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Tripping on Legends Live…The Morbidly Haunted

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TRIPPING ON LEGENDS LIVE…THE MORBIDLY HAUNTED

Too soon?  It’s become the punchline of jokes and the focus of memes across social media, but is it a question worth asking?

From legend trippers and investigators looking to capture a moment to frauds trying to contact the famous dead for promotion, people in the paranormal walk a thin line of the morbid. We, by our nature, live in the world where people have died, but are we sometimes too eager to explore the edges of other’s tragedies?

Join Christopher Balzano and Deanna Mulhern for a discussion on when looking into a ghost is either too soon or smacks social graces in the face.

You can check out the This Town is Myth page at: https://www.facebook.com/This-Town-is-Myth-106533630840134/

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You can contact us with questions, comments, and your favorite legend or tidbit of folklore at spookytripping@gmail.com.

Feel free to call our new phone number during our lives shows to get involved or whenever just to share a legend you’ve heard to ask a question at ((813) 418-6822. 

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This Town is Myth…The Dade Massacre Stikini

This post is part of the This Town is Myth Project which looks to examine a lost town named Pemberton Ferry, Florida, that history has all but forgotten. Most of the material is my way of wiggling out the different aspects of the unexplained, the deep history, and several conspiracies and theories related to the town. As such, there will be mistakes, misidentifications, and misunderstandings. This has always been a part of Tripping on Legends as we know we are not always getting the best information when it comes to folklore and legends, but it is even more so with this. I am an outsider to the area in many respects, and my information comes from different sources and is the best information I have at the time. Mistakes come from a genuine place and not from a desire to be a poor researcher.

Please contact me with any corrections, additions, or clarifications. This project begs for it…

It is the essence of This Town is Myth; a perfect example of why how hard it is to get a handle on the history of this unnoticed and unimportant patch of land and how trying to find the start of something often means finding yourself being forced to look in too many directions at once.  It should be a simple story, or at least a quick look at a legend which is somewhat related to Pemberton Ferry.  There’s an old Seminole legend, an illiterate soldier who somehow survived a massacre when those more skilled and more articulate didn’t, and a blood-sucking owl witch.  Simple, right.

One of the most important events in the area is the Dade Massacre.  It warrants more time than a simple blog post here as you can tell from the multiple books and articles that have been written about.  Trying to summarize it even gets tricky.  There’s no way to even touch the subject without mentioning the moments leading up to it, hinting at the conspiracy theories connected to it, and wondering why there are so many conflicting accounts of it given how solid the actually historical documentation of it is.  Important moments in history are never clear-cut.  The more waves the stones cause, the more time we have to spend studying how it was thrown, what the rock looked like, or how the effect drifted out from the center. 

On December 23, 1835, 110 men set out from Fort Brook north to Fort King.  Think going from Tampa to Ocala.  There was a lot going on that led to that day, but the simplest explanations are sometimes the best.  Fort King had been suffering some attacks in the preceding months as the United States government struggled to move the Seminole tribe west to Oklahoma, something some leaders of the Nation had agreed to without the consent of all of those in control of the multiple factions that made up the complex Seminoles.  The military march was led by Major Francis Langhorne Dade who decided to take charge when the original commander was confronted with problems on the home front.  They made their way down Kings Highway, a narrow path through wilderness and swamp designed specifically to connect the two locations.  Destroyed bridges and artillery too heavy for the journey plagued them and slowly the trip, something the Seminoles had facilitated in an attempt to slow their journey.  Osceola, recognized as one of their major leaders, was in negotiations that they expected to lose, and they set a trap as they waited to hear word from him. 

On December 28th, as the US troops marched with their guns under heavy coats near what is now Bushnell, Florida, they were attacked by almost twice as many Seminoles hidden in the swamps and perched behind the trees.  When the battle was over, all but three of soldiers and their guide had been killed, the Seminoles had made a statement about not being so easily moved from their land, and the seeds of the Second Seminole had been formally planted.  History tells of Ransom Clarke who survived and crawled 65 miles to get back to Fort Brooke.  Private Edward Decourcey is remembered for hiding under dead bodies and then being killed when he and Clarke were attacked on their way back and split up to force their pursuer to chose between them.  And then there was an illiterate private who somehow survived.  No one really can get a handle on his part in the battle or how he made it back to Fort Brooke, but Joseph Sprague also made lived through the attack.

As I was doing some research for my upcoming legend trip to Pinecraft in Sarasota on the hunt for a classic Lover’s Leap, Romeo and Juliet type ghostly legend, I came across this interesting article posted on a seemingly defunct Web site called Folktales of Florida called Tampa’s Stikini Witches.

Through the first Seminole War a small group of elderly Seminole women were allowed to remain in their homes on North of Fort Brooke on the Hillsborough River. In 1835 The United States moved forward with plans to relocate all of the Seminole Indians west of the Mississippi. When given this news, these woman were enraged, refused to move and threatened that Fort Brooke would be forever cursed. Soon there after 110 soldiers left Ft Brooke moving Northward. The first morning at camp a young soldier was found dead in his bed, an investigation concluded that the man’s heart had been removed. This same scenario happened night after night and as fear of the Seminole womens’ curse grew stronger, soldier Joseph Sprague abandoned his post. As he fled through the forest at dusk he saw the group of Seminole Women whom had cursed the soldiers. He watched in horror as they kneeled, chanted and expelled their internal organs from their mouths. One by one they then took the form of owls and took off into the night. They were the stikini witches of Seminole legend coming to exact their revenge. Sprague hurried the news to Fort Brooke but by the time reinforcements arrived all 109 other soldiers lay dead in their beds with their hearts removed. The group of elderly Seminole were never seen again but will always be remembered in this story of the Dade Massacre.

And the rabbit hole starts.

As a historical event, the Dade Massacre sets of a series of dominos that leads ultimately to the development of all of Florida.  It springs the Second Seminole War and the roads and outposts needed to defeat the tribe led the US government to cut out what was essentially a swamp before the fighting.  Between the three survivors, the stories told by those who picked up after the carnage or missed the battle because they had to turn back on the journey for one reason or another, and the multiple Seminole accounts, this is a moment in history that is fairly well documented.  There may be some inconsistent accounts, most due to the motivation of the teller, but this is a victory for the Seminoles.  Forget what might have happened after and the current state of the people.  This was a victory.

The pressing question remains; why create a fictionalized version, a folktale for something that is clearly a great triumph for Seminoles?  Folklore develops to explain a misunderstood natural phenomena, to explain a lost moment in history, or to revise a moment to rationalize something bad that has happened.  The story of the Tampa Stikini does not fit any of these markers.  The Seminoles beat the army militarily, strategically, tactically.  They can even be said to be on the right side of the argument on who was right.  It makes no sense why a fantastical narrative should develop from their storytellers basically taking the power of the actual events away.

The stikini are a powerful part of their folklore by themselves.  The basic origin of the story, if it is possible to whittle down an origin story, involves trauma and revenge taken too far.  They are women who have been wronged in some way, usually sexually either by their own men, former slaves, or white Americans who made their way into Creek and Seminole lands.  They called upon a goddess named She Who Walks the Circle, a formal mortal who wished for powers herself and then abused them to become a cursed deity.  She grants the woman the power to get back at her tormentors, much like she was granted power, and they abuse it like she did.  They become drunk with their new abilities and continue to kill once the scales have been balanced, causing them to become cursed.  They are no longer women, but vampire-like wraths who can find comfort only in each other.

Echoing older legends from the Chinese, who call them Jiangshi, and the Mayans, where they are referred to as Camazotz, they are normal, often beautiful and alluring by day, but turn into a mysterious human-owl like creature at night.  They must feed on the entrails and blood of men (there are almost no versions that involve women being victimized) and sometimes store the men they capture to eat later or make into stew.  They can transform into their evil selves at will but cannot stand the light of day as the creature.  They patrol the dark woods and off the beaten path roads and swamps looking for their prey with little or no knowledge of their past lives or what made them into the abomination in the first place.  They seek each other out and live in covens, which hints more at a European influence on the story than a traditional Native American narrative. 

Overall, a total nightmare and a callback to the need for revenge for the taking of lands and the taking of whatever the conquers wished to claim.  They can even be said to be a folklore explanation of mental health disorders such as dissociative identity disorder and multiple personality disorder where sexual trauma forces one to make other masks to deal with the horrific event that have happened.  They are well known in legends and folklore and paint the Web pages of cryptid and role-playing game sites.

Here they are ill-placed and unexplained.  This does not fit with the Dade Massacre.  It needs no embellishing and is not a tale of revenge or wrath.

Then there is the name mentioned in the story.  John Sprague is an odd footnote to history and will be getting his own write-up in the coming weeks.  He is cited in a few sources as being a survivor of the Dade Massacre but missing from most of the definitive books and articles.  Sprague was a career military man from Vermont who kept enlisting because he was not qualified to do much more than be a grunt.  After each campaign, he would be granted a little bit of land and a pension but could not make things work.  He would sign up again, leaving only an X because he was illiterate, and fight another battle without distinction or merit.  He hid under dead bodies after the initial attack and was left for dead when a troop of black Seminoles came after the battle to kill off anyone who was remaining and raid for anything that could be used.  He crawled the rest of the way back to Fort Brooke and reported what had happened the day after Ransom Clarke made it home.  Clarke, the more articulate and literate of the two, has gone down in history as the only survivor of the day, and history has all but forgotten Sprague. 

There were at least four men, named and documented, who turned back for various reasons on the trip.  They are known.  They could have been used for the Stikini story and it would have made more sense.  Instead, the Seminoles who spread this story use a survivor of the battle as the witness who turned around and saw the coven in the woods.  While not a hero in the traditional sense (all he did was survive), he is nevertheless a wounded soldier who made it through the conflict to tell what had happened.  While it might serve some purpose to turn him into a coward who gets scared and flees for safety only to report the witches in the woods, it is still odd that he should be a character in the story at all.  Why give a name at all, especially one that can be verified and who was known to have not done what the story says?  This would be harder to follow-up on and make the character a better representation of all treacherous villains they were in conflict with.   

There is something romantic about vampires in our modern culture, an invention of a new desire to take characters from old stories and adapt them for the next consumer.  Along the way heritage gets lost and the bad guys of folklore get watered down to something near unrecognizable to the metaphors and symbols they were created to invoke.  The stikini of the Dade Massacre lie somewhere in between.  There is nothing seductive in the way they appear in the story, nothing to make us want to set them into a love triangle or create a steamy novel about.  They lie in the shadows, not only in the dark swamps and forgotten roadways of Florida, but in the gray areas of Florida folklore.  Seminole Stikini shine brightly in the tales of other places even as they avoid the light, but in Central Florida they change and hide and are less willing to be understood.  It makes sense though.  When This Town is Myth is involved, even legends tend to dissolve to mist.

You can check out the This Town is Myth page at: https://www.facebook.com/This-Town-is-Myth-106533630840134/

Follow all social media at #ThisTownIsMyth.

You can contact us with questions, comments, and your favorite legend or tidbit of folklore at spookytripping@gmail.com.

Feel free to call our new phone number during our lives shows to get involved or whenever just to share a legend you’ve heard to ask a question at ((813) 418-6822. 

Keep visiting the site for the trip log of our travels and other urban legends at: www.trippingonlegends.wordpress.com

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Tripping on Legends Live…Famous Cases: The Haunted Vacation

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TRIPPING ON LEGENDS LIVE…FAMOUS CASES: THE HAUNTED VACATION

Help TOL with kids decided where to legend trip on Spring Break…

The Trippers look at several possible haunted road trips to occupy their upcoming Spring Break. After looking into the legend of Mothman and Goatman, they turn their attention to the many legends of Missouri and tracking the rock and roll legends of the Allman Brothers and Robert Johnson. The extended family in the chatroom ask for a trip up to New England to visit the Bridgewater Triangle and Salem, but the kids seem to be intent on tracking the legend of Roanoke Colony.

You can check out the This Town is Myth page at: https://www.facebook.com/This-Town-is-Myth-106533630840134/

Follow all social media at #ThisTownIsMyth.

You can contact us with questions, comments, and your favorite legend or tidbit of folklore at spookytripping@gmail.com.

Feel free to call our new phone number during our lives shows to get involved or whenever just to share a legend you’ve heard to ask a question at ((813) 418-6822. 

Keep visiting the site for the trip log of our travels and other urban legends at: www.trippingonlegends.wordpress.com

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Tripping on Legends Live…Famous Case: The Bunny Man Bridge

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TRIPPING ON LEGENDS LIVE…FAMOUS CASE: THE BUNNY MAN BRIDGE

As Tripping on Legends looks into the local legend of the Haunted Amish Bridge, we look into a famous cases that have captured the imagination and inspired a whole generation of urban legends and haunted media.

The story of the Bunny Man and the Bunny Man Bridge has been told and retold and retold, but what are the true stories behind them? More importantly, why does this tale survive and spread when others stay local?

It’s a main locale on TOL’s short bucket list, so join us and share which haunted legends are on yours.

We’ll also do a little follow up on the case of the White Lady at Rolling Hills in Lady Lake. Listen to the episode where we explore that legends at:
https://triplegend.hipcast.com/deluge/triplegend-20190826063728-4024.mp4?

You can check out the This Town is Myth page at: https://www.facebook.com/This-Town-is-Myth-106533630840134/

Follow all social media at #ThisTownIsMyth.

You can contact us with questions, comments, and your favorite legend or tidbit of folklore at spookytripping@gmail.com.

Feel free to call our new phone number during our lives shows to get involved or whenever just to share a legend you’ve heard to ask a question at ((813) 418-6822. 

Keep visiting the site for the trip log of our travels and other urban legends at: www.trippingonlegends.wordpress.com

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This Town Is Myth…Iron Bridge and the Deadly Withlacoochee

This post is part of the This Town is Myth Project which looks to examine a lost town named Pemberton Ferry, Florida, that history has all but forgotten. Most of the material is my way of wiggling out the different aspects of the unexplained, the deep history, and several conspiracies and theories related to the town. As such, there will be mistakes, misidentifications, and misunderstandings. This has always been a part of Tripping on Legends as we know we are not always getting the best information when it comes to folklore and legends, but it is even more so with this. I am an outsider to the area in many respects, and my information comes from different sources and is the best information I have at the time. Mistakes come from a genuine place and not from a desire to be a poor researcher.

Please contact me with any corrections, additions, or clarifications. This project begs for it…

It takes a moment to realize it, but the birds never feed in the middle of the water.  You can see them dipping into the little puddles made where it has receded and circling in the sky above as if hunting fish they’ll never chase.  They seem to know something outsiders don’t about what lies below the surface.  They have some hint of the history and the mysteries that the local people whisper and nod to each other about, something they have shared for as long as anyone around can remember.  There are some plain truths like this in most small towns, known by citizens of the zip code and hidden, maybe even unreasonable to visitors.  All along the Withlacoochee River people talk about the oddness in the water, and in what was once Pemberton Ferry, everyone knows you try to swim near Iron Bridge. 

The Withlacoochee River, or Crooked River, is a bit of an oddity even without the deaths that are drawn to it.   The 70-mile waterway starts in the Green Swamp, an area well known for its own creepy legends, and then travels north instead of south, like it’s larger brother the St. John’s, to the Gulf of Mexico.  The water levels are fickle and shifting, sometimes overflowing and causing damage to the surrounding areas and other times being reduced to nothing more than a swamp.  The development of the river directly mirrors the growth of Florida.  A natural waterway, over the years people have moved its natural path, damned off parts to develop, and changed the depth as the transportation of the time needed.  These changes beg for folklore to be born about them.  In fact, in other parts of the country changes like this are almost always associated with starting curses or angering the forces that call for balance, like disturbing some Feng Shui which demands to be corrected.

Maybe that explains why so many of the towns that pop up along the banks fail.  From the perspective of history, there is nothing unusual about this.  They are places born of boom and easily depleted natural resources such as phosphate, turpentine, and produce crop where a freeze can mean a town goes under.  They rely on river travel and trains which have been replaced by highways and developed backroads.  But other towns with a similar history find a way to adapt and strive.  While people live all along it, many of the existing names have changed over the years as town were born, failed, and were paved over for new ones.  The New Deal and U.S. Land Resettlement Administration days allowed for the federal government to take control of many of the land and ghost towns, and with each new owner and each new mini-boom, the past was carefully forgotten, and the weirdness reduced to whispers.  It was all just something that happened everywhere sometimes.

Many of the places it traverses through are areas of known weirdness.  Towns like Dunnellon and Brooksville and Dade city tend to appear on every Web site dedicated to ghosts.  The Withlacoochee State Park State Forest, like its brother the Ocala State Forest just an hour away, is home to its own haunted legends, most notably the story of the Swamp Witch of Hog Island.  The odd thing is, however, that the stories are contained to the areas around the water while the river, known to have taken hundreds of lives over the years, inspires almost none.

According to Best Backroads of Florida: Volume One, the river has long been a dumping ground for the misdeeds of the people who live near it.  One of the spots author Douglas Waitley refers to is the town of Dunnellon.  The town was the very definition of frontier life, at one time having 16 saloons in the small, somewhat isolated municipality.  Patrons were often killed in these violent establishments, and their bodies were thrown into the Withlacoochee.   The worst incident, however, occurred in November of 1895.  Two white shopkeepers were killed and two black suspects were hung on the spot.  A third was caught and jailed, but when the mob arrived at the jail that night to exact justice, Sheriff Bill Stephens, a mammoth of a man and a confirmed racist, allowed them to take the accused without a fight.  The suspect was hanged, stuffed in a sack, and thrown in the river.  The miners who worked the town, all of them black, stormed the town but were beaten back by Stephens and his men.  However, they did not let the insurrection go unpunished.  They stormed the miner camp and killed many of the people there, throwing their bodies into the Withlacoochee as a warning to others who doubted who was in control of the area.  Later, when some of the people asked for a different lawman to Stephens due to his methods and possible retribution for the massacre, he pistol whipped his replacement until he was near death and maintained control of the town. 

All along the river are spots where similar deaths have occurred, but one spot more than the others has been the direct source of tragedy and ask anyone about the area and they will immediately cite Iron Bridge in Bushnell as a place where you just don’t go in the water.  Originally the site of a bridge between Croom and Pemberton Ferry, as well as a bridge connecting the two counties, it acted as one of the main roads between Sumter County and Brooksville.  The original road designation was Road 214.   Early on the site, which serviced foot traffic, ferries, and other vehicles became known for having things go wrong.  Later deaths became common and the reputation of the crossing grew in the minds of both towns.  Eventually, as each town failed, the bridge was torn down so that only a few rusted pilings remain, but the idea that you do not swim in that part of the river was forever cemented in the minds of the locals, something that continues to be reinforced every time a new fatality is reported there.   

Thumbing through old editions of the Savannah Morning News, one of the only sources for information on Pemberton Ferry, is like a catalogue of the strange on the banks of the Withlacoochee.  It reported of a mysterious death in September of 1879.  A man named Henry Keller drowned as he was working the area near Iron Bridge.  A chain across the river had become loose and he and a coworker entered the water to free it and reset it using a series of jerks.  Keller, who was known to be a fair swimmer, slipped and fell in the water, but his companion did not immediately respond because he felt Keller was not in jeopardy.   He never came out of the water, a few furious bubbles rushing to the surface the only sign there was anything wrong.  He was never seen alive again.  People searched for the body, but nothing was found until 2 days later when the body was discovered minus a head.  Some locals accused the coworker, or at least questioned how the man could have died and lost his head, but someone else had threatened him before the accident and then bragged about it after.  There is no evidence anyone was ever brought to trial or convicted of the crime.

The reports do not end there.  The same paper reported a series of incidents only a few months later.  The April 29, 1890, edition talks about how four people had mysteriously drown in the previous few weeks.  This included a man identified only as Abrams.  He and some others were treasure hunting for phosphate and other underwater riches.   He dove down as he had many times before, but this time he did not come back up.  After recovering the body it was found that, “he had struck head first a huge elephant’s tusk that was standing on the riverbed in an upright position.  It had pierced his brain causing instant death.”  It was later revealed the tusk in fact belonged to a mastodon and not an elephant.    

Tragedy struck again that September.  Tom Brown and Maggie Roundtree were sailing on the Withlacoochee with a third friend.  As a joke and knowing their unidentified friend was a good swimmer, they threw him overboard.  He heard their laughs as he made his way back to the shore, but when he arrived he looked back to find the boat had capsized.   By the time he made his way back to help them, they were dead.

These historical reports are not just a snapshot of something that only happened back in the day.  Ask citizens in Bushnell about it and their response is immediate.  You don’t swim at Iron Bridge.  Most can cite a person they know who suffered an accident there.  Either that or they know a friend who had someone they know die, and this continues as you ask people from the surrounding towns.  Ask someone in Webster or St Catherine and the trend is the same.  No one knows how many people have actually drowned in the river there, but the reports of dozens of victims in modern times is not hyperbole.  This is the single most deadly spot in Florida, and when someone challenges it, which they do from time to time on a dare or in a moment of bravado, the results can still be fatal.

The idea of unsafe bodies of water isn’t new.  There are places throughout the world that seem to have more deaths related to them than the others around them, and there tends to be legends that develop around them due to a simple misunderstanding of how currents actually work.  Most beaches, especially in Florida, have signs posted about the hazards of riptides and how to react when you’re caught in one, but most unsuspecting swimmer don’t think these can happen in smaller sources of water. 

These, however, do not account for all of the deaths.  A few hours across the state Lake Istokpoga was considered cursed by the Seminoles.  Even its name, which means “place where people die” relates the history of losing people inexplicably while crossing.  Horn Pond in Woburn, Massachusetts, more a water reserve than an actual pond, and Assawompset Pond in Lakeville both associate the missing and drowned people there to evil spirits trapped in the water after a long battle.  There’s also Lake Ronkonkoma in Long Island, New York, and its long history of unsolved murders and unexplained deaths blamed on something dark and cursed in the water. 

One of the most intriguing water legends might be in Ormond Beach, Florida.  Among the odd lights and reports of mysterious death is a lesser known tale known and spread by old timers.  Back in the day when slavery helped to build that area of the state, an overseer was killed by those he looked over.  There are variations that he drowned and they refused to help or that they had intentionally gotten him drunk and threw him in, but the dead man is said to return to the place of his death to replay his last moments.  People in the location have even reported feeling lightheaded and even intoxicated when visiting that part of the park. 

The odd thing about the Withlacoochee is that there are no legends to explain what happens there.  Like so many things associated with Pemberton Ferry, the past is known but not spoken of.  It is as if people need to be warned about the danger and people nod their heads in agreement whenever Iron Bridge and the river is brought up in conversation, but no stories are told.  When they are, they are contained to the reality of the danger rather than trying to provide a rationalization for the mystery.  It is just accepted.  No water monster or angry ghosts.  No revenge from beyond the grave or disturbed spirit unable to find peace.

Instead, totally in character of Pemberton Ferry, there is just a shrug of the shoulders. 

Follow all social media at #ThisTownIsMyth.

You can contact us with questions, comments, and your favorite legend or tidbit of folklore at spookytripping@gmail.com.

Feel free to call our new phone number during our lives shows to get involved or whenever just to share a legend you’ve heard to ask a question at ((813) 418-6822. 

Keep visiting the site for the trip log of our travels and other urban legends at: www.trippingonlegends.wordpress.com

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Tripping on Legends Live: Famous Case, Highway 50

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TRIPPING ON LEGENDS LIVE: FAMOUS CASE, HIGHWAY 50

An origin story based on a famous legend which people claim is fact and not folklore.  A television show responsible for creating and spreading urban legends.  Two nights with a guitar, a candle, a book, and an idea.


Tripping on Legends explores the famous case of the Woman of Highway 50, a story once told on Unsolved Mysteries, remembered a decade later by a songwriter, and remembered two decades after that when this whole Legend Tripping gig got started. 

Who was the woman who saved her son after her death, and why does the story refuse to die.

You can contact us with questions, comments, and your favorite legend or tidbit of folklore at spookytripping@gmail.com.

A new project is starting and will be announced next week, so if you have any information on odd stories or lost history from Lake, Sumter, Pasco, or Hernando County, let us know and follow the progress at #ThisTownIsMyth.

Feel free to call our new phone number during our lives shows to get involved or whenever just to share a legend you’ve heard to ask a question at ((813) 418-6822. 

Keep visiting the site for the trip log of our travels and other urban legends at: www.trippingonlegends.wordpress.com

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