Beaver Creek Campout
- Oct. 1 -2005
Written by "Doc J"
October 1, 2005 -
A District 5’s member Mark decided to coordinate a camp out at Beaver Creek
in Columbiana County and he brought six of his friends,
whom none had experienced any paranormal events and had no idea what to
expect. I could tell that they were a little frightened and excited at
the same time. You could feel the anxiety of the unknown creeping up on
them. It was obvious that they were indeed wanting something paranormal
to happen, yet the fear of the unknown was scary. I know this night did not let them down.
A Little
History about Beaver Creek-
Beaver creek has
some well-known legends associated with its name among both ghost
enthusiasts as well as those interested in folklore. Most of these are
associated with the Sprucevale area. Sprucevale is now an abandoned canal
town that was vacated in the 1870’s. In 1837 two brothers by the name of
Hambleton purchased surrounding land and in hopes of the Sandy and Beaver
Creek canal which ran through the Hambletons property. They also built a
stone grist mill, locksmith shop, general store and woolen factory. By
the time the canal was completed in 1848, 19 families had settled into the
quaint little town of Sprucevale.
A massive reservoir
break caused damage to the canal and the plans to rebuild it seemed like a
not so wise decision with the popularity of the railroads. With the
failure of the canal, which supported the town, Sprucevale was completely
abandoned in 1870. The mill and a brick building are all that remains
today of the town.
Gretchen’s Lock,
Esther Hale, Hambleton Mill and Pretty Boy Floyd are all events that
occurred in this area.
Gretchens Lock is
on of the more famous of the stories. Edward Gill one of the canals
builders traveled with his wife and child from
Ireland to this location. Gills
wife passed way at sea before ever reaching Ohio. In 1837 young Gretchen
fell sick with malaria and passed on. Gill stricken with grief over the
loss of his child entombed Gretchens coffin in the walls of the canal
lock. After the canal failed, Gill left for Ireland with Gretchens
remains, however they never made it back home, the ship sank before they
reached their home in Ireland. Many say that Grethchens ghost still
wanders the loch, crying for her mother.
Esther Hale was
soon to be a bride however she was stood up on her wedding day. Broken
hearted she wandered the city and bridge in hopes that her groom would
return. When the town folk checked on her in her home they found that she
had been dead for several days. She of course was still wearing her
wedding gown.
Hambleton Mill is
one of the very few that remains of the town of Sprucevale. Folklore has
it that a Quaker Preacher haunts this mill. Many say that it is the
ghost of Esther Hale.
Pretty Boy Floyd
was one of the FBI’s most wanted, was wanted for bank robberies and the
murders of 12 people. Floyd was shot here on what used to be a farm. It
is about a mile from Hambleton Mill.
Could Floyds ghost
also be one of the haunts that occur in this old abandoned ghost town?
The Camp –
Now that you know
some of the legends of this small town, we will go through the events of
the evening of staying the night here in the well known haunted town.
I arrived at the
camp near 5:40pm and looked for others, however nobody seemed to be
around. Two tents were set up, but nobody was there. We went ahead and set
up our tent and started to prepare for the evening by gathering firewood.
It wasn’t too long after that when Patti showed up with two friends
with her. They were happy to be here and I could see the excitement in
their eyes. I went up to them with smiles, for I knew Patti’s friend Laura
already. Always nice seeing friends again.
Not long after
Patti arrived, then Mark and his friends arrived too. It was like
everyone came at once. Everyone was so friendly and full of smiles. I
introduced myself several times and it felt really nice that everyone was
so happy and excited for the night to start.
As some others got
their tents up, Laura asked me how long I thought it would be before we
head out. I told her at least 45 minutes or so. She said, "ok, we would
like to go for a walk then", I said, "that is fine, we will be here.
See you
in a little bit".
Most the camp was
set up now. Everyone was chipping in rather well to gather a lot of wood
for the night. Marks friends gathered so much, I was really impressed
with their effort and help. They even gathered what I thought was nearly
a tree, we decided to sit on that one, instead of burning it.
As it started to
get dark, Patti and her two friends came back, so it was a perfect time to
sit around the camp fire and chat about paranormal events. We decided to
go around the circle and introduce each other and tell a little bit about
who we were, where we were from and what brought each other to want to
explore the paranormal.
We had very
interesting stories. WOW, for those who were not there, it would be
impossible for me to remember all the different backgrounds and events
that are so different, yet so similar. These type of events are something
that is what makes it so important to be at functions like this. I can
see now, that some of these paranormal investigations will end up great
and memorable events.
Now we decide to
walk over to Gretchen's Lock. This was my first time actually seeing this.
Although many others had been there a few times, if not many times. The
trail there in the dark was setting the spooky feeling. Not knowing what
you can encounter whether it’s nature or paranormal was building up
inside. As we all were walking, I swear the trail was a long way. Because
it was so dark, what was long, felt 3 times longer. When we got there, we
had a little sign that stated some of the folklore of the sight, but it
was really hard to read. I climbed up onto the rocks to check out the
area at which they believe that Gretchen was buried and it did have a
sense of eeriness about it.
Now, as I decided
to walk back into the trail, atop the lock, I was feeling a little weird.
I stopped and listened for a minute. The crickets or snakes or what ever
all those chirping sounds are, all of a sudden all stopped. I didn’t know
why, but I snapped my camera a few times at that moment. I did get what I
would call a beautiful solid orb in movement. A couple of seconds later,
all the nature sounds came back again. I didn’t know I had caught an
orb, until the next day when I looked through all my pictures. I was
happy I did manage to catch something there. Just glad it wasn’t a brown
bear, for they are reported also to be in these woods.
We all decide to
turn around and head back to the camp, and get ready to head out to the
brick house that is located at the entrance of our group camp site. We
also decided that it would be too much for us all to go at the same time
so we divided up into two groups.
At
this time, Stacey showed up. Who comes out here frequently and knows her
way around pretty well, which is nice since I had only been there one
other time. Stacey informed us that her family was also on their way. So
we were glad that our large group separated into two smaller ones.
Mark and his
friends went first. While Patti and her friends as well as my husband Tim
and I hung back to wait for Stacey, you see, Stacey had to run to the
parking lot so that her family could find her. We knew they were coming,
so we waited for her, while letting Mark and his group to get a head
start. We hung around the fire for a little while then decided to go
ahead and go.
Upon going to the
brick house, Stacey came over to us and said that some teens were playing
pranks and to be careful cause they were being real loud and just goofing
off. Other people were dressed up too. There was a guy on stilts walking
around, he had on a long black robe and was dressed up as the grim reaper
(on stilts) . As I was walking to the house, I saw the back of the black
robe, but I thought there was a sign in the ground and someone through a
black robe on it. It never dawned on me that the robe was on a person, on
stilts and was gone a few minutes later. I found out later when I
actually asked the guy how tall he was on them. He stated he was 8’3” or
so. I asked if I could borrow them…. Everyone knows I am only 5’ tall.
Everyone laughed.
We were now at the
brick house, We had parked our cars in the front while checking out the
building. Everyone was standing in front, listening to the teens loud
screaming and ruckus. While I went ahead and walked around to the back of
the house. As I was walking around back, I was alone, and man did I feel
so alone for the moment. I got a little dizzy, or clumsy as I tripped on
what I thought was some kind of clothing dropped on the ground. It felt
like a leather coat, and my foot got caught in it while trying to move
forward as I was snapping pictures. It was so dark, and I really thought
there was something on the ground in the form of clothing, so I snapped a
picture, for that was my only light. The flash of my camera was my guide
for where I was walking. There was nothing on the ground, not what I felt
anyway, so I started shooting even more pictures. I started to get really
spooked though. It felt like something was there. I decided to do this
quickly and get back with the others. I snapped more than I thought, due
to thinking I was just spooking myself out. When I checked these pictures
the next day, I had caught severe amounts of ecto, all over the place.
I have never
captured
this many pictures in one evening with that much activity to show for
documentation. Back to being
at the house now, I finally went back to the others standing near their
cars. I then explained to both Tim and Stacey that I felt stranger than I
normally feel behind that house. Stacey then went behind the house and was
trying to do her investigating.
Meanwhile, Marks
group was now coming back, so we stopped and talked to them before
actually checking out the house. They told us that the teens were being
real rude and that we should be careful. He said that they were becoming
a problem.
We then walked to
the other brick building, this one is called the Mill. As we were walking
towards it, just across the street from the entrance of
the group camp ground area those teens were screaming at us to turn off
our flashlights. Well, we are trying to walk in the dark, there are
stones, sticks as well as horse poo all over. We do not want to step in,
or trip over this stuff, so we were no way going to turn off our
flashlights, just because kids want to play pranks on on coming traffic.
Which we felt was very dangerous. However, we told them, we are not going
to turn off our flashlights and they got very angry with us. The
screaming and flaming was all we could handle. We ignored them for the
most part. But they called us some religious church group? They hadn’t a
clue.
Trying to ignore
these teens, being angry, I misplaced any sensitivity that I may have been
feeling and replaced it with anger. I snapped my pictures again walking to the
back, alone. I was quick, because I just wanted to get away from that area
so we could have some peace. It was very nerve racking to be constantly
yelled at, as if we were causing them to not have fun. We did hurry, but
words flew back and forth. When I checked my pictures from this place,
they also had tons of ecto all over them. I then thought to myself, the
spirit from the brick house followed me and I was too frustrated from
those teens to pick up on it.
Before we knew it,
we were back at our cars and ready to go to the Clarkston
Cemetery. A place also known for
it’s activity. The last time I was there, I heard my name whispered at
least three times. It was eerie and it was nearly 3am. So I couldn’t stay
long the last time.
One of Marks
friends, who had never had a paranormal experience, had a spirit talk to
him. It creped him out, but he swears it happened. I am sure it did,
because I have had it happen to me in the very same place. I snapped
quite a few pictures in this grave yard. Some have possible orbs and Mark
caught a large, super bright orb as well. I am not sure if anyone else
caught more. As I am still waiting to hear from others.
Mark and I spent
some time reviewing his pictures and talking a little bit about camera
settings and other stuff. We also noticed that warm spots were coming off
the tomb stones as well. If you placed your hand over any carving, you
could feel a warmth coming from them. Mark and I decided that this was
from the sun, during the day, soaking in heat, and because it was 54 deg.
outside, we were getting the warmth if the marble inside the core of the
stone. Just something we never noticed before.
After spending some
time in the cemetery we decided to head back, and all chill for a but.
Only we were hit with a surprise.
We were all sitting
by the campfire listening to each others thoughts and stories from the
night, and all of a sudden I hear these men yelling “I need someone from
over there to come and talk to us, We are the Beaver
Creek State Police”. Holy
cow…. What could it be. I walk over to talk to the officer and he asked
me “What are you all doing here?” I said “Camping?” He said “A call was
placed saying that you folks were drunk and throwing glass bottles at the
teens and breaking the bottles all over”. I said, “they are wrong, we
are all just sitting here being quiet and about to turn in, while minding
our own business at this point”. The conversation was dragging on… as the
police officer said he was sick of all the paranormal groups coming out
here and ever since one of the groups three months ago called in about a
911 call, about hearing a gunshot and sending us on a wild goose chase and
having half the police force out combing the woods was not appreciated and
it seems to be going on ever since that. (At that point, my heart almost
stopped, because I am in more than one group, and I happened to be out
there that night that the other group decided to call 911 after picking up
a gunshot, and an evp on what sounded like a woman, calling for help. They
couldn’t tell if it was real, or ghost, so they decided to call to be on
the safe side. I know for a fact that half the force was not out in the
field, as they stated, I also know that the group gave them a copy of the tape as proof
for their claim.) Anyway, The police sure acted as if they were not happy
and said that if they got another call, we would have to pack up and
leave. At one point, the one officer said if we refused to leave, we would
be arrested! (This I did NOT understand or know why, and I don’t know what
has gone on from the night of June 10th till Oct. 1st
2005, but I will say this….The police were not in good moods, they talked
negatively about paranormal groups and October is not a good time to go
down to the camp ground if your not wanting a little chaos with your
camping. The police finally left us alone, and told us they were going to
go back to those teens who placed a prank call and let them know it was
not appreciated.
Because of
Halloween celebration and the town having festivals, we did not attempt to
investigate the Pretty Boy Floyd site. Although I would have liked to, we
all had basically had enough for the night. So we sat around the camp fire
some more, then headed off to bed.
This is the close
of our camp night… it was wild, chaotic yet fun and exciting. Those who
wanted to experience something indeed did.
I was able to catch
phenomenal photos at which I will have on the web site as well in the
Photo's section.
Until next time,
Happy haunting!
Doc J -
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