 1968
Date of birth: 1937
Victims profile: Annie Lucille Dedmond / Nancy Carol Parris, 20 / Nancy Christine Rhinehart, 14 / Opal Diane Buckson, 15
Method of murder: Strangulation
Location: Gaffney, South Carolina, USA
Status: Sentenced to four life sentences in 1969. Stabbed to death by another inmate, Kenneth Rumsey, on May 31, 1972
Leroy Martin, the cold, sick individual that tormented residents of Gaffney South Carolina in the late sixties dumped one of the bodies at this bridge. Her spirit has plagued the bridge ever since, Or so they say. The SCSI set out with a three man crew; Maxwell Alexander, Aaron Sprouse, and Adam Pridgen. Armed with nothing more than cameras and digital recorders we took took to the bridge on a cold night, searching for answers. The place has an extremely ominous feel, almost screaming haunted.
We took several pictures, recorded video and audio while at the bridge in hopes of capturing some awesome data. The air is thick, and a feeling of sheer terror comes over you while there. In the midst of our investigation the rain started falling, the thunder bellowed loudly and lighting shot across the night sky. We did not stop. We went to Leroy’s bridge in search of answers and we would not leave until we had them. Time seemed to move so slow, as if we were trapped there forever. Fighting the urge to quit, to say enough, we kept recording.
We honestly did not expect to have captured anything note worthy there, we were dead wrong. The evidence isn’t overwhelming; but what we did capture was shocking. A faint voice clearly saying “help me” on the recorder. There were several other instances of abnormalities in the audio, but nothing substantial. We could not make anything out of them and we refused to let auditory matrixing trap us in the same snare that so many other investigation unit’s fall prey to, misconception. We plan on investigating here again and i do urge you guys to check it out for yourselves.