Country and County: United States of America

Old Faithful Inn

The following story entitled ‘Ghost Stories Give Old Faithful Inn A Haunting Reputation’ was published in the Deseret News (4 July 1991).

Her white wedding dress rippled ever so gently as she drifted across the crow’s nest high in the upper reaches of the Old Faithful Inn.

Tom Dula (Dooley)

"Hang down your head Tom Dooley,
Hang down your head and cry,
Hang down your head Tom Dooley,
Poor boy, you’re bound to die!"

The Great Yellow-Jacket: Origin Of Fish And Frogs

A long time ago the people of the old town of Kanu’ga`lâ’yï ("Brier place," or Briertown), on Nantahala river, in the present Macon county, North Carolina, were much annoyed by a great insect called U’la`gû’, as large as a house, which used to come from some secret hiding place, and darting swiftly through the air, would snap up children from their play and carry the

Atagâ’hï, The Enchanted Lake

Westward from the headwaters of Oconaluftee river, in the wildest depths of the, Great Smoky mountains, which form the line between North Carolina and Tennessee, is the enchanted lake of Atagâ’hï, "Gall place." Although all the Cherokee know that it is there, no one has ever seen it, for the way is so difficult that only the animals know how to reach it.

Pfister Hotel, Milwaukee

The Pfister Hotel in Milwaukee was originally opened in 1893 by Guido and Charles Pfister, and according to the following Stacey Pressman article entitled ‘The haunting of MLB’s A-List’,  a number of American baseball players seem to have had some strange experiences there.

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The Giants From The West

According to James Mooney in his ‘Myths Of The Cherokee’ (Nineteenth Annual Report of the Bureau of American Ethnology 1897-98, Part I.) ‘James Wafford*, of the western Cherokee, who was born in Georgia in 1806, says that his grandmother, who must have been born about the middle of the last century, told him that she had beard from the old people that long before her time a party of g

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Nûñ’yunu’wï, The Stone Man

This is what the old men told me when I was a boy. Once when all the people of the settlement were out in the mountains on a great hunt one man who had gone on ahead climbed to the top of a high ridge and found a large river on the other side.

Hanged Slave, Suck Creek

There is a story that an escaping Slave ran from his master who lived in Suck Creek and fled along what is now known as the Cumberland Trail. He was chased, caught and severely beaten, before being hung on a tree. They must have misjudged the hanging though as the story relates he survived. Unfortunately his slave master returned to the tree and found that the slave had again escaped.