Along the Way: The Disappearance of Edward Jewett

A recent trip through the Allegheny National Forest made me realize how vast and remote the region is. For many, images of Pennsylvania begin and end with Philadelphia and Pittsburgh. The north-central portion of the state is still as wild in places as it was nearly one hundred years ago. It would not be hard … Continue reading Along the Way: The Disappearance of Edward Jewett

The Power of P. Noel’s Name

Note: If you choose to explore this area, remember it is a battlefield and it does deserve respect, so please give it the respect that it deserves. Everyone knows that Gettysburg is haunted. Right? It definitely has to be haunted because my bookcase has two full shelves dedicated to the legends and lore of Gettysburg. … Continue reading The Power of P. Noel’s Name

The Siren of the Loyalsock

I followed the Loyalsock Creek deep into the mountains north of Montoursville as Zech and I explored the wild landscape, wondrous vistas, and beautiful waterfalls of the region. We had already visited a number of waterfalls, but the next location on the list was the Hillsgrove Covered Bridge. We parked along Covered Bridge Road and … Continue reading The Siren of the Loyalsock

The Giant Ghost of Brush Valley

“Do you know the cemetery at Yearick’s Church is haunted?” Brenda, a former co-worker asked one day while we were on break. I admitted I was not familiar with the story and eagerly listened as she spoke. “My grandpa used to tell us about a large, black figure that roamed the cemetery. When he was … Continue reading The Giant Ghost of Brush Valley

The Boos of New Bethel Cemetery

On one of my trips to Hawk Mountain, I had the opportunity to meet up with a former college classmate, Dan, who lived in the area.  The two of us hiked the trails while swapping stories of where life had taken us over the years. During the conversation, he asked if I still collected folklore … Continue reading The Boos of New Bethel Cemetery

The Haunts of Hawk Mountain

“It doesn’t look too promising up there,” Mike spoke as we approached our destination. I had to agree with his assessment - it had rained the night before and now a thick fog clung to the mountaintop. We were headed to Hawk Mountain and while Mike would normally be scanning the sky for birds, seeing … Continue reading The Haunts of Hawk Mountain