Hell Hounds & Hidden Graves

We thought we'd give you a few old stories, just to keep you busy for a while.
So here's something from back in September of last year.



Glenna and I decided to walk the mile or so up the mountain to the two graveyards. We hadn't planed on doing any research for the paranormal nor did we expect to see anything, however I took the camera along just in case.
Nearly halfway there, Glenna would stop and look behind us every few minutes feeling as if we were being followed. I snapped a few photos and though I knew the camera was perfectly still, they all came out distorted and blurred.
After this nothing else seemed to happen as we reached the first of the graveyards. As we looked around we came across this stretch of graves....



From the left to right the markers read:
Baby Girl Muncy 1951 - 1951
Baby Boy Muncy 1949 - 1949
Twins Paul - Pauline Muncy 1944 - 1944
Clarence Edward Muncy 1939 - 1939
Elizabeth Louise Muncy 1936 - 1938

I started snapping pictures of each Marker one by one, but stopped as I reached Clarence Edwards. The preview that flashed onto the small screen made me do a double take as I had caught a bright orange orb next to his grave. I started taking more pictures, hoping that if it were a reflection I could determine it. However after 10 more pictures from different angles, nothing showed up.



Not long after this, Glenna asked me if I had noticed anything to the far end of the graveyard. When I told her there were no more graves in the direction she'd been pointing, she insisted she kept hearing someone call from that direction. Once we made our way through the graveyard, we pushed farther back into the thinning forest and found this grave...



The name was worn off of the small marker as well as the dates.
This was also the last picture I managed to take.

Though the battery in the camera was new, it suddenly died.

As I was trying to persuade the camera to come back on, we made our way back to the road, just as a huge crash sounded on the side of the mountain we had just been a few feet from.
The next few moments went by in a flash. Down the mountain side a wide trail of dead leaves were stirred up as what seemed to be three huge dogs ran down towards us. The only problem was, they made no sound whatsoever.
Needless to say we both turned around and hauled ass down that road as fast as we could.

When we reached the truck, everything was normal no sign of the dogs and the camera was once again working.
We have not been back to the graveyard since, but plan on doing so this summer, in which case perhaps we'll have more stories to tell you.

Sounds In The Night

Friday, February 27th, 2009

3:05 a.m.
Most commonly 3am is thought of as the famous "Dead Time" by most paranormal investigators. Others claim it might be 12am or 4am, but I'm getting sidetracked. Regardless of whether or not 3am is Dead Time, some strange things started happening not long after the clock changed.
In the house where I and my husband live there is a window just above the foot of our bed. Outside this window is nothing, simply a six foot drop to the concrete steps and walkway below.

The first strange thing, was just as we were going to bed. It sounded as if someone had taken a seven inch piece of PVC pipe and rolled them across the walkway, only louder. Naturally it took us about two seconds to get to the window to see what had happened, only to see nothing out of place.
This was followed by a series of shorter lasting sounds coming from the walkway as we watched.

After this it seemed everything was quiet and back to normal, however we stayed awake just in case. After an hour or so it seemed nothing else would happened and we settled back down to go to sleep.
We were quite wrong. At 5am there was a huge crash that seemed level with the window. It was loud enough and violent enough that it shook the bed and bookshelves that lined the wall. It was followed an instant later by what I can only describe as dull bear claws raking across the glass of the window.

This morning of course we searched for anything that could have made the sounds. We tried for a long time throwing things off of the back balcony and scratching things against our window.
However....nothing we did recreated the sound at all.

We'll be keeping watch tonight with cameras and digital recorders.

Check back for updates.

And so it starts.

Tales of a Dark Mountain Road are collected accounts of the paranormal and supernatural of Southern West Virginia and Southwest Virginia.
Everything you read here is (as far as we know ) true. Eyewitness accounts from the members of the Local Appalachian Paranormal Investigation Society ( L.A.P.I.S.). We try to confirm each incident as best we can, however some you just can't prove and have to go on believing you own eyes.
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