Real Haunts: Elbow Road
Hello everyone. I have not written about real haunts in a while and just got inspired the other day of another that I have visited. Let me tell you of my adventure on Elbow Road in Virginia. One of the most haunted roads in Virginia some say.
I was 16 at the time when my friend Mikey P. and I decided to go check out the haunted house on Elbow Road. I had just got my license when we decided to go to Elbow Road with two ladies for an adventure. At the time I only heard about the haunted house and did not realize that the entire road was said to be haunted by a little girl and a woman nicknamed Mrs. Woble (Elbow Spelled Backwards). I had to admit I was excited to go. Mikey had been there before and wanted me and these two girls to join him and we decided to go. He knew where it was located so he sat in the passenger seat to help with navigation. This strip of road is just that a two lane type highway with deep ditches on both sides of the road that a mistake when cause severe damage to you or your car with no where to go but a ditch that fills during rainy nights.
The legend of Mrs. Woble is that she lived in this house by herself, a long time ago. One day someone had heard commotion from the house and the police were sent to figure out what was wrong. They found her house had broken windows but she was nowhere to be found. It is said that she is like a white lady ghost. One who walks the road beaten and battered looking for her home that eventually was destroyed years ago but at the time I was 16 was still off the main road. It is rumored that you will see her and if you decide to pick her up to take her home she will sit in the back of the car asking where her home is a giving you directions but once you start on a curve on Elbow Road she will disappear and the steering wheel will be ripped out of your hands sending you careening off the road.
I was fortunate enough to have the two ladies sitting in the back because even if I saw her their would be no way I could pick her up without the girls noticing something askew. However, it does not mean that the road was anyway less creepy knowing that due to the fact no lights are present besides your headlights. When we started to approach the house that was said to be her home the feel of the night became eerily changed. At the moment we passed by the home Elbow Road had a fog beginning to form as if knowing what we were planning to do. Mikey P. told me to drive up a little bit further where a church sat that we could park to make our way to the house. The reason was that there were no trespassing signs throughout the homes estate, so we were not willing to get arrested that night.
As we pulled up to the church to park Mikey was preparing the camera we were going to take in to film our adventure. He loaded a fresh battery and made sure it worked before we left the car. Their was a field we had to travel covered in trees to make our way to the house where we started to bullshit a bit and mess with the girls to get them scared. But as we approached the energy changed around us. All of us felt uneasy as each step it seemed a mist began to form on our path. Mikey turned on the light of the camera for us to film and see where we were going. We had to enter the back way of the house because the front was boarded up. When we started to head for the backdoor it got a bit colder before entering. However, once we were in the house it became warm and humid.
Once we entered the smell of mildew and rot filled our nostrils. The house was extremely dilapidated and smelled unique. Not sure how to describe it besides unique. We began our exploration with the camera. Trash and broken furniture scattered about the lower part of the house. It became a bit stuffy as we entered the kitchen where a wooden stove still sat with broken dishes and glass covered the floor. Beer bottles and old dishes caked in dust as if people use to come here and hang then decided to never do it again. Soot surrounded the inside of the stove as silverware was strewn about throughout this area. We then made our way across the hall pass the steps into the living room more furniture and graffiti covered the walls broken and stale. Noises echoed through the house the girls a bit more nervous now heard the noises but we decided that it could be us and the old floor boards. Mikey and I cracked jokes to hide our fear as we too were nervous but could not show our fear. You know those cheesy jokes to hide your true feelings that men and women both make to try to ease their nervousness. But we still felt uneasy. Mikey then told us to come with him upstairs. He wanted to show us something.
We made our way to the staircase and each step we took the screech of the stairs called out as we moved to the second story. We arrived to the second floor and it had become drastically colder up there, than what we experienced on the first floor. Mist came from our noses a mouths as we breathed. Each person could see each others breath. We walked down the hall and a breeze swept over us. Mikey P. stopped in front of well covered grafiti wall and pointed the light to a quote on the wall. It was a poem written in red ink. I began to read it and as I finished the light on the camera went out. The camera fully drained. We decided it was time to go and we did in a hurry. Now frightened and overwhelmed with goosebumps we headed across the field to the car. We left shock and awed as we drove back home.
Many have explored that house back in the day. I do not know the experiences they had but that was mine. Cold, uneasy, and nervousness is what I felt. The house has been demolished since then but some say if you drive Elbow Road late at night where the house once stood you can still see what resembles windows with the light on in the barren field where the house once stood. And this is not the only haunt on Elbow Road. Let me tell you of the little girl who drowned in the nearby lake.
I have not experienced this haunt yet because I never tried it. In it of itself it is dangerous to do just because of the road design. It is said if you drive your car down Elbow Road late at night you and park it a little girl may visit you. The have no name for her but she apparently drowned in Stumpy Lake. How to make this phenomena occur is dangerous because there are many blind turns on a road with no lights. You are to park your car and sit on its hood. And you will soon hear a little girl laughing. If you watch the road in front of you while on your hood you will see wet footprints the size of a child walking toward you. If you feel safer inside the car all you need to do is flour your hood or trunk and listen to the laughter when you feel brave enough you must get out of your parked car and look where the flour was sprinkled and you will see a child’s hand-prints on top of your car.
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