Haunted Roads

We’re on a highway to..haunted roads! This week, we talk about a handful of allegedly haunted roads. In this likely first installment, we discuss the following four potentially haunted roads:

– Clinton Road in West Milford, New Jersey

– Dice Road in Michigan

– Route 2A in Vermont, Uristock County

– Prospector Road in Garden Valley, California

Listen now!

Are there strange lights that follow travelers at night?

Can ghostly apparitions appear on roadsides?

Does a boy stuck under a bridge return your lost change?

What supernatural activity is awaiting unsuspecting drivers?

What are the spookiest roads in America?

What is up, Bizarros?! This week, we are diving into the most haunted roads in America. 

Dice Road

Between Saginaw and Midland, Michigan, sits Dice Road. Three places are said to be haunted on the 13-mile stretch of the rural road.

First was the Iva General Store

In the 1800s, it was a post office, a store, and a place where locals would gather on Fridays to listen to boxing matches.

The town in the area began dying out with smallpox and diphtheria.

So that town, including the general store, was infected with disease that they had to burn it all down from buildings to bodies.

The second is the Dice Road Cemetery.

The cemetery is said to host a lady in white.

From Review Magazine,

“A close friend told me about a ghost named Anna that she saw at the Dice Road Cemetery.

I was immediately intrigued. She offered a morsel of the broken legend handed down through the century about the ghost of Anna Rhodes Millerton, and I began researching the interesting details of her past and the hauntingly sad circumstances surrounding her suicide in 1830.

As legend has it, this lost soul spirit wanders the forest hills around Dice Road Cemetery in Richfield Township, Saginaw County. Here she waits patiently for her lover’s return, perhaps unaware that she had been dead for nearly 200 years.”

The Pomeranians House Poltergeist

The Saginaw News tells the story:

“In 1974, this home on Dice Road in Merrill began experiencing strange events. The Pomeranian family, who lived there at the time, filed dozens of police reports where they described loud pounding on the walls, voices, and even unexplainable fires.

The Saginaw County Sheriff’s Department was baffled. Michigan State Police couldn’t figure it out, and universities, priests, and other agencies never found out what caused the occurrences.

Police had put the home under surveillance without the family’s knowledge, and researchers and police have stayed overnight in the home.

A year later, the case was closed after a fire forced the family to move. The mystery was never solved.

“Charles Frisby worked for the sheriff’s department from 1971 until he retired as a sergeant in 2000. Frisby was one of the deputies who would visit the home many times over the next year.

“I checked the area and found no evidence that anyone had been around the house,”

The noises continued, and Pomeraning continued to call the police, sometimes several times a night.

“At first, it was just complaints that someone was beating on the side of his house,” Frisby said. But On Frisby’s second visit to the Pomeraning’s home, things got a little strange.

He continued by saying, “On the stakeout, I was about to give it up, and right at that moment, we heard the beating on the house, so we both went around the house,” Frisby said.

Frisby and the other deputy saw nothing.

“We looked for footprints in the mud,” Frisby said. “Nothing.”

They thought maybe it could have been a certain neighborhood kid, but they checked, and he said he was at home.

Another time, Frisby and another deputy brought a K-9 to the home. The sheriff’s department didn’t own a K-9, so a deputy had trained his own dog.

When it was time to leave, they had to walk closer to the home, but the K-9 wouldn’t move.

“We had to muscle him into the car,” Frisby said. “And boy, he jumped right in there and laid down in the back.”

“While I was standing there talking to him, a painting fell, and a coffee cup jumped off the table,” Frisby said.

Saginaw ghost hunter Steve “Prozak” Shippy does not believe the things that were happening in the home were a hoax, prank, or caused by gas, electricity, or anything else in this realm.

Prozak believes investigators proved what the culprit was.

“To me, when you spend all of those resources and can’t prove anything either way, you did prove that it was paranormal activity,” Prozak said. “There is no paranormal case in the world with even a tenth of this police activity.”

Prozak posited the rumor that the Pameranigs were cursed after they had a dispute with a neighbor. That neighbor was a witch.

The lady approached Pomeraning several times to buy his home, and after refusing her offers, Pomeraning had enough and had a heated exchange with the woman, according to Prozak.

“He said some choice words to her,” Prozak said. “The rumor is that she may have cast a spell on their home for refusing to sell it to her.”

Encounters On Dice Road

From review-mag

Joshua (32, Freeland): “I grew up in the Hemlock area and heard Anna’s stories before I actually saw her. I was 10 years old when I first saw her in the woods around the cemetery.

I had been riding my bike down Dice Road and glanced towards the cemetery. She was standing there in the woods, staring at me.

I wasn’t afraid because she seemed sad or lost and was very pretty. She looked transparent. People say ghosts are white, but she was a light blue, pinkish-type color. I’ve seen her several times since.

When I was a kid, I took friends there to see her, but they claimed they had seen nothing. It may sound crazy, but after you see something like that, it changes you.

It makes you aware of things that you never thought were real. For some reason, Anna doesn’t allow a lot of people to see her. I’m glad she chose me, and she is not evil and has never appeared to be anything but calm and gentle.”

Gina from Facebook

One time, my Aunt Diane Moore Raths and I went there. When we arrived, we were quite sure that we were alone… No other cars or people were there.

As we were walking around looking at the graves, a woman appeared out of nowhere and started talking to us. It startled us because we were sure we were alone. I can’t remember the topic of our conversation with her, but as quickly as she appeared, she was gone. We’ve been there several times since we live in Hemlock, but that’s the only experience we’ve had while there.

Route 2A

Aroostook County, Vermont, is home to a very dangerous strip of road. This road is particularly known to get very icy during storms. Many people have lost their lives trying to traverse this road.

This road is also known to be home to a loud spirit

From the rock

“What makes this area the most haunted in the county is that people have seen a woman screaming that her husband is trapped in their vehicle and begging for travelers to stop.

But when the travelers stop and try to get close to her, she vanishes away. Other travelers said they’ve seen a little girl on the side of the road that is said to have been killed by a semi-truck many years ago.”

Prospector Road Garden Valley, California

This road in California is named after the many prospectors who have worked their claims in the area.

Those who travel down this windy road may have found paranormal fury, which could be the cause of accidents on this pavement.

The ghost that people claim to see says he only says, “Get off MY claim.”

This is a personal encounter between Ruth and Frank from anomailen.com from the early.

“This is the story of Frank and Ruth Cooper.

Late one night, Ruth awakened from a fretful slumber feeling cold and strangely apprehensive.

She knew she had made a good fire in the woodburning stove before retiring, and the two-story cabin should still be warm. Still, she felt something was wrong.

Was there an intruder in the house?

She awakened her husband, and they went down the stairs together.

Frank had locked and bolted the front door earlier in the evening.

Now, it was ajar.

The bolt pin remained in the outward position, yet the wall slot where it should still be secured had not been torn. They could find no evidence of forced entry.

Except for the mystery of the unexplained open door, everything appeared to be as it should.

That is, except for the dog. Hearing a frightened yelp, they turned to find their pet huddled and trembling in a corner of the room.

Ruth hugged her husband as they looked outside into the darkness. They could see nothing unusual.

This was when the family was introduced to the ghost of Prospector Road.

Residents describe this apparition as being attired in work clothing.

To those who are able to see him, he appears semi-transparent, tall, and craggy, sporting a beard.

To those who cannot see him, he is a pesky, annoying trickster. Most folks believe his purpose is to keep people away from a claim he never recovered.

The Cooper cabin is in dense underbrush, barely visible from the road, and an ideal place to allow a dog to run at will.

This was a deciding factor in the couple’s decision to rent the cabin. The boxer, however, doesn’t take advantage of his privilege.

He refuses to go far from his owner’s side, passing up each opportunity to corner a rabbit or chase a deer.

Frank and Ruth observed the tall field grass spreading as if someone were walking through it when there was no one there.

Occasionally, they hear the sound of footsteps. At such times, Buster will growl softly, with his tail frantically, and cause the hairs on his back to bristle.

Not from their landlord, of course, but from the neighbors, the Coopers learned that former occupants of their cabin had hurriedly left the premises – once in the middle of the night, leaving their possessions behind.

“We moved here because we like the country,” Ruth said.

“We often find dishes and other small objects moved around, and sometimes something will be broken. Anyway, we have decided to stay here.”

At least until something really, and I mean really, disturbing happens,” Frank added, glancing over his shoulder.

“Strange things have happened since we moved here,” Ruth continued,” and the matter of the front door lock was only the first.

One evening, we heard the children shouting and banging on the door to their bedroom.

Frank and I investigated, and we found that their door had been locked. From the outside!

This was impossible, as Frank and I were the only other people in the group. When this happened several times, Frank took the lock off.

I figured this would be the end of the problem.”

Ruth lit a cigarette with a somewhat shakey hand. “It wasn’t, though,” she continued. “

There was also an old-fashioned lock on the door. You know, the kind where you have to insert a key.

Well, our landlord said he didn’t know of the existence of the key, so not to concern ourselves with it.

So one day, the kids were locked inside their room, but this time, an invisible key was turned by an invisible something.

Maybe the ghost really likes the kids, after all. Anyway, Frank removed the door, and the children will just have to make do with a doorless bedroom.”

“The gun incident was the craziest,” said Frank, gesturing into the air. “One evening, when the children had all gone to friends’ houses to spend the night, I did not bother to unload my .22 rifle.

There was no one here who could get hurt with it, so I just propped it up against the front door for the night.”

He shrugged his shoulders the way one totally baffled would do. “

When we got up the next morning and went downstairs,

I found all the bullets next to the gun lying on the floor.” He paused, frustrated. “Now, how is this possible?”

“Then there is the other story about that shed, Dad,” Billy (the neighbor’s story) was quick to remind his father. “The same shed has a lock that can only be hitched from the inside,” his father said, taking up the story.”

The shed has no windows and only one door. This door has a lock and a key, so it can be locked from the outside, too, but sometimes, when I am inside and don’t want to be disturbed, I will lock it from the inside. Well, one day, we found the door locked from the inside.

The lock is one of those with a bar across, not one that could trip up by itself. It would definitely take someone inside the building to lock it.

Yet when I called out, no one answered from inside.

When Billy got home from school, we broke the door down, taking half the door casing with it to get back into the shed.

I made Billy wait outside, and I went into the building with a gun, thinking perhaps a vagrant had gotten into it, actually not knowing what to think, but there was no one inside.

Not a trace of a person!

Somehow, the door was locked from the inside, and without a way for whoever locked it to get back outside, that is impossible. It’s simply impossible!”

Billy’s father continued thoughtfully. “This is the same shed,” he said, “which was a stagecoach stop in the 1800’s.

We moved it to this site on our property. Do you think that could have something to do with the strange activity around here? Do you think moving the building might have upset the ghost?”

On a cold, blustery night about 10:30 p.m., a waitress returning from her job in Coloma drove the winding cliff on Marshall Road just above the area where the ghost had been seen on Prospector Road. The road was slick, and the journey was slow.

Wanting to get home as soon as possible, she had only rubbed the front windshield on the driver’s side of the car clean enough of frost so that she could see.

The rest of the windshield remained covered with ice.

As she turned the curve, which placed her car just above the area where the stagecoach stop rests below her, she heard a loud crash.

On the passenger side of the windshield, embedded in the frost, appeared the distinct outline of an outstretched hand and arm.

She feared she must have hit someone, though the mountain road was deserted at this time of the night. Certainly, no person in their right mind would venture to walk it.

The driver pulled off to the side, taking out her flashlight. Trembling, she got out of her car and searched the road and embankment for a body.

There was none. She looked for fallen branches, anything that could have crashed into her windshield, leaving a mark. Nothing!

Shaking, she got back into her car, looking at the mark on the windshield.

The hand and arm did not begin to fill with frost again until she reached her home, four miles away.

That same night, at approximately the same time, a strange voice was heard outside the young couple’s cabin.

They had seen the waitress’ car lights ascending Marshall Road just above their house and the old stagecoach stop. As the family carried a final load of firewood from their truck into their cabin, the voice was heard distinctly.

It said: “Stay away from my claim.”

Clinton Road, New Jersey

This road, located in West Milford, New Jersey, is said to be one of the most haunted roads.

People claim to see headlights appear out of thin air and follow them closely.

It’s also said that the ghost of a young boy who drowned under the bridge on the road has a habit of throwing coins back to those who toss them into the water.

Real Encounters On Clinton Road

The most haunted road in New Jersey – Clinton Road 

Reddit from Leanarbro_ No Caprio

“This was a couple of years ago. I was still in college, and I worked at my local high school in South Jersey on the night shift for some extra money, but unfortunately, the hours meant I didn’t really get to have a life during the week.

I got a call from my friend group on a Friday before I headed into work, saying that they were going to explore Clinton Road, which was known to be the scariest road in NJ.

Obviously, I couldn’t go, so I told them to let me know how they made it out.

Later in the night, I got a call from them in a panic saying all these crazy things happened to them; they described what happened to them, how they threw coins over the “ghost boy bridge,” and they came back, a “ghost truck” following them, and the feeling of being watched.

I thought they were just hyping it up because I missed out…. So it was decided we’d all go the next night, but this time, I got to see it for myself – something I’d regret for the rest of my life.

Being from South Jersey, Clinton Road is a bit of a drive for us, about 2 hours, so there was plenty of time for us to get all hyped up and spooked out.

Now I can only describe myself as the “manly man” of the group, being 6’5 260, especially back then, I had the persona of ahhh it’s all made up, nothing will scare us… boy, was I wrong.

Right when we got there, the entire vibe changed from “Oh, we’re all gonna be spooked!!” To “oh wait, this is actually pretty damn creepy.”

The road is in the middle of the woods, and houses are few and far between.

The first thing we see when we get there is a small mini castle-looking building, which is the best I can describe it.

And because of the far ride, we all had to pee. So I went to the left, friend 2 ( Joe ) went straight, and friend 3 ( Har )went to the right.

Friend 4 was a female who stayed behind us on the road.

After I was done, I immediately walked back along with Har, but we noticed Joe walking toward the creepy building.

I start shouting, asking what he is doing – and he turns back around with a look of shock.

Me being completely confused ???? I asked what you were doing walking there.

Joe swore up and down that I was actually behind the building, waving at him to “follow” “me” to the building.

So naturally, we are all getting freaked out,

We pull up to the bridge ( ghost boy ), and I check everyone for coins to make sure they don’t fake it just to scare me.

We all throw the coins, but nothing happens. “Ahh, see guys, it’s all in your head, let’s go,” so we all start walking back to the car … cling cling cling. I hear the coins hit the road.. we sprint back to check, and we find the coins lying on the road.

I was 100% convinced they were just messing with me. So I had the idea to mark a coin so they couldn’t fake it.

I threw the coin into the water and waited 5 minutes in silence. Nothing came out. “See, guys, let’s go”.

Cling cling cling…. I hear coins in the road… I walk back. I’ll be damned. It was a coin with the same exact markings I put on it….

I’m extremely freaked at this point, so we decide to go… driving down the windy road in a newer sports car, we are all freaked and just want to leave… we see headlights appear behind us seemingly out of nowhere…

I did not see them attached to a vehicle. I’m no car expert, but I bet my life they were lights on an old truck… getting closer the faster we went.. taking bends at fast speeds that even a new truck wouldn’t handle. Suddenly, the lights disappear.

So now, all in panic, we decide to pull over to map our way out. Dead silence, no light except our headlights in the woods… we hear the typical woman ghosts moan oath – and of course, what came with it was the typical woman in a white dress standing in the woods right next to our car, and she let out the loudest scream I have ever heard… WE ARE SCREAMING at this point to get out of dodge.

Once we make it back to the main roads, we decide to dig a little deeper on this road. Apparently, the ghost truck tried to make people crash on the “dead man’s curve.” there were numerous bodies buried there by the famous murderer “the Ice Man.”

On our way home, we were so ballsy and wanted to go back again the next night ( Sunday )

We suddenly pass an old, run-down church that looks like it hasn’t been used in 50 years.

And, of course, the sign left out front says, “You need Jesus on Sunday.”

Safe to say that I never went back, and even up to this day, the friend group still refuses to talk about what happened that night on Clinton Road.”

Clinton Road

“So I used to live near an infamous road. It’s a thin road with no street lines, has only a few houses at the end, and is lined with thick woods.

There were no street lights. We heard stories like ghosts being spotted in the woods, weird beasts, creepy vibes, and a penny thrown off a small bridge coming back to you.

My boyfriend and I decided to drive down it one night in his car. It was a small stick shift car.

The road had several pull-offs where you could park and sit. We pulled off at the first one and took some footage of the woods.

Nothing happened. So, we continued driving to the next pull-off.

We parked and shut off the car. We heard some rustling, but we both assumed it was an animal moving away from the sound of the car parking.

We sat for a few seconds in the dark of the woods. We heard something hit the car, like a rock or something.

We then heard several pounds on the truck and roof. At this point, we decided to drive off. He attempted to start the car to no avail.

He tried this several times before its eventual start.

He then put it in gear and stepped on the gas. The car stood still. I was freaking out and told him to stop messing around. He said he wasn’t. Then the car, while in first gear and the gas depressed, began to be pulled backward.

Against all logic, the car was fighting to go forward against something that wasn’t viewable. The tail lights lit up the forest behind us, but there was nothing there.

Out of nowhere, the car miracles jumped forward, and we drove away from the pull-off.

Blown away by the experience we just had, we decided to find another pull-off. This was stupid.

The one we found was before the bridge where pennies are thrown. We toddle to the bridge and throw a penny. We hear it hit the small stream.

We look back at the car and swear we see someone walk behind it. So we rushed back to the car, and there was no sign of anyone.

This was the last straw, and we decided to get off the road as soon as possible. We get in the car and speed off.

As we are driving, something small hits and chips our windshield. It did not sound like a rock. It sounded like a penny.

Whatever was on the road either wanted us gone or to never leave. We haven’t gone back since.”

Are These The Most Haunted Roads?

What do you think, Bizarros?

Are these haunted highways populated with ghosts, or are they Urban legends?

Do you genuinely believe any of these ghost stories?

Do roadside ghost sightings happen?

Let us know what you think in the comments!

Here are the sources used for the article

National Geographic, Teletrac Navman, Road Runner motorcycle and touring, Midwest Daily News, Wrkr.com, Mlive.com, Review-mag.com, 1019the rock, Weird California