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Haunted Cemeteries.  Everyone knows of at least one haunted cemetery. Entire books have been written about them: Bachelor’s Grove in Chicago, nearby Resurrection Cemetery, home of “Resurrection Mary,” Hollywood Forever Cemetery in Los Angeles, the Howard Street Cemetery in Salem - allegedly haunted by the ghost of poor Giles Corey, who was pressed to death during the Salem witch trials - and El Campo Santo Cemetery in San Diego, one of the oldest cemeteries in California, haunted by a number of spirits – all memorial sites in which the dead aren’t quite quiet or gone.  Which is odd, when you think about it, since ghosts are said to haunt where they died or where they lived, it seems unlikely that a cemetery would be haunted, as most people neither die in nor live in one, but only have their mortal remains buried there.

Yet, it would pay to remember that every cemetery has countless stories within their walls.  Lifetimes, not just bodies, are contained within, marked by stones that give only a few details about the people buried under them.  A name.  The years they were born and died. Perhaps a brief sentiment such as “Beloved Husband,” “Loving Mother” or “Rest in Peace.” But lurking within the stories of the ghosts and spirits that allegedly lie in wait within burial grounds are actually the stories of the human beings who lived those lives and then passed on. In some ways, a ghost story is a continuation of one’s life story.  Today I’m going to talk about two of those lives for whom death was not the end, but whose stories continued after their passing on. They have become legends, but the legends do not represent the actual stories of their lives. We’ll focus on two places that exist as abodes for the dead, in which the dead aren’t quite, well, dead.

Hi, I’m MF Thomas and welcome the My Dark Path podcast. In every episode, we explore the fringes of history, science and the paranormal. So, if you geek out over these subjects, you’re among friends here at My Dark Path. We hope you’ll check us out on youtube, Instagram, sign up for our newsletter at mydarkpath.com, or just send an email to us at explore@mydarkpath.com. We also want to thank our Patreon supporters, including long-time supporters .  If you’d like to get exclusive content, please consider signing up at patreon.com/mydarkpath.

Finally, thank you for listening and choosing to walk the Dark Paths of the world with me – for a Happy Halloween, let’s spend some time in Connecticut and California in honor of Midnight Mary and Crazy Sarah.

PART ONE

Before I share the stories of Mary and Sarah, however, our dark path leads through a number of haunted cemeteries in Connecticut.  Connecticut is the third smallest state, but the fourth most densely populated, and has an outsized number of supposedly haunted cemeteries.  Perhaps it is because there has been a human presence in the river valleys of the area for over ten thousand years.  The state is named after the Mohegan-Pequot word meaning “land along the long tidal river.” The first Europeans arrived in 1614, with the first English settlers in 1633, inhabiting Windsor and Wethersfield, and a mass migration of Puritans from Massachusetts in 1636. For almost four centuries Europeans and Americans have been dying and being buried in the Connecticut soil.  As of this recording, there are 198 cemeteries currently in operation in the Constitution state, and hundreds of older cemeteries no longer accepting new tenants.  It is not unusual to walk in the Connecticut woods and stumble across a small colonial or ancient family graveyard.

Allegedly haunted cemeteries include the Cemetery at the Connecticut Valley Hospital, Middletown where the tombstones have no names, only the patient ID number of the person buried below.  Mountain Grove Cemetery in Bridgeport, founded in 1849, and best known as the final resting place of P.T. Barnum is also known for the spirits of Native Americans who supposedly lived in a village that was once on the same spot and the ghost of a young boy who can be heard crying out for his mother.  Pine Grove Cemetery in Ansonia also has a variety of phantoms reported on its grounds. People have heard the sounds of children playing when no one else is around, or moans, or smelled the overpowering aroma of roses. Three dark figures guarding the gates of the cemetery have been reported.

In the little town of Seymour lies Great Hill Cemetery, better known to local teenagers as Hookman’s Cemetery.  I think most people know the urban legend of the Hookman – a couple is making out at the local lover’s lane when the radio announces a maniac with a hook replacing one of his hands has escaped from a local asylum.  The girl begs the boy to drive her home and finally he relents.  Upon arrival the boy gets out to open her door and faints dead away.  Hanging from the car door handle is a hook.  Hookman’s Cemetery, however, offers a variation. Supposedly, depending on who is telling the tale, a family named Hookman were either slaughtered in the cemetery one night or were slaughtered in their home and brought to Great Hill Cemetery. Regardless of where they died, they were interred at Great Hill and now thus haunt it.  Great Hill was first established in the eighteenth century and many of the town’s founders are buried there. Like all small towns, Seymour loves its legends and their variations.  Another version of the story tells that the son of the Hookman family was the murderer. Another version states Hookman was the name of the caretaker who lived in the house behind the cemetery and who was unjustly accused of crimes and, seeing no way out, hanged himself in the cemetery.  Another version tells of a cemetery caretaker with a hook for a hand who hanged a young boy in the cemetery.  The town historian and current caretaker both deny any and all of these stories – there is no evidence anyone was murdered in the cemetery, there was ever a caretaker or family named Hookman, or that a man with a hook worked at Great Hill.  Still, like the urban legend of the Hook, these stories get passed around between teenagers both to encourage them to test their bravery by going to the cemetery at night and paradoxically to avoid the cemetery at night due to stranger danger.

Gunntown Cemetery, established in 1790 in the Millville section of Naugatuck, is a very old cemetery, which makes it interesting that it does not have any local legends or other stories of violent crimes, lost loves, the deaths of young children or other drivers of cemetery ghosts.  Yet high amounts of paranormal activity have been reported taking place within its fences.  People have recounted hearing music in the cemetery when none was playing and disembodied children’s laughter….which seems creepy.  Others have seen things: a man carrying a lantern and leading a horse at night; or a little boy playing near the back wall of the cemetery; or a large black dog running through the burial ground, all of whom are reported to quickly vanish when people approach.    

Stepney Cemetery in Monroe is supposedly haunted by a Lady in White. She and a few other apparitions, not to mention countless orbs have been seen there. The cemetery has been investigated a few times by Ed and Lorraine Warren, both of whom are now buried there. Another woman in white can be found at Milford Cemetery in Milford, while a “Green Lady” haunts Seventh Day Baptist Cemetery in Burlington.  Her name is Elisabeth and she drowned in a nearby swamp.  She is said to take the form of a young woman surrounded by a green mist that drifts down the road leading to the cemetery and then stops to hover over her grave, which is the only unvandalized one in the entire graveyard,

By far the most famous Connecticut cemetery is Union Cemetery in Easton, made famous by Ed and Lorraine Warren, whom I talked about way back in Season two, episode 33 “A Date with the Warrens.”  Union Cemetery, like Stepney Cemetery, is also haunted by a Lady in White.

Union Cemetery’s Lady in White is described as a woman with long, dark hair, wearing a nightgown and a matching bonnet.  So many stories are told of her.  No one is sure of her actual life story, but there are a number of popular theories.  One says she is the ghost of a woman murdered in the 1940s.  Another says she is the mother of the woman murdered in the 1940s, now looking for her lost daughter.  Still another claims that she travels between the Union cemetary and others nearby looking for her infant son who died just after being born.  She has been seen dozens of times, by witnesses both reliable and unreliable. One motorist even claims to have accidentally hit the White Lady, leaving a dent in his car. There is no record whether or not his insurance company accepted that claim. Ed and Lorraine Warren also claim to have seen the White Lady.

Indeed, Union Cemetery was a major source for investigations for the Warrens.  So much so they wrote a book entitled Graveyard in 1992, telling the story of Union Cemetery and their research there. Lorraine claims that Union Cemetery is such a haunted and demon-infested space that it “has long exerted a dark influence on the lives of many people living in a six mile radius of it.”  The Warrens collected over two dozen stories of tragedies that took place in and around Union Cemetery: two young girls killed in a car crash in front of the cemetery gates, a man who committed suicide using dynamite inside the cemetery, a woman tried to stab her husband there, an eleven-year-old boy playing in the cemetery even allegedly found himself possessed by a demon.  According to the Warrens, Union Cemetery is not only haunted, it is a supernatural version of a nuclear plant gone meltdown, poisoning the area around it and destroying lives.

In addition to the Lady in White, another entity found in Union Cemetery is known as “Red Eyes.”  Witnesses claim that when the cemetery grows dark at dusk, you can see a pair of glowing red eyes glaring at you out of bushes in the cemetery.  If you run for the gates, you will hear footsteps running after you, chasing you until you exit the cemetery.  Locals believe that Red Eyes is the spirit of a man named Earlie Kellog, a man set on fire in the street in 1935 and buried in Union Cemetery.  It is because of the Lady in White, Red Eyes, and the Warrens that Union Cemetery has been featured in numerous television programs and ghost hunting shows and is known all over the world.

Union might be the most famous haunted cemetery in the nutmeg state, but the most famous grave belongs to Mary E. Hart, now better known as “Midnight Mary,” an unfortunate young woman buried alive when she fainted in a swoon, now supposedly haunting another cemetery in New Haven.

PART TWO

According to its website, Evergreen Cemetery was founded by New Haven’s most prominent citizens in 1848.  An eighty-five acre park in the West River neighborhood.  It is the resting place of many members of the Winchester family, including Sarah Winchester, about whom we will speak more later.  It is also the final residence of a number of significant individuals: Civil War General Edwin S. Greeley, Leo Tolstoy’s son Count Ilya Tolstoy, and social anthropologist and Yale professor Bronisław Malinowski, whose writings were profoundly influential on the development of twentieth-century anthropology.  And yet arguably one of the most famous residents is Mary E. Hart, better known as Midnight Mary.

According to local legend, 48-year old Mary had some sort of attack and fell into a swoon – just dropped straight to the floor without warning on October 15, 1872 and did not recover.  Her husband assumed she was dead and had her buried immediately. The night of the funeral, her sister (or aunt – depending on which version you hear) woke up at midnight from a nightmare she had about her sister screaming in the grave. She begged to have her sister exhumed. It took awhile to convince the authorities, but her grave was eventually opened.  What they found was horrific.  Mary's fingers were bloody, her fingernails were ripped off, and she had a petrified expression on her face. It seemed clear she had been buried alive, woke up in the casket and desperately tried to claw her way out as she slowly suffocated. Local historians theorize she had a stroke and appeared lifeless but was slowly recovering from that stroke and when enough time had passed she had regained consciousness already six feet under, a terrifying prospect. 

On the stone that marks her grave are written the words:

At high noon

just from and about to renew her daily work, in her full strength of body and mind

Mary E. Hart

having fallen prostrate

remained unconscious, until she died at midnight October 15,1872

Born December 16,1824.

Below that is a phrase from the book of Job in the bible: “The people shall be troubled at midnight and pass away.”

The link between Mary’s untimely demise and the epitaph seems clear, but an urban legend has grown that the words are a curse and a warning that Mary means to punish people for burying her alive.  She did not punish her husband or the doctor or the undertaker, however, who would seem to bear the lion’s share of responsibility for her premature burial.  Instead, the legend goes that anyone in Evergreen Cemetery after midnight or anyone who desecrates her grave in any manner will quickly die.  Local college students (and there are a lot of colleges in New Haven and the surrounding area) often dare each other to go into the cemetery at midnight. Legends circulate the campuses about students who tried to do so being found dead on “Midnight Mary’s” grave with a look of abject horror on their faces.  Other stories tell of students found dead on the fence, as if trying to escape something chasing them through the cemetery. Three sailors were reported to have been impaled on the iron spikes of the fence surrounding the cemetery after visiting Mary’s grave at midnight while on leave. These tales are told and retold, especially by each generation of teenagers and college students that find themselves on the streets of New Haven.

If these sound like urban legends, it is because they truly are – legends that is.  One account claims Mary was actually a witch, and the inscription on her tombstone a warning against disturbing her grave.  (For the record, Mary was not a witch).  Another story is told of a horse and wagon passing by the cemetery gate just as the clock in a local church tower struck twelve. The horse, wagon, and driver allegedly sank from view, as if slipping into quicksand, and disappearing forever, never to be seen again. There’s even a version of the young hitchhiking ghost story told of Midnight Mary.  Supposedly, a young man, perhaps a Yale student, picked up a young women late at night walking along  Davenport Avenue, and dropped her off at her request at the house that sits across from Mary’s grave on Winthrop Street. The next day he returned to the house to check on the young woman who looked pale and not well only to be told there was no one named Mary at the house, and instead he should look across the street in Evergreen for her.

According to a tale told in The New Haven Register, the local paper, in 1999, on a cold dark winter night the general manager of Evergreen Cemetery received notice that the security alarm was going off at the graveyard, but the security company had no additional details.  He got in his car and drove over, noting it was “dark as hell” and that there did not seem to be any intruders, or police, or anyone, really. He turned off the alarm, got back in his car, and when he attempted to exit the cemetery his car would not move – he said it felt like something was holding the car back.  The clock read 11:59 p.m.  When he came back to work the next morning, the system showed no record of any alarm having gone off.  The man told the newspaper he thought it was Midnight Mary

It is indeed a grim and horrific thing to think that the malevolent spirit of Midnight Mary has cut so many young lives short, and can hold cars and set off alarms.  She seems like a dangerous presence. The problem is, there is no actual historical evidence for most of the story. Mary E. Hart was a real person who clearly dropped into unconsciousness and died at midnight on October 15,1872.  There is no record of her being exhumed revealing evidence of having been prematurely buried. She gets her nickname from the inscription from the book of Job on the tombstone, but “Midnight Mary” is far more urban legend than actual phantom.

The fun part of urban legends is they are fun to believe.  They will send a shiver down your spine and are especially enjoyed in the company of friends who bond over the communal sense of horror, disgust, or wonder.  When given the option between myth and reality, the myth is so much more interesting and magical.  The night the general manager’s car would not move there was snow and freezing rain falling.  Residents of New England will tell you if you move a parked car onto a patch of road that has a little ice your wheels will spin and it will feel like someone’s holding the car, but it is merely a vehicle trying and failing to get traction on a slippery surface.  That’s a good scientific explanation for what happened, but that is not the story told on the lantern tours around the cemetery. An icy road is not nearly as romantic, spooky or fun as a ghost trying to prevent someone from leaving the cemetery before midnight.  And the legend of Midnight Mary is so much more spooky and fun, than the reality of poor Mary Hart who passed from mortality at far too young an age.

PART THREE

Connecticut is historically known for its armaments industry. Colt, Smith and Wesson, Sturm and Ruger, Winchester and Remington are all firearms manufacturers developed in the state.  In 2021 there were 33 active firearms manufacturers located in the state.

These manufacturers are also not immune to ghostly presences.  The abandoned Remington Arms Factory in Bridgeport was one of America’s largest munition factories in the early twentieth century.  A factory explosion in 1942 killed several workers and ever since, shadowy figures have been seen walking the floor of the derelict building.

The weapon most associated with ghosts, however, is the Winchester Repeating Rifle and that is all due to a single woman.  Sarah Lockwood Pardee was born in New Haven, Connecticut in 1839, the daughter of Leonard Pardee, a craftsman and woodworker who was successful enough to pay for a lovely home and tutors for his daughters.  Sarah was known to her friends and family by the nickname Sallie. On September 30, 1862, when she was 23, she married William Wirt Winchester in New Haven. Winchester was the only son of Oliver Winchester, who had patented a men’s shirt design and was a successful men’s clothing manufacturer until he bought the Volcanic Repeating Arms Company in 1855 and renamed it first the New Haven Arms Company and then later the Winchester Repeating Arms Company. Oliver was a larger than life figure, actively involved in Republican politics and even serving as Lieutenant Governor of Connecticut after the Civil War. 

Sallie, or Sarah as we know her, had married into a very wealthy, powerful extended family.  She was happy and in love.  But her happiness was not to last, as tragedy after tragedy struck the Winchester family. Annie Pardee Winchester, Sarah and William’s only child, was born on June 15, 1866, and died a little over a month later on July 25, 1866, of marasmus, a form of severe nutrition deficiency in babies which does not allow them to digest food.  Sarah went into deep mourning over the loss of her daughter.  She and William never had any other children.  Family Patriarch Oliver Winchester died on December 10, 1880, leaving the munitions firm to William. In 1881, however, Sarah lost both her mother and her beloved William, the latter to tuberculosis. 

The legend goes that Sarah was so grief stricken she consulted a medium.  Several sources name Adam Coons as the medium with whom she consulted, but this is far from a verified fact and a search of records from the period show no such person in New Haven at the time.

Allegedly, the medium told Sarah that she was cursed by “the terrible weapon” as the alleged medium put it, guaranteeing that those she loved would die young, that as long as she was connected to all the blood money from the sale of Winchester rifles, she would never know peace.  She must appease the spirits by leaving New Haven, moving west to California, and finding a place she would recognize when she saw it, building a home there for herself and the spirits of all those killed by Winchester rifles.

In 1884, the widowed Sarah moved to San Jose, California, bought a farmhouse called Llanada Villa and began renovating it.  By the time of her death in 1922 at the age of 83, the original eight-room house had been transformed into a 160 plus room Victorian mansion with cutting-edge modern amenities such as indoor plumbing, hot and cold running water, gas lamps, and many others.  Supposedly the sounds of building never stopped, as Sallie, I mean Sarah, continually directed the building and rebuilding of the house based on advice given to her by the spirits in late night seances that she carried out in a space designated the séance room at the heart of the house.

In her book Haunted Houses of California, Antoinette May calls Sarah Winchester “surely the most enigmatic woman in the history of the west” and the house she built, “a Gothic Victorian living monument to the dead.” 

According to the Winchester Mystery House’s own website, the house contains:

24,000 square feet

10,000 windows

2,000 doors

52 skylights

47 stairways and fireplaces

17 chimneys

13 bathrooms

And 6 kitchens

built at a price tag of five million dollars in 1923 or seventy-one million today.

Stories quickly spread throughout the Santa Clara valley of Crazy Sarah Winchester and her haunted mystery house. Stranger occurrences took place there, and all the neighbors and workmen had stories about disembodied voices, strange noises and music, and fleeting shadows seen in the windows and lawns of Sarah’s mansion.

Supposedly she was obsessed with the number 13. Her will was 13 pages with 13 signatures, the stairways had thirteen steps, a stained glass window had thirteen panels, thirteen holes in the drain in the kitchen sink, thirteen lights on all chandeliers, rooms with thirteen windows, thirteen cupolas on the greenhouse  – if you tour the house which is open to the public, the number thirteen is everywhere. Clearly, she was obsessed with the occult and did not suffer from triskaidekaphobia – the fear of the number thirteen!

Supposedly a bell in the clock tower of the house was rung every night by a bell ringer paid solely for that job, and only at midnight and two in the morning. The story is told that these were the hours that Sarah’s spectral guests arrived and departed in the séance room. They would give Sarah instructions on what to build next.  The Winchester Mystery House is billed as the only structure in the world designed by ghosts for ghosts.

Sarah Winchester died on September 5, 1922 in her bed in the mystery house.  When word got out that she had died, the workmen and carpenters put down their tools, walked away and the house was left in an incomplete state. Or so the legend goes.  Her body was transported back to Connecticut, and the house went on to become a tourist attraction where people still photograph orbs and encounter cold spots and hear disembodied voices.   Harry Houdini visited the house in 1924 and participated in a séance in an attempt to communicate with the spirit of Sarah, presumed to still inhabit the house she spent the last three decades of her life building for herself and the spirits of the many victims of the terrible weapon that was the Winchester Rifle.

It's a great story and the Winchester Mystery House embraces it, with tour guides giving all the details of Crazy Sarah’s house and the Winchester Mystery House website asks but does not answer the questions, “Was she instructed to build this home by a psychic? Was she haunted by the ghosts of those felled by the “Gun that Won the West”? Did construction truly never stop? What motivated a well-educated socialite to cut herself off from the rest of the world and focus almost solely on building the world’s most beautiful, yet bizarre mansion?”

The actual record seems to indicate the answer to the first three questions is “No,” and the fourth question’s answer is not nearly as fun as the legend, but actually makes more sense.

As historian Mary Jo Ignoffo’s wonderful biography of Sarah Winchester, Captive of the Labyrinthindicates, most of the Winchester mansion story is a beautiful legend with little bearing in historical reality.

“Newspapers pinned the burden of guilt for Winchester-induced deaths on the window,” Ignoffo writes, “but there is no evidence that Sarah herself felt guilty about the repeating rifle or about earning money from it.”  Indeed, Sarah was a very wealthy widow who moved from New England to California at least in part because she had visited California before and found it agreed with her, that there were numerous business opportunities for her there and friends and family, not to mention it allowed her to leave the site of her own tragedies.  New Haven held too many painful memories.

So much of what happened with the Winchester mansion can also be explained by the 1906 San Francisco earthquake.  Parts of the mansion collapsed and had to be demolished and repaired or replaced (or not), which explains doors that open out on the second floor to empty air – the balconies that once were there fell off in the earthquake.  As building codes changed and the cost of construction increased in the wake of the earthquake, it made sense for Sarah to change the house in the manners she did.

She had other residences as well and was not quite the recluse that the legend makes her out to be.  Her grandniece, Hazel Beecher, spent almost all of 1915 visiting her eccentric, famous great aunt Sarah, and reported there was no army of builders constantly working on the house – no construction going on at all. Sarah bought a house and expanded it to meet her needs throughout the years.  As the daughter of a craftsman and an architectural aficionado, directing those construction projects gave her great personal satisfaction. She was, in short, a strong, sensible woman who devoted much of her wealth to charity – she built a hospital back in New Haven with Winchester money – as well as local projects in California.  After she died, her house was purchased by amusement part owners and has been run by individuals who transformed a farmhouse Sarah still called Llanada Villa into the “Winchester Mystery House.” The mysteries are fun, but there are few actual mysteries about Sarah when you actually study her life.

As Mary Jo Ignoffo notes, the Winchester Mystery House subsists on ghost tourism and tells a legend of an irrational, haunted, ghost-obsessed woman building a crazy gothic haunted house for ghosts. But as with Midnight Mary, the reality of Sallie Winchester is much more prosaic, much less scary, and dare I say, much less fun than the legend. Having said that, don’t let it stop you from visiting the house.  It’s a good deal of fun, and very interesting. You quickly see how people could get lost in the house. Here at My Dark Path we recommend a visit – it’s a fascinating tour.  But remember Sarah “Sallie” Winchester as she actually was, and not the legend of Crazy, Eccentric Ghost Lady.  It’s less magical, but it is also no less than she deserves.

PART FOUR

It is not a coincidence that “Midnight” Mary Hart and “Crazy” Sarah Winchester lie within a short distance of each other in Evergreen Cemetery in New Haven.  Both are daughters of New Haven, buried in the city that raised them. It is interesting, however, to think that these two legendary women now share a final resting place.

Sarah Winchester’s grave is a bit difficult to find, but hard to miss when you do.  Slightly at a distance from nearby graves sits an eight foot tall massive rock monument with a cross covered in flowers and vines carved in bas relief on its side with the word “WINCHESTER” on the crosspiece and a plaque carved into it listing the three people buried in the plot: William Wirt Winchester, Annie Pardee Winchester, and Sarah Lockwood Pardee Winchester. In front of the large monument sit three smaller stones.  Two, matching the aesthetic of the larger piece, are similar carved stone displaying just initials: WWW marking the resting place of William Wirt Winchester and SLP marking Sarah’s grave.  To their left is a white marble cross marking the grave of their child Annie.  Nothing about the family tomb gives any indication of the Winchester Repeating Arms company, the Winchester Mystery House, or ghosts.  Instead, it blends with all the other tombstones of the well-to-do in this section of the cemetery.  Only if one looks off to the side of the plot does one see a bench inscribed as a gift in memory of Sarah Winchester from the caretakers and employees of the Winchester Mystery House.  Sarah Winchester’s grave brings tourists to Evergreen Cemetery, just as Midnight Mary’s brings thrill seekers.  As J.W. Ocker wrote in his New England Grimpendium, Sarah Winchester showed the world how to make oneself a tourist attraction on both coasts.  Mary Hart never wanted to be a tourist attraction, at least as much as we know. But she has become larger than life in death – a legend.

These two women now, through no fault of their own, are associated with death and places of death.  The reality is, however, they were simple human beings who loved, lost, and died. We tell their stories – well, more accurately their legends – because they are different, and odd and exciting, and make the world a more magical place, which is fitting and proper around Halloween-time.  But maybe, for the rest of the year, we can let Mary and Sarah rest in peace, and not turn them into something they were not.

So the next time you walk past a cemetery, think about all the stories it contains, and what lives on within the walls, despite no longer living.  I hope today was a delightful trick or treat as our collective dark path moves closer towards Halloween.

If you do plan to visit any of the cemeteries I talked about today, pay attention to all posted signs, be respectful, and only visit when allowed.  Most of the cemeteries have strict closing times and those who try to visit the cemetery at night have often found themselves the guests of local police, facing charges of trespassing.  That might be the least of your problems, however, if Midnight Mary’s rest is disturbed by your visit.  So please, show respect and follow the rules and enjoy the beautiful scenery and allow a chill for the legends, which, after all, are just that.

Thank you for listening to My Dark Path. I’m MF Thomas, creator and host, and I produce the show with our engineer and creative director Dom Purdie. This story was prepared for us by Kevin Wetmore; big thank yous to them and the entire My Dark Path team.

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