Freaky Story
 

“Crete (Illinois) - Ax-Man's House - In the 1970's a man murders his wife and children along with two police officers, with an ax. After killing them he hung them from hooks in the meat shed in the back of the property. He was then chased through the woods near his home by the police until he was finally shot and killed near the road. Upon entering the grounds a strange feeling of being watched is felt, and if you go around to the back of the house you can still see the blood splattered in the meat shed. In the house you will find a staircase that leads into the ceiling. If you go into one of the upstairs bedrooms you will find women’s shoes all over the floor and if you look out the window you will see what looks like a woman hanging from a rope in the tree. You can also still see the path that the ax man ran down to try to avoid the police. He is said to still haunt the bridge near where he died.” From www.theshadowlands.net /places/illinois.htm

Now my tale...

I grew up in the far south suburbs of Chicago in the 70s and 80s not too far from Crete. I had friends from there and was familiar with this story. A bunch of us went out to the scene and drove across the haunted bridge but we never saw anything.

Years later after having moved to the southwest suburbs of Chicago, my mom woke up claiming that she heard some strange noise in the house. We looked all around to see if someone had broken into the house and found nothing. I looked in the garage, which was attached, and didn't see anything out of the ordinary, except that someone had left the light on. When I turned the light off, I saw that the light in the attic above the garage was left on. When I pulled the stairway down, my mom started to shout, "That was the noise, that was the noise."

I went up into the attic above the garage and looked around finding nothing out of place. I squeezed through the hole between the garage attic and the house attic, which was right outside my room, and didn't find anything out of place there.

After I came back down and relayed not finding anything to the rest of my family, my brother went up into the attic. After my parents went back to bed my brother came back down from the attic and was very pale.

He proceeds to tell me that he and his friends went back years later to the Ax Man's bridge. As they drove across the bridge the Ax Man started chasing the SUV that they were driving and threw his ax through the back window. The driver of the SUV grabbed the gun that he kept in his glove box (my brother had some interesting friends when he was in high school) and fired at the Ax Man hitting him numerous times. The Ax Man kept chasing them but they drove off. The friend asked my brother to hold on to the ax and the gun for a while so my brother hid them in the corner of the attic above the garage.

At the end of telling his tale he simply said, "They are gone."

Nothing else happened and my brother and I never spoke of the event.

that's freaky

Where did you hear that story? It seems way too far out there to be true.... I still liked it though. I love scary stories. :D

What SW suburb did you move to? I'm from that area!

I should have noted in the first post that I am not the speaker. I just cut and pasted the story.

Oh, do any of us really grow up?

I LOVE stories like that! Thanks for posting, PiKA2001!

Maybe the Ax Man should hook up with Resurrection Mary.

Is that the same as Bloody Mary?? ( I don't mean the drink)

.Resurrection Mary Story

Bloody Mary or Mary Worth as it was called when I was growing up, is a different person.

Is Resurrection Mary the one in Chicago where the man danced with her all evening then....well, I won't spoil the story?

I saw that on Unsolved Mysteries or one of those shows. Talk about creepy!

Kinda, sorta. FWIW, my brother-in-law claims to have picked her up one night. He was driving on Archer Ave. and saw a teenage girl walking alone in a party dress. It was raining, so he offers her a ride. She gets in, and they start talking. He asks her where she's going, and she says just a little up the road. They get to Resurrection Cemetary, and as he's talking to her, she's gone, just disappears. I've asked him several times about this, and he swears that a) it did happen, and b) he was sober.

I've heard versions that someone will go to a dance with her, and then she disappears and the date later finds her stuff at her grave in the cemetary.

Call Art Bell on the radio Sun. nights.

Maybe someone from Rome GA has heard this one?
 

Several years ago I went to college in Rome,
Georgia. While I was there there were several 'ghost' stories which I
kept coming across. While most of the tales appeared to be only
stories, there were two which prove to be more than mere legend. One
of which surrounds the 'Mountain Springs Church.' One night while
partying around this church at 2 am in the morning, we kept hearing
music like 'bells'. A short search of the area revealed the music was
coming from the church. On entering the church, the music could clearly
be heard. After searching, no clear source could ever be found for the
music. On closer inspection the music seemed to be accompanied by a
faint crying noise. Further investigation of the area revealed several
'occultic' symbols etched into the cement outside of the church. My
second story is clearly the better of the two. While in Rome, at a
local bar, I heard a band whos message was 'don't go down CCC road.' My
curosity raised about the issue, I needed to explore this area. Two
weeks later my friend and I decided to swallow our fears and explore
this road. The myth goes that there are seven bridges that you cross
over while on this road, except when you turn back there are only six
bridges. Although this myth wasn't known by me at the time, I did
notice several 'VERY STRANGE' occurances. Upon entering the road the
entire atmosphere was somehow changed. Although it being the middle of
the day, the shade from the trees made it appear ominously dark. After
crossing what I assume to be the first bridge, my friend and I spotted
a man in full camo hiding behind a bolder, holding a rifle. In his
other hand was gripped a small boy, and both were crouched as if
hiding. Continuing we passed the second bridge. By this point we
already were spooked out. Sometime after that, we spotted a lady in the
middle of the road, waving her hands wildly. We stopped and asked if
anything was the matter. The lady appeared to be ancient, but was
wildly animated. She began spouting off all kinds of crazy stuff. she
was saying things like, 'i have more stocks and bonds than Ross
Periot', 'Berry College took 10 years of my life and made it look like
2' and 'why don't you boys come in for ice-cream, i've been baking it
all day'. After a short while what I assume was her husband emerged and
said, 'she's crazy boys, you better get out of here' and then she sad
'Yeah you better leave before I run you in'. My friend and I at this
point had heard enough, it was time to get outta there. We turned
around and started out of there. On the way back we came upon the
second bridge. The bridge was covered in little black birds, and I mean
covered. The birds were not scattering as I drove up to them. I slowed
down and looked outside as I drove by. What was curious is that the
birds would barely hop out of the way of the vehicle. It was as if they
had no fear of being hit! continuing on we approched the first bridge
where the man with the rifle once was. There was no sign of the man,
but on the bridge there was a strange sight. Right smack in the middle
of the bridge was what appeared to be a severed 'dear's head' I had to
actuall move the thing to avoid running over it. After that we were
finally out of there. I'm not sure what else was down that road, but I
was sure not going to go down any further.

I guess it's just north Berry College, called CCC Road.