As some of you know already from having listened to Crypto Four Corners radio at Untamed Dimensions last night, I and two of my good friends /colleagues,Nick Redfern and Ken Gerhard will be hosting a new radio show in the very near future.
When we have everything together such as the date of the first show and what nights it will air,I will post the information here in the Moonshadow blog so you can mark your calendar and join us!
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Today Jessica and I took a ride out to the Canton area to do a pre-investigation study of the Denton Road bridge and the surrounding area.
There is so much history that lies just beneath the surface of that entire area that we'll have to do many investigations to cover even a portion it.
As we drove through where the bridge is located,an eerie ambience fell over the van.
It was like we had just slipped into another dimension of time .
With the exception of the newly built condos that now dot the land heavily, and the occasional jogger or bicycle,there is a stillness to the place that can only be described as otherworldly.
We met a gentleman named Don who has lived there since 1963 and was not only able to give us a first-hand account of the folklore,but also had a wealth of knowledge regarding the development of the area as well.
Don told us that the bridge was called "knock knock bridge" by all the local children when he was growing up,because,as legend has it,if you knocked three times and waited,something spooky was bound to happen.
From ghost lights to shadowy dark figures chasing cars,there have always been strange stories passed down from one generation to the next.
The most well known of all the legends was that of a young woman who's child was killed by a car. It is said that on some nights you can see her walking the bridge in search of her child,and that the child can be heard crying.
Another story tells of a local farmer who returned home drunk one night to find his young wife in the midst a romantic trist with another man. He first murdered his wife's lover,then proceeded to chase after her.
The woman ran off with their infant child wrapped tightly in her arms and hid from him under the bridge.
He eventually found,and slew,both mother and child.
One more,and perhaps the most grisly of all the stories,was the one Don was most familiar with,and which isnt readily found among the many varying accounts online regarding the Denton Road Bridge haunting.
This one tells of a patient who escaped from a nearby mental hospital and slipped off into the night,killed two young women,and hung them in the trees nearby.
Don said there were various stories that circulated about what he had done to them before finally killing them,but none of the things mentioned among the tales are the kind you would want to repeat to anyone.
Though there hasnt been any recent paranormal activity reported,the stories still abound regarding the old wooden bridge,which has now been reconstructed from cement and looks nothing like it used to.
There have been many cosmetic changes to the little village in recent years,but one thing that clearly remains the same is the overall atmosphere of eeriness.
We plan to go back over the weekend for our initial investigation. We'll have most of the team along with us.
Will we stir up an age old legend and be able to document it?...
......We certainly hope so.
Stay tuned!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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I had an experance on Denton Rd many years ago (48+). It happened on a friday night a few hours after a well meaning teacher had tried to explain mystery lights away as good old swamp gas. ( I no longer remember why, or by whom this was mentioned in class.)
That evening my friend Jim and I had dates with a couple of girls who lived in Lakeland, Mi, ( we lived in the Chelsea area). The early evening was typical of the area, and era, crusing the driveins on stadium in Ann Arbor, then watching the lights come on from the top of the arboredom (sp??). At some point during this our recent class talk was brought up. All had heard of mystery lights, but one of the girls had lived for a while in Ypsilanti, and told us the stories of the denton rd light. It seemed that if you drove down the road at night, a light might appear that would follow your car. Jim and I, of course, knew the answer to this legend, because our teacher had told us, so we had to prove to the girls there was nothing to fear.
We arived on denton rd (at that time a dirt road, I recall no buildings on that section beyond the corner of rt 12 at that time) turning left off rt 12 between Ypsi, and Wayne. We went down the road past a large corn field on the right which changed to a brushy pasture (I think the left side was a low lying woods) crossed a snall bridge,(yours ?) and on for quite a ways, (without seeing anything) to a stop sign at a paved road. Turning around we went back then came down the road again.
By that time several Cokes Had taken their toll, and Jim and I needed to pause for a nature call. I stopped the car at the near end of the bridge, got a flash light from the trunk, and Jim and I leaving yhe girls in the car, crossed the road and climed down beside the small stream that went under the bridge. After doing what we had come for, we noticed that the footing for the bridge extended out leaving a high dry path clear across the road beneath the bridge. That was when Jim got the idea to to trick the girls.
We crossed under the road and climed a fence going back even with the car with the light off. I was wearing a white shirt and thought i might be seen, so I stayed back about 15 feet from the fence, while Jim at the fence covered the lens with his fingers, turned on the light, flicked his fingers apart a couple of times to get their attention. the girks screamed, we laughed and went back to the car to catch hell (well deserved).
On down the road near the end we saw the light, way back down the road. I stopped and we watched as it slowly got nearer. At what seemed slightly less than a half block behind us it stopped, a basketball sized light that cast no beam, nothing could be seen around it. Sense it came no closer, I turned the car trying to aproch it, but it seemed to stay the same distance away, I sped up trying to catch it, soon I was chasing it at high speed. As I passed the bridge I glanced down and saw I was doing over 80 MPH and still speeding up, but it stayed ahead. Then it veared off into the corn field and dissapeared.
I turned the car around and we started down the road again at less than 100 ft from the paved road the girl in back with Jim clamed to see the light again. I stopped the car but couldn't see it. Being a typicly smart teenage boy, I remained turned in my seat, and started jockying around in the road for a better view, which ended with us stuck in a ditch. We took turms one pair of us at a time outside with the flashlight in hope of stopping a car on the paved rd. The last time the girl with me and I took our tutn outside, Jim called us back into the car. When we were in the car again, Jim asked the girl with me to tell me what she had seen when we played our trick on them back at the bridge. She said that they saw 2 lights about 5 ft apart that seemed to be 20 ft beyond the fence, that went out when they started screaming. Jim told me that while they were waiting in the car he had his arm around his girl when she dropped his lighter and couldn't find it. She asked Jim for the flashlight, and he said I had it, then she asked where the other one was, and when he told her we only had one, she just stiffened up, then she told him about seeing the 2 lights the other girl discribed later.
After that Jim and I had to do the staying out looking for cars, while the girls stayed locked in my car. While we waited we talked and it sunk in that the girls hadn't been alone to make up their story sense we had stopped at the bridge, we had seen no hint of light around us, and as I had been about 15 ft from the fence the lights were only around 5 ft behind me. After that I don't think we wanted to be out there any more than the girls did, but we had to be.
We were rescued by 2 guys in a pickup who pulled us out of the ditch, and a cop, who I think would have arrested us if we didn't have the girls with us. He told us to get the girls home and not to come back screwing around there again, which we were only to happy to do. I don't know about the girls and Jim, but I mever talk about what happened.
I never told that teacher he was an idiot, but any fool knows a clowd of gas can't stay together at 80+ MPH. Also, I am now 64 years old, and don't write spook stories. I now live in New Mexico, and wouldn't have posted this if your tail hadn't struck home.
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