Ghosts Of Indiana

The Gray Lady Of Willard Library:
Opened in 1885 Williard Library was the brainchild of local philanthropist Willard Carpenter. A successful businessman in Evansville, Carpenter built a strikingly ornate structure at the corner of First Avenue and Division and edowed it as a library "for the use of people of all classes and sexes, free of charge, forever."  Almost 125 years later, the willard library continues to fulfill this noble purpose, serving as the only privately owned library in the state. In addition to its impressive earthly collections, the willard library seems to have collected an artifact from another time - the shadowy spirit of an unknown woman known as the Lady in Gray. 
    The first report of her presence came from a custodian in the 1930s. It was his custom to work till 10 pm, then leave, only to return at 3 am. To fire the basement furnace in preparation for the next day. One cold winter morning the man, armed with a flashlight, unlocked thee door to the basement furnace area, entered, and found himself staring at a dark figure. Thinking it was a transient, the man shone his flashlight upward and was astonished to see that the figure was a woman in a long dress with a gray shawl draped over her shoulders, a costume reminiscent of the fashion of the late 19th century. The custodian's bewilderment turned to abject terror as the woman seemed to melt away before his eyes. 
    He would see her a few more times, but never got used to her and is said to have quit rather than endure further encounters. Since his experience, many others claim to have caught a glimpse of the Gray Lady within the library. She has been seen crossing the main staircase to the second floor, in the employees' lounge, and in the tower attached to the corner of the building. 

Mother of a Ghost story: Stepp Cemetery:
A secluded corner of Morgan Monroe state Forest near Bloomington is home to a small cemetery, its few tombstones weatherworn and illegible. Surrounded by the shadows and deep silence of the woods, Stepp Cemetery is as peaceful and beautiful a spot as one could wish to while away an eternity. In one corner, next to a small grave, there was for many years a strange object that was the subject of speculation and tales. It was the stump of a fallen tree that had been carefully crafted into a sort of chair. It was known as the Witch's Throne, but if legend is to be believed, it is not the seat of a witch but of a woman whose grief took her beyond the bounds of sanity and into the realm of Hoosier folklore.
   The womans real name has been forgotten over the years, but she is most often called Anna. Stories vary as to her origin, but most agree that she and Jacob, her husband, settled into a homestead not far from Stepp Cemetery in the early 1900s, in search of land and a new life. Life was not easy, but they managed to get along. And when Anna gave birth to a daughter named Emily, the family's happiness was complete.
   But then Jacob died in an accident at the quarry and was buried in Stepp Cemetery. Circumstances did not allow Anna to become immobilized by grief, and she threw herself into providing for her and her growing daughter. She also became obsessed with protecting her. One day a man asked her sixteen year old daughter to a dance and even though Anna didn't want her daughter to go the man seemed very nice so she agreed, so long as they came back by 10 that night. The following saturday evening the man came to pick up Emily and take her to the dance, the air had a softness that foretold the possibility of rain. 
    True to indications, the clear spring evening gave way to rain and the roads became slick. The couple stayed at the dance longer than they intended and were speeding home to comply with the curfew when the car slid off the road and collided into a tree which killed Emily instanly, she was buried in the cemetery just a few steps from her father. 
    Emily's death was the final blow for Anna, who visited the grave of her daughter everyday and talked as though her daughter was sitting there.  
Eventually Anna herself died and now is said to haunt the cemetery, she shows her self as a black figure because when she was alive she wore the color black till the day she died. 
    Local teenagers believed that if you touched the seat of the throne under the moon light you would die an unnatural death within a year.  

Wistful Spirits of Tuckaway:
The quaint bungalow called Tuckaway sits in a picturesque neighborhood in northern Indianapolis. One would never guess the home hosted some of the most famous and historic figures of the twentieth century or that its deceased former owners may still call it home.
    The cottage, built in 1906 on what is rumored to be the site of an indian burial ground, was purchased in 1910 by George Phillip Meier and his wife, Nellie Simmons Meier. The couple was already well known, he was a fashion designer, and she was known for her palmistry skills. In the ensuing decades, their home became renowned as a social gathering place, hosting some of the most famous figures of the first half of the 20th century, including Eleanor Roosevelt, Walt Disney, Albert Einstein, George Washington Carver, and Isadora Duncan.
    The Meiers lived happily at Tuckaway, and with their eventual passing the house came into possession of their niece, Ruth Cannon. She made every attempt to maintain the home she loved, but the years and declining fortunes of its Meridian Park neighborhood seemed to doom the place.
    it sat empty till the early 1970s when it was purchased by Ken Keene who restored it back to its glory.
    Mr. Keene said he hadnt heard about any ghostly presence until he started renting out to university students, and they began to share stories with him. The most striking thing, he says, is that many of these guests told the same stories over a thirty year period.
Some claimed that they woke from their sleep to see spectral faces suspended over their bed, peering down at them genially. The face of a woman is said to have smiled, winked, and then vanished. The faces, he says, are a good description of George and Nellie Meier.
While most of the activity there is said to be pleasant, one time the phenomenon took a more frightening tone. It was January 1978, and two young men arrived at his door during one of the worst blizzards Indianapolis had seen. They begged for lodgings for the night, and since Mr. Keene knew one of them he welcomed them in.
    Things began to get strange very quickly. Mr Keene and one of the men left to get emergency groceries, while the other one stayed at the house, pictures began to swing wildly in unison, when both men returned they calmed him down and convineced him to stay the night but the next morning he was gone. When Mr. Keene finally found him he said he woke up early in the morning hitting his head on the ceiling before looking down to find that the bed he was in was floating 7 feet above the ground. Mr Keene later found that the man had a criminal record, including charges of theft.

Amelia Earhart Fades into thin air at Purdue:
She was young a fearless, and her daring escapades caught the attention of a nation. She became a symbol of American spirit and helped redefine where women stood in society. And if the strange tales told about an airplane hanger at Purdue University Airport in West Lafayette are to be believed, her spirit still lingers where she lived some of her last and happiest days.
    Many of the stories involve the haunting of hanger number 1 at the Purdue airport. Maintenance workers have reported seeing a figure matching the description of Earhart standing in the shadows - in fact, one army worker is said to have been so startled by the apparition that he fired shots at her!
    The specter has also been encountered in the residence hall where Earhart lived while on campus. Marvis Boscher, who was a manager at the hall for many years, said that girls living there felt cold drafts in the end room (where Earhart resided) and saw windows opening of their own volition. Former students tell of occasionally glimpsing a shadowy figure of a short woman with close cropped hair lurking in the hallway outside the room. Uniformly, the tales relate that when approached, the figure seems to dissolve into thin air. Other stories tell of hearing an old fashioned typewriter clicking from the vacant room late at night, a time at which Earhart was known to do her writing.

World's Largest Ghost Hunt:
Ghostly legends exist throughout the world, but a section of roadway between Valparaiso and Chesterton can claim a truly unique distinction: It is the site of what has been called the largest mass ghost hunt in world history.
    The ghost in question has been known for many years as the Lady in White. Her name in life, according to the tale, was Annabel. She was a tall, willowy young woman with long auburn hair. Unfortunately, she married a man who abused her and their child. One cold January night after a particularly brutal beating, Annabel knew she had to leave. While her husband was sleeping, she packed her few belongings, took her son from his crib, and left the house forever. But outside in the snowy woods, she became disoriented. She wandered deeper and deeper into the wilderness, desperately searching for a way out. Eventually, the numbing cold overtook her, and she and her baby perished. The next day, a search party found their bodies frozen to death in a snowdrift. Some days later they were lowered together into the frozen earth next to the home they had died trying to escape. 
    Annabel's spirit may live on, however. Over the years, there have been reports of the hazy form of a woman in white beckoning to passersby from a grove of trees in the area. When Campbell street was laid close by the woods, more locals spoke of seeing the woman. What makes the story of Annabel unique is an event that sprang up from it. It is one that has gone down in the annals of ghost lore and garnered Annabel international attention. 
    It began innocently enough in late October 1965, with a tale spread by four students at Valparaiso High School. The previous friday night they had been driving along Campbell Street when, glancing into the darkness, they were shocked to see a form of a woman in a long white dress standing in a grove of trees by the road. The driver stopped his car, and he and his riders got out to see the figure gesture toward them, then disappear into the marshy woods. As they ran after her, they heard an eerie cry float through the evening stillness. It was a voice pleading, "help me!" When the young people ran into the woods, however, the woman was gone. 
    When the word got out it became an international sensation, sice then however it has calmed down. 

Bull's - eye Lake Haunting:
In a Northern Indiana town named Valparaiso. They have a small swampy lake of about fifty by fifty feet called Bull's eye Lake. It is located on a road of the same name. 
    Many years ago, this swampy lake was part of a farmer's property. One day, as the story goes, the farmer loaded up his cart with items he planned on selling in town. Not watching where he was going, however, the farmer caused himself, his cart and his horse to fall into the tar-black water of bulls eye lake. 
    Over the years, people have tried to go into its murky waters, mostly to see how much of the story is true. Due to the depth and the blackness of the water, no one has ever reached the bottom. Yet on dark nights if you go out to bulls eye lake you can see the middle of it glowing, and some say you can hear the farmer calling for help.

Spirits of Tippecanoe:
The Battle of Tippecanoe in 1811 may be the most important battle ever fought in Indiana. It played a pivotal role in both the western expansion of America and the fate of miwestern Native American tribes. On one side of the battle was a militia formed by William Henry Harrison, governor of the Indiana Territories and future President of the United States. During Harrison's tenure as governor, he spent a great deal of his time signing treaties with Native American tribes that took away much of their land.  
    The other side consisted of a confederacy of Native American tribes, who established themselves in a village they called Prophetstown, and that the white settlers called Tippecanoe. The tribal leader was the Shawnee Indiana chief Tecumseh, but the man behind the battle was his brother Lauliwasikau. It was him who had visions of a great Indian victory and who on becoming a medicine man adopted a new name by which he would become famous: The Prophet. 
    In choosing to go to battle however he had defied his brother and promised his magic would protect his people from the white mans bullets, however it did not they lost the battle and The Prophet became a prisoner, he ended up dying in an Indian settlement in Kansas in 1837, despised and rejected by his people. 
   Harrison would use this great victory for his campaign slogan, Tippecanoe and Tyler too. He won but weeks after his inauguration, in march 1841, he developed pneumonia and died. His one month tenure as President is the shortest in American history, and some suspect "the curse of Tecumseh" caused his demise. 
    But thats not the only odd event to indicate that battle repercussions continue. Some report sightings at night of soldiers and Indians still fighting the Battle, some people also report hearing the battle cries, some even report seeing the Prophet himself sitting on Prophets rock.   

The Legend of Moody's light:
In the utter darkness of Indiana night, it appears - a light pierces the blackness cloaking the rural countryside all around. The light generally emerges as a soft glow, changing as it moves through the fields and along a nearby road, between the towns of Rensselaer and Francesville.
At times, it is a dull yellow, as from a lantern; yet at other times, its hue changes to a brilliant orange or red. The presence of this light has been noted for nearly a century. 
Many stories have been told. One tale tells of a man who was attacked by bandits as he rode home along the road late one night. The bandits pulled him from his horse, and during a struggle, the man's head was severed. A different story involves a farmhand, also traveling along the road at night, who was thrown from his wagon and decapitated by a wagon wheel. In both cases the head was never found. 
    Yet another story tells that two brothers were riding home along the road in their wagon when they got into an accident, one brother lost his head and it's said that the other brother looks for sibilings lost head.  And yet another story, gruesome at that, is told that a farmer named Moody, whose land is said to have been near the road that now bears his name. lived with his wife and two daughters in a farmhouse just off the road and farmed the large tract of land that surrounded their house. One evening he arrived back home only to find blood streaked along the walls and furniture when he ran upstairs he found the lifeless bodies of his daughters. Rushing back downstairs and into the yard was his dead wife, all had been savagely stabbed. horrified he ran to a neighbors house for help. 
    the police invastigated but found no clues as to who the killer might have been and after a few weeks things started to get back to normal except for Moody that is, its said that he would search his farm land every night for the murder who took his family, after a while though unable to cope without his loving family he hung himself. 
    And thats when reports of the light started pouring in. 
    Its said that the light will appear on command, that if you drive down Moody road and park by the tree stump then flash your cars lights three times it usually appears. 

Reeder Road's Vanishing Girl:
A desolate and gloomy stretch of highway in the northwestern part of the state, between Merrillville and Griffith, Reeder Road is surrounded on all sides by dark woods, swamps, occasional junkyards, and miles of barely inhabited land. It is a place that is, by night, largely avoided by the local populace. This road has a really grim reputation. In the 1980s, the headless body of a man was dumped in the woods alongside the road, and it has been the scene of other, albeit less bloody horrors since then.
    Murders and headless corpses aside, the resident haunt of Reeder Road is the ghost of a mysterious young woman who hitches rides with unsuspecting male motorists. The most famous happening being in the early 1970s when a young man, a senior at Griffith High School, picked up the girl as he was returning home from a date. It was a rainy night, and he was running late, trying to get home before his curfew, when he saw a young woman standing along side the road. She was waving her arms for help, and he pulled to a stop on the shoulder.
    The girl quickly got into the car and explained that her car had gone off the side of the road and she had been waiting a long time for a ride. Naturally the guy offered to take her home. He couldn't help but notice that she looked miserable in her wet white dress and that she was very pretty. The girl gave him directions, and they started off toward her house.
As they drove in the darkness he tried talking to her but she didnt seem up to it. He did see how cold she was so he offered her his high school lettermans jacket, which was on the seat next to them, she accepted it and wrapped it around her shoulders to try and keep warm.
    He continued to drive, and then, ahead in the mist, he could make out the iron fence that surrounded Ross cemetery. He could see some of the old tombstones reflecting in the headlights, he slowed down, knowing that he needed to make a turn. Unsure of which way to go he turned over to the passenger seat only to find it was empty and the girl had vanished, along with his jacket. After searching all over his car and even looking down the road for his passenger he went home, Needless to say he had a very uneasy night, the next morning he woke up and decided to take a drive down Reeder Road and retrace his route from the night before, hoping that it might make sense in the light. As he got to the turn he headed to the house the girl said she lived in when he came up to it he got out of the car and just as he started walking up to the door and man in a red truck stopped and saked if the young man needed help, the young man told the truck driver about the story and was told that nobody had lived in the house for fifteen years, he was also told that the people that lived in the home had moved when their daughter was killed in an auto accident, which was caused by her boyfriend, stunned the young man got back in his car and went to the cemetery, he got out of his car and started looking around not really sure what to look for, until he seen laying right in front of him his neatly folded and placed atop the girls grave.  

Terror in the Trestle at White Lick Creek:
A railroad trestle near Avon has gained such notoriety that the road leading to it has been renamed Haunted Bridge Road. There have been many tales about the identity of its resident specter, but perhaps the oldest story attached to the bridge originates in its construction.
It is a tragic story of a man known as Dad Jones.
    In the early 20th century, new roadways and railroad lines were being built throughtout Indiana to carry commerce, particularly between Indianapolis and Terre Haute. In 1907, on a hot August morning, workers were laboring to build the bridge. Standing on a platform above the forms was an African American man known to his coworkers as Dad Jones. He was six foot five, and it was said that he was the strongest man on the crew. Because of this, he was often given the most grueling and dangerous work. At midmorning, Dad Jones waited impatiently for the second load of concrete to be lifted to him and his crew. When it arrived, he and a fellow worker grappled the heavy bucket to maneuver it over the form. Once it was in place, they tipped the bucket, and the cement began to flow. As it did however the wooden platform on which the workers were standing gave way. The other worker was thrown clear, but Dad Jones pitched forward, let out a hoarse yell, and fell headlong into the wet cement. He struggled for a moment until the bucket of cement fell upon him, sealing him forever in its embrace.
Most workers wanted to give Dad Jones a proper burial but the head in charge refused and the bridge was considered a success until the screaming started that is. Its also said that with the moisture running down the bridge it turns the color of blood. 

Ghostly Women of Cline Avenue:
Two of the most famous resident ghosts are female specters that, according to legend, haunt the same stretch of Cline Avenue between Gary and Whiting. Cline is a roadway that travels from Gary to the Illinois border. A drive along this road today provides a look at urban decay that seems to stretch forever. 
A Weeping Mother:
As Cline Avenue winds its way through the old Cudahee neighborhood of Gary, a dark and forbidding apparition is said to drift along the deserted street. Most of Cudahee has long since vanished, but in the 1940s it was a thriving community of mostly Mexican immigrants who had come north to work in the steel mills. Some believe they brought the spirit known as La Llorona along with them.
    The tale of La Llorona involves a young widow who lived with her sons in a small town near Mexico city. She fell in love with a young nobleman, but he refused to marry her because of her children. The woman went mad and one night savagely murdered them. She ran to her lover to tell him what she had done for him, but he was repulsed and frightened by her and threw her out of his house. Now completely insane, she roamed the streets with her children's blood on her hands and white dress, weeping and screaming. Before the authorities could apprehend her, her body was discovered facedown in a pool of muddy water. 
    For hundreds of years the story of the bloody woman was told in Mexico city. Some believe the spirit came north to Indiana with the immigrants, but others believe the Mexican population simply gave the name of their legend to a ghost that already existed in Cudahee, the ghost of a woman whose children were killed in an auto accident in the early 1930s. After their death its said that she went back to the spot where they died and weeped until her death came. Now its said that at night you can see a woman standing on the side of the road crying over the loss of her children. 
Spirit of a Jilted Bride:
La Llorona, or whatever her names is, is not alone on Cline Avenue. Farther west, as the roadway nears Hammond, another spectral woman makes her presence known. According to legend, she is a young Polish woman whose story is one of ill-fated romance that has extended from this world to the next. 
    This woman made the mistake of falling in love with a man of whom her parents did not approve. Instead of finding a suitor among the Polish men in her neighborhood, she fell for someone from neighboring Whiting, a man from one of the many Puerto Rican families who had recently moved there. Cross cultural relationships like this were virtually unknown at the time, and the marriage would have been scandalous. 
And so the two were forced to meet in secret hidden away from their families and friends. They often met on the banks of the Calumet River, just south of Cline Avenue as it approached the outskirts of Hammond. Eventually they decided to get married and found a priest in Griffith who would do it, on the day of her wedding she told her parents she would be working late that day, but instead went to the dress makers for her wedding gown. Wearing it, she took a cab to the chruch and waited for the groom to appear. But he never came. 
No one knows what happened to the young groom, some say he was killed in an accident as he rushed to the church, and others claim that he simply got cold feet and left the area. After waiting two hours she ran and hailed a cab, but on her way back home she realized she couldnt go back so instead told the cab driver to stop along Cline Avenue, close to the Calumet River, where she and her lover used to meet. She jumped out of the cab and ran toward the river the cab driver tried to stop her but she dissapeared into the dark river, two days later fishermen found her body. 
    To this day motorists claim to have seen a beautiful blond haired woman in a wedding gown standing on the side of the road, if you try to approach her, its said that she runs off down the river banks toward the river. 

Ghost Rider of River Road:   
One of the oldest legends of Perry County, in the southern part of the state, tells of a ghost rider who once haunted River Road: a seldom-used thoroughfare today, but once a three - mile highway that was the only route between Cannelton and Tell City.
The first sighting of the ghost rider occured on september 8, 1858, at the wedding of Amanda Brazee and Paul Schuster. Friends and family were there for the happy event when the ghost rider appeared riding a solid black horse. The rider himself wore a black cloak, and he brandished a riding crop as his horse pounded down River Road.
    Another story was told by a boy who was riding his wagon back to his home when he seen the phantom he pulled out his gun but the bullets had no effect on the ghost.
    Yet another story was told by a boy who said he was walk home before a thuderstorm when he encountered the ghost it scared him so much that he ran back to where he came from and waited till the next morning to go home. 

Legend of Purple Head Bridge:
Over the years, the Stangle's Bridge near Vincennes has earned the colorful nickname of the Purple Head Bridge. According to local legend, this strange designation began many years ago and involves the disembodied head of an American Indian.
    The early days of the nineteenth century were bloody times on the American frontier. The territory that would someday be Indiana was about as far west as most dared travel if they valued their lives. Ongoing battles between the white settlers and the American Indians often led to bloodshed and death.
    Many of these battles and massacres occurred along the Wabash River, including including one that took place near Vincennes. In the midst of the fighting, one story goes, an Indian Shaman was killed, and his body fell from the riverbank into the swiftly moving floodwaters of the Wabash. His tribesmen tried to retrieve his body, but it was swept away downstream and lost.
    According to Native American tradition, a soul is unable to pass on to the next world without a proper burial. The Indians believed the shaman's spirit would be bound to the river for all time, unable to rest, forever haunting the place where is life came to an end. 
    Today, the narrow Stangle's Bridge, once used by the railroad, spans the Wabash River between Vincennes and St. Francisville.
    Curiosity seekers often go to the center of the bridge and look down into the water below, hoping to see a hand rise from the waters below, it's said that if you stay there longer however the Shaman's bloated and purple head will appear floating in the water, and that it gives off a luminous glow from the sockets.

                Dog Face Bridge:
In San Pierre, at the end of Route 1100W, is a dead end and a dilapidated bridge. Beyond this is a dirt path that leads to a blocked - off second bridge. The reason these bridges are sealed off is tied in to the grisly events that purportedly took place there many years ago, and the strange creature that still looms in these woods as a result.
    In the 1950s, the story goes, a young couple were driving over the first bridge. They were talking and therefore distracted, and didn't see the dog when it ran out of the woods, until it was too late. He swerved to miss the dog, but his efforts merely spelled doom for all three. The car struck the dog, sending it flying over the bridge. The car itself followed, and both passengers and the dog died.
    The true gruesome nature of this tale doesn't reveal itself fully until you realize the condition of the deceased. While the man's remains were intact, the woman had been decapitated in the crash. Her head was located near the car, but her body was flung from the scene, never to be found. Conversely, the dog's body was found but not its head.  The bridges were sealed off, and the surrounding community did its best to move on with their lives after this tragedy. This became harder when those visiting the bridges began reporting being terrorized by a twisted, evil monster - a creature that had a womans body and a dog's head.
    To this day, adventure seekers report being attacked by this evil amalgamation of two innocent souls whose mortal lives ended violently and prematurely. Many say that after they walk over the first bridge, but before they get to the second bridge, the monster reveals itself. If the visitor does not sprint back to his car fast enough to stay ahead of the beast, he may be attacked and killed.

Tunnelton Tunnel:
Known as the Big Tunnel, Tunnelton's tube was first used in 1856. Curious spectators would flock from miles to watch trains emerge from the hill. At first, part of the curiosity was in the various problems the tunnel experienced. The vibrations of the trains themselves often led to huge hunks of rock falling from the hillside, much to the delight of onlookers. Eventually, the tunnel walls were lined with brick to stop this problem.
    Local legend has long held that at least one murder victim's body was disposed of in the tunnel. Stories say that a man named Henry Dixon was murdered and placed in the darkest portion of the tunnel, right on the tracks. When the next train came through the engineer didn't see the body and, never slowed down, and completely destroyed his body. Because of lack of corpse, local officials were never able to convict his murderer, even though the identity of the guilty party was well known at the time. 
    The tunnel is still in use today although not as much as it was back then. It's said that Henry Dixon's spirit still haunts the darkest point of the tunnel. A person who makes it all the way to the middle point is said to experience one of two things, either Dixon will brush past you, or he will mistake you for his killer and chase you to the other end of the tunnel.

Crybaby Bridge:
Pendleton, in Hancock County, is the home of a mysterious and macabre haunted bridge, just up the road from the Main Street Cemetery. It is haunted not by specters or visions, but by sounds specifically, the sounds of crying babies said to have died on the spot. 
    Locals claim that if you park your car on the small bridge at night, the faint sounds of crying babies can be heard. 
Supposedly, these are the cries of children who were drowned in the river beneath the bridge.
    The nearby cemetery is home to its own legend of a cursed child: A girl who was possessed by the devil in life is said to be buried there. A plant in the shape of a pitchfork grows above her grave. 

Mystery Woman of the Embarrass River:
  The CSX Railroad crosses over the Embarrass River just west of Vincennes. On some occasions, the misty form of a woman appears near the middle of the bridge, only to disappear just as fast. Some say she is the spirit of a young woman who learned her fiance died in combat during world war I. Rather than live her life without her love, she ran into the path of a locomotive on the bridge. Today, her spirit returns to reenact her sad demise.

                 Hell's Gate:
In the tiny town of Diamond is a tunnel that many say is the first in a series of seven gates that lead directly to hell itself.  Many stories of hells gate relate to a train crash that supposedly occurred at the site years ago. Some people say that if sit in the tunnel of Hell's gate and listen, you will eventually hear light music, laughter, and conversation - all followed by the unmistakable sound of twisting steel, screaming, and horror. People swear that this ever repeating etheral audio is the sound of a train accident happening over and over again in the netherworld, as it once did in reality at this site.
    Another legend of Hell's Gate challenges the visitor to tempt the dark forces contained within. Supposedly, if someone flashes his car light's three times, drives the length of the tunnel, then turns around and parks halfway through the tunnel, a strange and terrifying series of events commences. After a few minutes, the graffiti that lines the tunnel walls glows and reforms itself. If in the process of this reformation any of the graffiti happens to spell out the names of those in the car, those people will die. Some report seeing pools of blood form on the walls and road while trying this. Still others have seen the ghost of people hanging in the trees around this site.  

             The Pythian Home:
lived It is an old Nursing Home where many of the people who there died. There are many things that happen in there and evefrom lights turning on unexpectedly, to hearing footsteps, n feeling something brush up against you. One of the stories are, there was a murder in on of the bathrooms. When the body was taken out, three women went in and cleaned it up. One of the women new the girl that was murdered and she went back to pay her respects. When she walked into the room, she found exactly as it was before they started cleaning. Now around the time of the anniversary of the girl's murder, all the gore returns. There still is no use cleaning it up. It still comes back.

    (If there are any other Haunted places in Indiana that I have missed please feel free to mention them in the comments and if the detail is good I'll add it to the page, Hope you all enjoy.)