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Episode 43…The Silver Springs Brochure Forgot These Ghosts

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The Tripping on Legends Summer 2018 trip is completed, and the first stop is the other largest attraction in Florida, Silver Springs.

There are two kinds of ghosts walking the shore of the springs; the ones they write stories and make postcards about and the ones who are whispered about among the staff. Christopher Balzano and Natalie Crist take another look at some of the most popular legends and track some of their possible origins with new research and revelations.

They then get into some of the ghosts the staff have experienced, including a Native American spirit who decided to chat Natalie up.

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

We’re still knee deep in the #hauntedlove project, so we’re especially looking for ghost stories with a love twist.

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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Episode 53…The Lost Love Potion of Arbuckle Creek

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Two figures meeting at the middle of a bridge. One murder, one child, and three ghosts left to play out the story.

This week Christopher Balzano and Natalie Crist head back to Central Florida to the near-ghost town of Lorida to look for the ghost of a murdered witch. She bargained a love potion for the first born of a local man, but when the price proved too high, he killed her and threw her in the swamp. The Trippers look for possible connections to some other legends in the area as well as discuss the best love potion to bring along on their legend trip. 

Watch our video live from the location”

Remember to follow the legend trips associated with this episode at #LoridaBridge and #HauntedLove on our social Media.

Listen to what happened when we actually went to the location.

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

We’re still knee deep in the #hauntedlove project, so we’re especially looking for ghost stories with a love twist.

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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Twitter: @SpookyBalzano

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Episode 55…Three Ghosts, Two Trippers, and a Haunted Bridge

Love can move mountains, but can it also trap an odd triangle at the site of a hidden murder?

The Trippers follow the moon to Lorida, Florida, and hit Arbuckle Bridge to look for the ghost of a witch murdered for making a love potion and two spirits who may be with her as payment for the crime.

Christopher Balzano and Natalie Crist talk about some of the odd steps they took before they got to the bridge and what happened when the sun went down, the protection circle was cast, and the two were left with nothing but a broken-down bridge between them and the ghostly legend.

Watch our video live from the location”

Remember to follow the legend trips associated with this episode at #LoridaBridge and #HauntedLove on our social Media.

Listen to our episode where we eat sausage, set up the legend trip, and explore several possible love potions too creep for us to actually try at the bridge.

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Listen to Episode 53…The Lost Love Potion of Arbuckle Creek

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

We’re still knee deep in the #hauntedlove project, so we’re especially looking for ghost stories with a love twist.

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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Twitter: @SpookyBalzano

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Travel Log: The Fairchild Oak, Ormond Beach’s Suicide Tree

It would be easy to say there was a curse.  Too many things had gone wrong, too many things continue to go wrong,  but at some point you need to take a step back and realize when you try to carve a new world out of a swamp or maintain a European lifestyle in a world of people who are strangers, heartbreaking moments are bound to happen.  When we look at a location and see tragedy after tragedy the first instinct might be to rank it as tainted somehow and call in the Warrens.  When something within that location is recognizable, say a tree that seems out of place and dwarfs everything else around it, a villain arises and takes the brunt of the blame when stories start to be told. 

The Fairchild Oak in Ormond Beach is right out of Central Casting.  It’s overwhelming size and twisted branches, mixed with a story here and there about spooky happenings, and it’s no wonder it has become one of the more popular legends in the area and a have-to-go spot for those examining the weird in Florida.  Imagine two points connected by a road.  On one end lies local folk figure Tomokie and on the other a tree famous for inspiring such feelings of sadness you might not make it out alive.

The history of the area is a mixed bag of success and failure, which makes sense all things considered.  In 1804, James Ormond was granted a stretch of land near New Smyrna Beach on the east coast of Florida in gratitude for his hard work on the seas.   Tensions between settlers and the Timucua were already  strained by that time, but there doesn’t seem to be too much drama between them and the plantation, which he named Damietta.  He appears to have enjoyed moderate success.  In what would be the first blow for the family in the New World, he was killed by a slave in 1817 on his property.

In 1924, his son James Ormond II who had left to go back to his native Scotland moved to what would eventually be named Ormond Beach and established his own plantation.  He had an even better relationship with the Native Americans still in the area, said to be friends with some of the most influential players in the Seminole War and Florida history.  While no one is entirely sure the exact circumstances of his death, James II was found dead underneath an oak tree on the property in 1829.  The death, whatever happened, was gruesome enough for his son to comment on it for years afterwards.  The story now is that it was a suicide, although there is nothing to justify that story except what has been told about the tree in the years since.  His son buried him on the property at what is known today as Ormond Tomb Park. 

Over the years the grave has been site of vandalism and ghostly activity, some of which might be sparked by fact his son chose to place his father on top of an existing Timucuan burial mound.  This might be a case of the sins of the father falling upon the son.  While there is deep history of mound disturbances leading to paranormal activity, this doesn’t seem to fit Ormond’s personality.  All that is written about him conveys a sense of harmony with the native population, so it seems odd that he would have disturbed mounds to create his plantation or that his son did not have permission to bury him where he did.  The location of the tomb, however, fits with the folklore of restless spirits.

Property shifted hands over the next few decades until it was purchased by Norman Harwood in 1880.  By all accounts, Harwood was a nasty character.  He was a large, imposing man who was said to lack social graces and social connections.  He had come to the area on the heels of some failed business ventures in Minnesota and continued his streak of bad luck in Florida.  The man has since become a thing of legend in the area, with equal stories being told of how he tried to swindle the locals and how he was swindled by them.  Five years after arriving in Florida he was also found dead on the property.   Again, there is some confusion about how that was done.  Some said he hung himself from the same tree Ormond had while others say he shot himself under it.  Alice Strickland’s “Ormond on the Halifax,” which features first-hand accounts, said he died in his bed.  Not to be derailed by a bump in the folklore, some reports combine the two and say he asked his bed to be moved under the tree and then killed himself.  His death made national papers and is said to have warranted a 200,000 insurance payout.

Episode 35…A Gloomy Sunday at the Fairchild Oak

The lore of the oak was solidified and was given a nickname by locals.  Dubbed the Harwood Oak or the Haunt Oak, it had a reputation for dark figures running around the grounds and ghostly bodies swinging from the branches.  Perhaps the more disturbing stories involved not phantoms by psychology and made it a popular spot for legend trippers.  It was said if you sit under the tree voices in your head will begin to whisper to you, encouraging you to kill yourself.  Like the Assonet Ledge in Freetown, people who come to the park to this day are said to have their sunny dispositions damped by coming into contact with it or resting in its shade.  It is said that since Harwood’s death dozens of people have killed themselves at the tree or took their lives after spending the day near it.  Of course, none of these are confirmed, but people still refer to it as the Suicide Tree.  It was this reputation, already firm in the mind of the people in the area, which led to parks advocate Eileen Butts strategically changing the name to the Fairchild Oak after a famous botanist who has visited it and insisted it be saved. 

On December 11, 1955 it was renamed with a ceremony and a few months later that part of the old plantation was dedicated Bulow Creek State Park.  A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet, or in this case a tree by any other name would still inspire darkness.

I had spent considerable time at the Assonet Ledge, explored the hanging trees at Dudley Road, and braved the Devil’s Tree in Port Saint Lucie, so I felt confident these stories were more legend than reality.  Natalie, always with a positive outlook, and I would be safe from hard.  We decided then to trip the tree with another urban legend known for its deaths; the famous Gloomy Sunday song.  Written in 1933 by Hungarian songwriter Rezső Seress under the name  “Vége a világnak” or The “World is Ending” the song is rumored to be the most deadly tune ever written. 

While the lyrics were changed a while later by László Jávor, and again for the American recording, people on both sides of the Atlantic have been said to be thrown into unexplained grief and sorrow when listening to it, with reports of between 19 and 36 suicides being directly connected to it.  Seress is said to have committed suicide years after the release, although this might be due to the growing legend his legacy had on people and the horrible conditions of his country.  The most famous American recording of the song by Billie Holiday was said to have cursed her, or been a reflection of deal she had made with the Devil, and led to her fame and contributed to the tragic circumstances of her death.  Since its publication and release, different versions of the song have been banned by radio stations and governments looking to protect the public from the Hungarian Suicide Song.

When you enter Bulow Creek State Park, you are immediately hit by the enormity of the Fairchild Oak.  There have been Timucuan artifacts found there dating back 2,000 years which some say place the tree at that age, but the more realistic estimate is somewhere between 250-300 years old.  In that time the tree has snaked its way into the sky and branched out dozens of yards in each direction, with its limbs twisting back to the earth, creating overlooks and hiding places.  A thick copper wire connected to a rod adorns the top and assures the frequent Florida lightening will not hit it.  The rest of the park consists of smaller trees and nature trails, but people come for the Oak.

It was a busy Sunday.  The park was filled with bikers from Canada who we continued to see down up and down the Old Dixie Highway when we travelled to Tomoka State Park later in the day.  The loud revving of their motors made it hard to concentrate on any voices inside our heads, and the general sunny day and the positive vibes of the people surrounding us made it nearly impossible for us to be depressed, even as we stood under it and played Gloomy Sunday.  We asked a few people in the park if they knew the reputation of the park they were exploring, but none did. 

Two unexplained moments did happen while we were there.  As soon as we entered the shade I began experiencing a headache that lasted until I was back in the car.  This has happened at several different locations to me before, and I never know just how much weight to put into it, but it was worse at Bulow Creek than it ever has been before.  Similarly, Natalie was having issues.  During the Gloomy Sunday part of the trip when we were playing the song and listening for suicidal suggestions, her back began to hurt from the way she was sitting near the tree.  She placed her head on it and was hit with a searing pain when she made contact.  It went away when she moved her head back away from it.

The second odd experience occurred while we were making the Facebook Live video of the song.  After playing for a little bit, the feed went out completely.  Once the song was done, it came back instantly.  We kept track of the reception the entire time we were there, and everything not involving Gloomy Sunday went through.  It was just those moments.

Later when we talked to a Ranger at Tomoka State Park, he said he knew nothing about those legends.  He did however say that people had spoken lately about hearing tree rapping and whispers about Skunk Ape roaming the trails around the tree like in Myakka River State Park

Sometimes people need a focus for their grief.  In the 20th Century people in Eastern Europe turned to a song, an extreme example of becoming sad by listening to sad music you searched out because you were sad.  It becomes a cycle and the focus becomes the scapegoat.  For over two hundred years people have been mystified by what might be living at Ormond Beach.  It’s a seductive location with dreams of success but too many obstacles and mysteries.  The oddness might go further back, as evidence by the Native American folklore born there and the disasters they documented.  The scapegoat there takes several forms, like a giant statue or ghost lights down the road.  The most intimidating, the one that seems to stay rooted no matter what catastrophes happen around it, is a large tree, standing like a guardian watching it all. 

We’re still knee deep in the #hauntedlove project, so we’re especially looking for ghost stories with a love twist.

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

Now you can also call us on the all new Tripping Line at (813)418-6822.

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Twitter: @SpookyBalzano

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Travel Log: The Swamp Witch of Hog Island

It started as a filler legend, one thrown into an episode to create that symmetry that makes things nice and neat.  We had two strong legends taking place far away but close enough to be done on a possible road trip to different parts of the state.  Two legends well developed and covered by books and on the Internet with some appeal and plenty of background story to make for interesting trips.  The third was closer but more obscure and with almost nothing to back it up.

It became one of the most compelling ghostly legends we covered in 2018. 

There are four tenants that drive Tripping on Legends.

1. (And maybe most important) Follow the signs.

2. As said by my old English teacher, copied by me and my classroom, and with a little editing; All ghost stories are a representation of the life and times during which they are created and told.

3. Ghost stories are often a reflection of the living and not the dead.4. Lastly, sometimes you can’t understand a story until you’re standing in the place it was created.  If you travel to Dudley Road in Massachusetts or look at the Gothic etchings in the façade of the Charlesgate Hotel in Boston, you can understand why stories are told about them.  If you stand in the shadows of asylums and prisons like Waverly Hills, you feel them begging to have a story told about them.  It’s what I call the “Supposta be haunted” factor.

The Swamp Witch of Hog Islands dips into all four of these factors. 

Listen to the original episode where we discuss the witches.

Episode 47…The Three Ghostly Witches of Florida

Hog Island suffers from a bit of an identity crisis and has a foot in two worlds.   While you can find it on a map and with your GPS, from an outsider’s perspective there is confusion over just who owns it.  Located at the merging of Hernando County and Sumter County some people refer to the area as Pemberton Ferry and some still remember the old name of Croom.  In fact, when we got there and spoke to people, there was even confusion with what the name of the town originally was.  Most often it’s associated with the surrounding town of Brooksville, which is how we have always labelled it, and the fact they would want to be linked to the controversial history and the dark present of that town might say something about the town. 

It might just be easy to say it this way.  In the old ghost town of Croon, today called Hog Island, lies Withlacoochee State Forest.  In Withlacoochee State Forest lies a campground and a swamp.  In that swamp lies a legend of a witch who likes to visit the campground and play with anyone silly enough to come into her swamp.

The legend did not have much meat to it.  Originally seen in a BackpackerVerse post and then explained a bit more on another site, some time in the 1700s, a woman was found to be a witch living in the area.  She was tried and convicted and sentenced to death.  Some of the stories say she was burned at the stake while others, more in line with the how witches were handled at that time in America, was hung for her crimes.  She continues to haunt the forest she was murdered in, appearing to hikers and visitors today and wreaking havoc on people in the campground nearby by scratching on tents and cackling in the dark.

The story didn’t seem to make much sense when we first heard it.  Was that area of Florida populated enough in the 1700s?  Croon seemed to be a boon town born of the railroad a hundred years later.  In fact, the community seemed to be established in the 1840s as Fort DeSoto, not the one near Tampa, and failed shortly after due to a water shortage because it was built on lime rock.

There was another connection as well, brought up by the blog Florida is a Verb.  The legend did not appear to be that old, and the connection to witches and witchcraft might be born of Hollywood and not Hernando history.  In 1996, a movie version of The Crucible was made.  The classic play centers around the Salem Witch Trials but was shot on Hog Island in Massachusetts. 

Our expectations for the legend were not high.

As soon as we got off the exit in Bushnell, the trip took an odd turn.  Most of the small towns in Florida were born of travel.  People needed to get from one big place to another big place by traversing a swamp, so railways and sketchy roadways were created, and these towns lived and died on the success of those roads.  The state prison and the National Cemetery were proof of one thing in the area; the Federal Government had swept in during the New Deal days and taken over.  They own most of the square footage we saw on our way to Hog Island.

After taking a quick tour of the National Cemetery, we made our way past the a few battlefield reenactment areas to the campground.   We got out to take our traditional “We’re Here” picture when Natalie was struck by something odd in the woods.  Most of the swamp forest looked like it had been scorched by wild fire or controlled burns, but one area off in the distance was blacker with creepy branches facing to the side.  She was immediately drawn to it, and we started to walk towards it.  Follow the signs.

We hadn’t gotten too far when a ranger pulled up beside the car, forcing us to go back to the road where we had parked.  As we talked, he told us he knew nothing about the legend or anything else paranormal in the state forest.  He did tell us two things as he got more comfortable with us: his grandmother had long been known in the area as a white witch who people had turned to and who had told him weird stories growing up and that there might be something ghostly lurking in some of the places in the area because they were known for the Hanging Trees.  More on that later.

He also told us there was a better way to get around the swamp if we just followed the path that ran through it starting at the parking lot a little ways up.  We followed his advice and made our way up to the dried up swamp of Hog Island.  It was pretty standard, and nowhere really near the tree we had been looking for, but we followed the path looking for signs of the witch or people willing to tell stories about here.

Then something intervened.

We heard an odd knocking on the wood, like that we had heard in the Myakka River State Park.  We noticed something odd off the path and ahead of us.  Despite it being a clear day with virtually no wind, a single branch, although it appeared more like a thick vine, was swinging back and forth.  All the noise of the campground and the swamp disappeared as we stood there and watched it move, like someone was swaying it to get our attention.  We immediately left the path. 

As we approached it, we saw what Natalie had been so drawn to when we first arrived, although it looked slightly different.  Those burnt and bent branches had a mirrored set on the other side, also creeping towards a center.  Together, they looked like a set of hands or a gate.

Follow the signs.  It was easy to see how someone seeing this somewhat natural formation could make up a story about why the swamp would have such an odd landmark.  The oddness was not over yet.  As we made our way to it, I saw something in another tree nearby.  My first reaction was that it looked like the wires we had seen at the Fairchild Oak designed to attract and disperse lightening, something thick and iron and twisted.   The more we looked, the clearer it became that it was a piece of old rope that ended in a noose. 

Something new was starting to form in our minds about what this legend might mean.

The gate, however, was still calling us.  We walked through the clearing to be floored by what can best be described as a fairy ring carved into the swamp.  It formed a near-perfect circle set off from the rest of the tree but blended so easily into the environment it appeared totally natural.  The still water which formed the circle was split down the middle by Cyprus trees which gave the impression of being guardians and had fairy entrances.  The surface was covered with green swamp algae which almost glowed in the sunlight.  Several benches had been set up around it, so there was obviously some intent to have people see it even though we had read nothing about it being an attraction. 

Since our experiences at Mounds State Park in Indiana we had become more aware of the trees in the places we tripped, always looking for fairy trees or indicators that something paranormal or supernatural was entering and exiting the location.  This was out of a storybook.  Sometimes you can’t understand a story until you’re standing in the place it was created.  We both felt that we were in a presence while at the site.  Despite there being several families nearby and kids calling out, the rest of the world dropped out while we were there and we heard nothing.  While no voices or odd sounds came out from either recorder while we were there, we both knew something was communicating to us, although not directly.  In places like Stetson we had felt we were in a moment and then the moment was over and we both could measure the time it had ended.  This felt more like us being in the presence, and it wasn’t until we left that it was over. 

All of that is not something you can measure, but that’s why we look to experience and not capture.

The rest of the trip was fairly uneventful.  As soon as we left the circle the noises of the swamp and families came back and we explored the area and campground for a while.  We left and searched for the ruins of the old city of Croom that were said to still be standing in some parts of the town but were unsuccessful.  We talked to another ranger who was of little help on the paranormal or historical fronts.  The old timer said he had never heard of the failed town even though he lived in the area his whole life and was technically working in a park called Croom.  We ate dinner in a local restaurant, and by the time we were finished it was too dark to travel to our second location that may be the key to understanding why the legend might exist. 

What It All Means

About a half hour from Hog Island stands one of more infamous cemeteries in Florida with one of worst reputations.  Spring Hill Cemetery has long been known to locals and paranormal enthusiasts as one of most active locations in the state.  A quick search will find dozen of sites mentioning the activity there and hundreds of first-hand accounts of encounters with the darker spirits haunting it.  What makes this location so active and so negative at times is the nature of the death the ghosts were said to experience.  Spring Hill was known for its lynchings.

Brooksville is defined by outsiders like us, perhaps unfairly, by the events in its history by some of the people who lived there.  The town was renamed in 1856, inspired by Preston Brooks, a senator from South Carolina with a bit of a radical past.  Much has been of the man’s life and beliefs, but two things can be separated from the folklore surrounding him.  The man was a strong advocate of slavery, as were many Southern lawmakers at the time, and he nearly killed a man on the floor of the Senate who had insulted his family during an anti-slavery speech.   Either way, the impression from those not from the town  is that Brooksville, even in name, is a place with a long history of racism and violence against African Americans, even if that reputation is unwarranted.  Every year they hold a Civil War reenactment, it would seem in defiance of Martin Luther King Day.  According to the ranger, everyone knows in the area that they have a deep history of KKK involvement and lynchings.  He spoke of three places in the area known for their hanging trees, one at Spring Hills.

There is something mystical about Withlacoochee State Forest, that much is clear.  Something lives in the swamp and inspires the story of witchcraft and unusual activity.  There is more to the campgrounds than just a spooky story.  You feel it when you enter the ring and feel it leave you as you walk away.  Perhaps that energy draws people who practice witchcraft or use natural energy, much like hotspots like the Freetown State Forest.  But that same energy can trap things, and the ghost that people claim to see might be something else.

Episode 48…There’s More Than a Swamp Witch on Hog Island

From the research, the legend comes off as a whitewashing of the history of the location.  There may very well be a ghost there, but it is not a witch.  Unusual things happen, and the people need to explain it.  Rather than understanding and presenting the history there, like its neighbor Brooksville, the witch story might be covering up hangings that happened in the swamp.  Rather than admit its past, the folklore hides a dark truth and presents a more palatable story, even though it does not make as much sense within its own history.  It’s not the spirit of a murdered African American.  It’s the ghost of the witch. 

Witches have long been scapegoats and a great bad guy to a story.   Misunderstanding makes for a great villain.  At Hog Island, something is happening that defies understanding, and the easiest straw to pull is one that has been used time and time again.   All ghost stories are a representation of the life and times during which they are created and told.  The same can be said of the creepy things that live in them.  History is alive in the swamp; it’s just not clear whose history it is. 

We’re still knee deep in the #hauntedlove project, so we’re especially looking for ghost stories with a love twist.

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

Now you can also call us on the all new Tripping Line at (813)418-6822.

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Tripping on Legends Live: Fort DeSoto One Year Later

We call it the legend trip that nearly ended the show, but what actually happened at Fort Desoto that didn’t make it to the episode. More importantly, what happened in the days and weeks that followed that changed the course of Tripping on Legends.

Christopher Balzano and Natalie Crist talk Ft. Desoto, touching the dead in a real way, and how much might be too much.

Please share your moment that changed your ideas about the paranormal.

Listen to the original Fort Desoto Epsiodes:

Episode 39…Dating the Ghosts at Fort Desoto

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Episode 39…Dating the Ghosts at Fort Desoto

What would it take for you to date a ghost?

Before their upcoming visit to Fort DeSoto, Christopher Balzano and Natalie Crist look into some of the legend that keep popping up from the location. From crying ghostly mothers to phantom voices of Native Americans and soldiers to ghostly visions of accidents and suicides from the nearby Skyway Bridge, this may be the single most haunted place in Florida.

And then there is the ghost of a dead fisherman who looks to pick up single ladies on the island.

 

Episode 40…Fort DeSoto is Haunted, But Not Like You Think

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Episode 40…Fort DeSoto is Haunted, But Not Like You Think

It was a long weekend in St. Petersburg, Florida, as Christopher Balzano and Natalie Crist headed across the dreaded Skyway Bridge to Fort Desoto to follow up on the haunted legends there.

Natalie takes to the water to try and hook the ghost of the Romantic Trout Fisherman. While she’s putting her moves on the spirit world, Balzano takes to the battery of the fort to check out rumors of footsteps and shadows.

As the sun sets on the base, they venture to the outskirts and ruins of the old base to try and connect with the dozens who have died of yellow fever and are said to still walk the grounds, including a mother rumored to be heard crying for her dead children.

Rebecca Genesis http://ghostseers.com/the-haunted-history-of-fort-desoto/

Videos of the Trippers at Fort Desoto: https://www.facebook.com/pg/TrippingonLegends/videos/?ref=page_internal

 

We’re still knee deep in the #hauntedlove project, so we’re especially looking for ghost stories with a love twist.

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

Now you can also call us on the all new Tripping Line at (813)418-6822.

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Twitter: @SpookyBalzano

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Tripping on Legends Live: Ghostly Dreams

Someone you loved in life comes to you in your sleep and tells you everything is going to be okay. A dark forest you see when you close your eyes is full of shadows and becomes the next place you hike. People you don’t recognize reveal something in your dreams that ends up being true.

Forget the analysis and symbolism. Does the supernatural show itself in our dreams.

Christopher Balzano and Natalie Crist talk about experiences they’ve had and how dreaming might fit into folklore.

Here the full episode on the Devil’s Tree:

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Epsiode 8…Tripping the Devil’s Tree

We’re still knee deep in the #hauntedlove project, so we’re especially looking for ghost stories with a love twist.

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

Now you can also call us on the all new Tripping Line at (813)418-6822.

Follow us at: www.facebook.com/trippingonlegends

Twitter: @SpookyBalzano

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