Zach Moore’s Hanoverton, Ohio

Spooky Ghost Town Tour:    

          Want a trilling haunted town tour? Come to no other then, host; Zach Moore’s History, Haunts, and Legends Tours!

          Moore is a wonderful host who takes paranormal enthusiast around the town of Hanoverton, Ohio telling a captive audience about the town, and its citizens, showing you the buildings they also lived in. The tour is interesting, yet crazy-thrilling, and filled with ghostly- history which is truly spooky and entertaining. You don’t want to miss out on this tour and you can’t beat the price! Moore only charges $10 dollars a person! So it won’t break your pocket-book.

          Joining Zach and I on our tour, was a good friend of mine, Mysti, who happens to be a well-known romance novelist. In addition, Mysti is a fellow paranormal enthusiast herself, like me; and we both had a good time looking around the town and seeing its beauty as well as the history.

          Misty and I went for a Halloween thrill. It was late October which was defiantly a good time of year to go even though it was chilly at night. However, we had a great Halloween-spook and much entertainment from our host, Zach. So if you are looking for something different and spooky to do this Halloween it’s a great idea.

           The spooky tour starts at the Spread Eagle Tavern & Inn which is full of history, and we grabbed a bite to eat with the host. All I have to say about the Taverns food is, OH, MY GOD! IT WAS SO FANTASTIC!!  Pricey, but well worth it.

          After our lunch at the Tavern we were taken outside to the front of the building where Zach told us about a woman, who was the owner’s daughter that had committed suicide from a failed marriage back in the 1800’s.

          Then he walked us down the small road to a large house on a corner and told us the story of a doctor named Dr. Robertson who used to dig fresh, new-dead bodies up at night in the towns nearby cemetery. He then brought them back to his house, to an undisclosed room on the top right side, on the 2^nd floor of his home and did medical research on them. Afterwards, he would bring them back to the cemetery and re-bury them. Misty said it reminded her of Frankenstein and I very much agreed.

          We then walked through town and heard more history about the small village and its people, and saw other properties. We heard one ghost story about a little slave girl often seen at the Bowman house at the top of the staircase and several more, all we very fascinating.  

          I didn’t get any ghostly or odd feelings in the town until we reached a little white church on a corner, nearing the end of the town and road. The building looked newer then its surrounding buildings in town. I told Zach about the strange feeling I had about the building. He said that he didn’t know of anyone dying there but there was a strange story about the original building and church (not the one we were seeing today). The old building fell into ruin and the towns’ people used dynamite to blow up the building, thinking it to be less costly.  However, their mission went a bit wrong, and when they blew up the old church, most of its shrapnel flew a mile and half and was found in the cemetery up on the hill.  

          After touring the little village, which is really just a small road; you see that there are hardly any residents. In fact, most of the buildings in the town are for sale, even the ones that were on our tour! So if you are interested in owning a haunted piece of history check out the real estate in Hanoverton, Ohio!

          The last building we were brought to, which we had to drive to, was the old school house up on the hill, right before the town’s cemetery. The nice owners happened to be there, a husband and wife, who has just remolded the building to be a venue before Covid, and it’s gorgeous; and oddly enough for sale too! This building is known to be haunted by a little school boy often seen at night on 1^st floor and left side of the large building in the window. If you go make sure to stop at old school house and see if you see him at night!

          Lastly we ended in the cemetery where Zach showed us all the grave stones of the town’s people we had just learned about. We then conducted our own paranormal investigation with Zach who took the lead because he knew the spirits well and interacted with them often. It was pretty amazing and Mysti and I had a wonderful Halloween experience on a clear October night in Hanoverton!        

         

©Rosella C. Rowe

 

For More Information:

Contact Zach Moore on Facebook also founder of: Founder of Z's Paranormal Expeditions:  https://www.facebook.com/ZPX2020

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCneyLUh4G_vozmmIZetP7oA

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https://www.facebook.com/hihalet3/

         

 

Bobby Shook & His Mansfield Fire Dept. Museum:

   

             Getting out of my car in Mansfield, Ohio with all my equipment and gear in tow, I was greeted by an older man in his 70’s, Bobby Shook who kindly offered to help me with my things. As he took them in his hands, I had no idea that this man would be the funniest, oddest, and most wonderful character that I would ever meet in my life, or how much I would grow to adore him.

          Bobby had no idea of my gifts when he first met me but the one thing I kept hearing from a female spirit while he spoke to me about the building and showed myself and fellow Ghost Hunter, Brent around was: “You know, he’s mine,” in a very sarcastic tone with a snide laugh following the remark.

          I soon found out that the female voice had come from a fellow big teaser and deceased volunteer, Ethel who loved the Bingo Hall and Fire Museum and was apparently still there. According to Bobby, she was quite attached to the property and never wanted to leave it, even when she died.

           Ethel and Bobby loved to prank each other constantly and one always tried to one-up the other on a daily basis. But when she died she had asked in her Will to be put inside the museum on the top floor to the left of the building. She was denied this request due to health reasons, of course. But Bobby continuously tells me that he wished that she had been cremated and not buried, because he would have put her ashes on the top floor where she wanted. I can tell he misses her.

          On our three our tour of the museum with Bobby, he took Brent and I around the building and just like a big child having fun, he had us pull the old bell on the fire box from the old days (before modern technology of course) with glee and pure love of his job on his little round face. You could tell he loved his job now just like he did in the past.

          Bobby now retired, takes you around the Mansfield Fire Dept. Museum on his tour, showing you all the old fire trucks and equipment as he tells you past stories and experiences he had while working as a firefighter and on the fire truck in his very building as a driver (at the end of the truck near the back latter). In addition, you also get some of Bobby’s fun corky stories from the old days that are awesome. He is just so much fun.

          Bobby gives tours during the day and at night, he is kind enough to let Ghost Hunters like Brent and I in at night for some paranormal fun.

          We had several awesome experiences and afterwards I gave a Reading to Brent while Bobby listened. He has several ghost friends such as Ethel as mentioned before and a little girl, I have heard each time I go back to see him, and a past Fire Chief (who did interacted with us) and a deceased Curator who’s ashes are on display in the memorial room in the back of the building. He also haunts the museum and was Bobby’s friend. However, Bobby used to work with these men! Most of which either died on the job or were retired and died, and now roam the museum.  However, the most fascinating event was when Bobby interacted with them! This moment in particular special to me!

          I have been there three times now but the first night I was there with Brent, Bobby walked up his friend’s old fire-resistant- jacket and said, “Hey, Joe! Now come on Joe, move that old coat of yours for us!” He had a thrill of laughter in his voice as he remembered his good old friend and fire-buddy. Then he asked again, “Hey Buddy! Remember, I introduced you to your second wife! Do this for me! Move your coat!” And just like that, the coat reacted and began to sway back and forth at Bobby’s command. It was so amazing. Each time I go, Bobby does and it moves. However, Bobby says, (and this is true because I have experienced it) if someone who isn’t a believer is there the coat will NOT move.

          Experience it for yourself! Contact Bobby Shook at the Mansfield Fire Department Museum and get tour or book a Paranormal Ghost Hunt you won’t regret it. You will love him, his tour or ghost hunt, as well as his funny stories, and the spirits that surround him in the Fire Museum. No one can resist Bobby’s charms!

 

©Rosella C. Rowe

 

For More Information:

Mansfield Fire Department Museum

1265 W 4th St, Mansfield, OH 44906

Phone: (419) 529-2573

 

My Gifts Creating a Haunting, Or Was It A Haunting?

 

          Three year ago I was finishing my first book, The Haunting at 2095 when I got an idea for a 2^nd book, 911 Emergency that I quickly became passionate about and I wanted to get it on paper at once. My passion for the two books became quickly conflicting.  I had a deadline to meet for publication for my first book and didn’t have time to wait. However, I took a pause, some calling me crazy, and wrote the first few chapters of the second story, and then went back to finish 2095.

          After the accomplishment of my first book, I pressed on writing more of my 2^nd book but in light of Covid (and with the rest of the world,) life changed and I had to become teacher to my children, full time mother, and wife without breaks. My writing would take a backseat.

          Fast forward a year later, its 2021 and my kids are finally in school however, life is uncertain and hectic.  I feel a calling to write my book again, 911 Emergency for two weeks but never have a moment to myself.

          One day, Harry a friend of mine from the Victorian House in Ohio calls me and begins telling me about a dream he had. Harry, spoke to me about my book and asked if I had picked it up again? Then he goes on to talk about his dream. He was quite emotional about it and sounded unusual.  He thought his dream was a message for me to finish my book. Harry also told me that his dream seemed to never stop. “I kept waking up and going back to sleep again, trying to stop it but the dream would just resume again, each time.

          In his dream Harry says, I was writing my book in which he described my entire plot of the book and my main character –indicating he was a man of mystery who was faceless and nameless. But how could Harry know these things when I never told him this information? Harry seemed to know the plot of my book and whole story from start to finish! It was odd.

          Weeks later Harry asked me again if I had written anything new yet regarding the book, but I still hadn’t time.

Harry told me again, how he thought the male character in my book might be real and how he thought the main character in my book, really wanted his story told.

          So I called Paul, also from Victorian House who I work with well. I told him about Harry’s dream and my book. His advice was to try to do some research and see what I found.

          So I began researching on the web, things about my character in my book that could true. The character in the book is a male, and a dark character. The man dies in a mysteriously in a car accident on Leeway Road in his gold Ford Taurus after he crashes into the side of an abandoned house. So I typed in the search bar online: male dies in gold ford Taurus Leeway Road.  Coincidentally, an article came up as well as a news segment about a man who accidently went over a median killing his who family and an older couple near Leeway Road. This tragic accident had much similarty to my story.

          After that day, things began to happen in my home, A HOUSE WHICH ISN’T HAUNTED.

          One day I was tired from a long bike ride, so I lay down in bed. My family was out at the time and I was alone in the house.  I was almost asleep when I began hearing footsteps in front of my bed. This happened three times every ten minutes, just as I was falling asleep. I got annoyed and clearly couldn’t sleep after that. So I got up and took a bath determined to get some relaxation.  I normally would close the door to the bathroom at this time but wanted to hear if my family came home. So I left the bathroom door slightly ajar. I was just about to get into the tub when I heard a child-like voice of a little girl (quite similar to my daughter) say sweetly from downstairs in the kitchen: “Hello….?” I heard this three times in a row.

          I called out to my daughter, who I thought must have come home, but didn’t get a reply.  I got into the tub and ten minutes later I heard the same voice and “Hello..?” again! I called out once more in reply but again, no answer. This time, I got out of the tub and walked to my phone to see if our garage door went up, indicating my family was home. The garage and my phone are synced, so I get a notification when the garage is opened, but there wasn’t one.  I was alone in the house.

          That night I was freighted from my experience, so my husband waited until I was asleep to go downstairs and continue his work. An hour after he left the bedroom, I woke up to hear the same footsteps as earlier. Three solid footsteps in a row, ten minutes apart. I sat up in bed, angry now. I said aloud: “I don’t know who you are but you need to leave. I can’t help you right now. I need rest. Please let me sleep.” Hearing this seemed to make it upset, I heard it walk toward my double-doors to the left of my room, where I happened to have a plastic hanger which hung from one of the doorknobs. Then, with a lot of force, the entity hit one side of the hanger downward hard, causing the hanger to flip around four times until it finally stopped.

          I was very angry so I leaped out of my bed, turned on a nearby light and in the name of Jesus Christ, banded it from my house and told it to never come back.

          A week went by and nothing seemed to happen until the next Sunday night. I woke up to my motion-censored watch, lighting up my bedroom on its own, and then heard a footstep. I sat up in bed and said the same thing as the last week and it was gone.

          The most freighting experience came when I was again alone in the house because my husband was picking up our kids from an afterschool activity. I was sitting in bed watching TV, not feeling well, when I saw a dark shadow-like figure near my door out of the corner of my eye. I called my buddy, Harry right then and there and told him. He told me to ask Paul and that night the three of us conducted a remote session via phone to see what was going on in the house. Using Paul’s cooper-rods and combination of all our gifts, we found the answer.

          The two men who had died in that car accident came through right away, both wishing me well with my book, but sadly were not the ones who were coming to me. It was good to find out so I could move on. I thanked them and appreciated them helping. But now who could be?

          After the two men left, Paul turned to my Guardian Angels asking them who was trying to communicate and what I was experiencing? They came quickly, ready to talk and help, as if standing right by, waiting for us to ask.

          My Angel’s told Paul that it wasn’t a spirit at all; it was simply my stress, anxiety and energy creating paranormal activity in my home.

          Paul explained to me that due to my gifts, I am more sensitive to the universe, as well as my own stresses and anxieties, which in turn can cause paranormal energy if I am not careful and take better care of myself.

          After this terrible year who wouldn’t be stressed? I really had wanted to get back into the swing of things and writing but I really needed to slow down, which was also why I was tired and not feeling the best.

          So now, I am relaxing more and have slowed down a bit doing more for me…AND the activity has stopped and I feel better. Who knew I this could happen?  I defiantly have learned something from this paranormal experience!

©Rosella C. Rowe