15 People Shared Creepy Stories About Their States

As a kid from New Mexico, I can agree 100%. Roswell is a joke (as stated), Los Alamos is far scarier - the haunted remnants if the Manhattan Project, with is countless cordoned of areas you can only where with government clearance, areas the locals leave alone because of rumored radiation, random caverns in the canyons that no one talks about or goes near but everyone knows about...

I come from a land of still deserts and singing coyotes, where there Redtails cry and Ravens laugh. I left my beloved sage and decaying granite for a world of stillness and ancient trees. In the deep forests, even the sun knows it is unwelcome amidst the ferns and decaying logs. This is the land of Bigfoot, the Pine Martin, Salmon and the Black Bear, and the environment is one where food is scarce. For those who know, there are Fiddleheads, wood sorrel, the invasive three corner garlic, and the jewel of the forage: Morel mushrooms. Be wary of them; for there are false morels that bring agonizing death to the ignorant and complacent. The moss hangs heavy on the trees, and the metallic stench of water permeates the air from the rivers that drown those who are unfamiliar with their silent ways. Do not whistle in the cleared spaces among the trees and meadows; the Native tribes know it will call demons, and in the permanent twilight of the Old Growth eldritch things still writhe in slumber.

Anybody got scary stories about living in America? I could probably say a few about Ireland. I especially love these posts, since I went to visit my family in America a few years back and the plains and forests is so huge they stretch for hundreds of miles. I had never seen anything like that before. I loved these stories, they are so well written they give me chills!

Appalachia, Maine to Georgia: You will find unexpected bogs. Rising swarms of mosquitos that seem to make a noise like a banshee scream. A wind on the mountaintops that suddenly blasts downslope to stagger you off the trail. Your brain knows it's not more than a few miles to pavement, that you *should* be able to just go downhill and find safety in so-called civilization, but somehow that's not how it works out, and down in the valley, it's a sauna, but you're so cold, and then the snake shows up in your sleeping bag.... Good times.

Upstate NY, not upstate like White Plains, or Terrytown, real Upstate. Where the winter lasts 9 months out of the year, and every single town is built on the rotted skeleton of an industry that we have outgrown. The residents on these towns recite the story through the generations, stories of salt mines, logging, shoe factories, river trade, and even the birth of computing and the golden age of photography. The money is long gone sadly, most people in these towns live at or below the poverty line, but we remember it all the same. Welcome to "town" the birth place of "blank", is written on tee shirts, coffee mugs, post cards, this is the story we tell. The one we dont tell is written with every new cancer diagnosis, every glass of tainted water, every inedible fish, every unswimable lake, every chain link fence guarding land too toxic to even walk upon. The fetid corpse of industry lay below our feet, slowly rotting, bleeding corruption into everything around it, into us.