Hexeglaawe: Bloody Mary

There is much debate on the origins of the folklore ritual which attempts to invoke the appearance of Bloody Mary.  While staring into a mirror in a dark, candle-lit room, say her name three times and she will appear.  Descriptions vary, though typically she is described as being a corpse, a witch, or a ghostly form - often covered in blood.  

A number of historical figures have been cited as the possible source, including Mary I of England, who put to death over 300 Protestant dissenters during her reign in the 1500's.  In the 17th century, Elizabeth Bathory, a Hungarian countess, allegedly tortured and killed over 600 young women, bathing in their blood to keep herself young. On American soil, Mary Worth is a strong contender for the legend.  She was rumored to have killed slaves escaping the South via the Underground Railroad.  

Pennsylvania has its own tale, offering another origin for Bloody Mary.  Her name was Mary Gansmueller.  In the late 1700's, in a village in Lancaster County, children began to disappear.  An investigation led to Mary's small cottage in a wooded area nearby.  Mary was an elderly woman who sold herbal remedies to the surrounding villages.  During the search, townspeople noticed her appearance had changed - she was now much younger.  Unmarked graves were discovered in the surrounding woods.  She had murdered the children and used their blood to regain her youth.  

She was dragged from her home and burned at the stake.  Before her death, she screamed a curse from the flames.  If anyone mentioned her name before a mirror, she would avenge herself upon them.

Despite the nebulous origins of the urban legend, it's a genuinely spooky concept.  Once, when I was very young, my sister must have learned of Bloody Mary and wanted to see if she was the real deal.  With a keen sense of self preservation, she placed ME into our family's upstairs bathroom, lit a candle, turned out the lights, and forced me to call to Miss Bloody Mary.  I was horrified and truly believed I was about to see some horrid ghost in the mirror.  I said her name three times. 

Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary 

Thankfully, no one showed up.  

My sister was extremely disappointed.  

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Some photos from our Pennsylvania Folklore series.  

Read about them here.

Hexeglaawe: River Witches

While most people think of Salem as the home of Witchcraft in America, Pennsylvania has a rich, but lesser-known history of Witch folklore.  Most notable is Emma Knopp (also known as Nellie Noll) - the River Witch of Marietta.  In 1928, her instructions to break a curse placed upon John Blymire resulted in Blymire and two accomplices committing the murder of Nelson Rehmeyer.  

In Fayette County, Mary “Moll” Derry, the Witch of Monongahela, was believed to have the ability to fly, and her curses could cause the death of anyone who crossed her.  Rattlesnakes were said to guard the door to her home along the Monongahela River.

In a wooded area by Ridley Creek, at the edge of the Delaware River in Eddystone Township, the Legend of the Witch of Ridley Creek is told.  Accused of causing sickness and death of local livestock and appearing to witnesses in ghostly form, Margaret Mattson stood trial for her crimes in 1683.  Thanks to the involvement of the colony's proprietor William Penn, Mattson was found guilty of having the reputation of a witch, but not guilty of bewitching animals, and was released.  A popular legend tells of William Penn dismissing the charges against Mattson by affirming her legal right to fly on a broomstick, saying "Well, I know of no law against it."

Pennsylvania's colony was founded on religious tolerance, and accusations of Witchcraft were treated far differently than in Salem, Massachusetts.  This tolerance may have made the Commonwealth a haven for those who practiced, leading to a surge in strange sightings and occurrences, with many still being reported even today.  

Hexeglaawe: The Kecksburg UFO Incident

Pennsylvania's Roswell

On the evening of December 9, 1965, a large, brilliant fireball was seen in at least six U.S. states and Ontario, Canada as it streaked over the Detroit, Michigan–Windsor, Ontario area. Reports of hot metal debris over Michigan and northern Ohio, grass fires, and sonic booms in the Pittsburgh metropolitan area were attributed to the fireball.  Some people in the village of Kecksburg, about 30 miles southeast of Pittsburgh, reported wisps of blue smoke, vibrations, and a "thump" and also that something from the sky had crashed in the woods. 

In 1990, Unsolved Mysteries aired an episode partially devoted to the incident. It suggested an extraterrestrial craft had crashed. It featured local residents who said they had found an object in the woods shaped like an acorn and about as large as a Volkswagen Beetle, bearing writing resembling Egyptian hieroglyphs.  They said it was subsequently removed in a secret military operation.  A prop from that show currently remains on display in Kecksburg.

We traveled there in September for a look at the area and to photograph the monument.  It seems locals still have their own theories about what really happened there on this date fifty-nine years ago today.

Click here to see the Unsolved Mysteries episode.

Hexeglaawe: Hexenkopf Rock

Pennsylvania Dutch settlers called this place Hexenkopf  (witch's head) due to an outcrop of rock resembling the profile of a witch.  Sometimes it's called Misery Mountain or Haunted Hill by the locals.  There are tales of unholy shrieks, evil spirits, and an eerie glow in the moonlight (due possibly to large deposits of mica embedded in the rock).

Lenape Native Americans used this rock as a site for rituals intended to take evil and sickness from the body. Later, immigrants continued this practice.  Local pow-wow doctors used Hexenkopf Rock as a place to transfer sickness, curses, and spells.  For two centuries, misery was deposited into this rocky landscape.

Similar to Mount Brocken in Germany, witches are said to congregate here on the night of April 30th, Walpurgisnacht.  

Hexeglaawe: Frick's Lock

Our latest expedition to explore Pennsylvania's forgotten places took us to the ghost town of Frick's Lock.  Located in Chester County, PA, it dates back to the 18th century when it was a thriving village thanks to the commercial traffic of the Schuylkill Canal.  By the 1880's, the railway systems dominated the networks of canals and the importance of Frick's Lock diminished.  The canals were ultimately abandoned and drained in the 1920's, and isolated farms remained.

In 1969, the Philadelphia Electric Company began building the Limerick Nuclear Power Station directly across the river from Frick's Lock.  The station went live in 1986 and conflicting accounts suggest that residents were either bought out and relocated or given a 48-hour notice forced evacuation.  The town was left completely abandoned...or so we were told.

Our urban exploration of the village revealed strange noises and a strong feeling of being observed.  As we made our way back to the car, we spotted a small clearing near one of the larger houses.  Standing in a field was a scarecrow.  Before getting a chance to investigate any closer, a large rock was thrown in our direction.  Our expedition was cut short, but not before we snapped a few photos.

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We're getting ready to do some more field research for our Hexeglaawe series of Pennsylvania folklore.  Usually, paranormal researchers uncover very little actual evidence, but I'm feeling really proud of our irrefutable proof of the unexplained below.

Hexeglaawe: The Witch's Chair

The latest investigation for our Hexeglaawe Pennsylvania folklore series led us to the St. James Episcopal Church in Bristol, PA.  Behind the Church you will find a small iron chair near the grave of Merritt P. Wright (1860-1911).  Little is known about her, but the local legend claims Merritt was a witch.  According to the legend, if you go to the graveyard and sit in the chair at midnight during the month of October, you will feel the cold hands of the witch.  Curiously, there were fake cobwebs stretched over the chair and a small twig witch broom to the right of it.  This seemed to indicate the community, and the Church, embrace (or allow) the legend to continue.  We didn't wait around until midnight, since it was November, but we definitely plan to head back next October to see if the legend is true.

Hexeglaawe: Crybaby Bridge

The latest expedition in our Hexeglaawe series.

Click below to learn about the dark legend of the Van Sandt Covered Bridge.

Hexeglaawe: The Mummy Ghost

Perhaps the strangest tale we researched for our Hexeglaawe Folklore Series was that of a mummified ghost haunting Chickies Rock.  According to the story, it was 1946 and a group of friends were enjoying the beautiful view from an overlook high above the Susquehanna River.  At some point, they realized they had forgotten to bring water, so a few of them left to retrieve it.  It was then that they saw a terrifying creature.  Described as having no visible arms or legs and being wrapped in old, tattered bandages, the entity towered above them at a reported height of sixteen feet.  As if the description above wasn't peculiar enough, they mentioned that six knives were protruding from the creature's head.

We scaled the rocky terrain of Chickies Rock again in the hopes of seeing such a monster, imagining what it must have been like all those decades ago.  As we looked out over the winding river from those quartz-filled cliffs, the cold biting wind was impressive through the leafless trees, and it forced us to cut the expedition short.  As we headed for the car, we hoped to be startled by the towering Mummy Ghost.  Except for the creaking trees swaying in the heavy wind, we heard and saw nothing.

We ducked into a local tavern to warm up and had a very interesting conversation with an elderly man sitting at the end of the bar.  We told him we were researching the Legend of the Mummy Ghost and he was quite delighted to set us straight.  He told us the name of the initial witness:  Harriet Horn.  He then said, "They weren't knives.  They were arrows." and added "And they weren't in its head."

He then reached into his wallet and revealed the below photograph.

I Heard Them Lamenting For Many A Mile

I saw three witches
Asleep in a valley,
Their heads in a row, like stones in a flood.
Till the moon, creeping upward,
Looked white through the valley,
And turned them to bushes in bright scarlet bud.

-Walter de La Mare

Hexeglaawe: The Curse Of Chickies Rock

Continuing our Hexeglaawe series investigating the folklore of Pennsylvania, Wren and I traveled to the jagged quartzite cliffs of Chickies Rock.  She told me of the legend of a deadly curse there, and we set out to Lancaster County in hopes of finding some evidence... some photographic proof.

According to the legend, it was the late 1800's and there were plans to build a railway which would wind up the ridge along the Susquehanna River to the proposed site of an amusement park.  The park would be built at the top of Chickies Rock, 200 feet above the river.  

Unfortunately, there was a small house at the site, occupied by three sisters.  There was a belief by many of the locals that these sisters practiced the Black Arts.  Wishing to be left alone, with no interest in leaving their ancestral home, the sisters refused multiple offers to sell their land.  The railway company eventually convinced local officials to give them the land by invoking eminent domain.  

Rather than give up their home, the sisters cursed the land using a spell from the Sixth and Seventh Book of Moses.  They then committed suicide.  

Historical records reveal a series of mishaps for the park following the suicide pact.  The most deadly occurred on the evening of August 9, 1896, when an overloaded trolley car slid off the rails and fell over a 30-foot embankment.  The accident injured 68 people and resulted in six deaths, including the mayor of Columbia.  

Supposedly, the curse still infects the land, so as we hiked into the rocky terrain, we couldn't help but wonder if our plans to document the paranormal would be misinterpreted as ill intent.  We certainly had respect and compassion for those poor sisters forced from their home over a hundred years ago.

As I joked that I felt like Linus hoping The Great Pumpkin could sense his pure intentions, we spotted a crumbling stone structure.  Something Dark moved inside the archways.  We snapped the photos below and present them to you now as evidence.