In Ohio, the ghost stories don’t just haunt — they hunt. They slip through the cornfields, dance along the misty rivers, and hum through the broken bones of forgotten towns, looking for someone new to join the fun.
The Ohio State Reformatory creaks and sighs with the laughter of prisoners who found freedom in death — and they’re always looking for new company. Out in the woods, Helltown waits with open arms and dead-end roads that grin wide when you pass by. Beneath the bridges, the Crybabies cry and cry… and they’re so very lonely.
The Loveland Frogman watches from the reeds, blinking slow, patient eyes. The Moonville Tunnel calls out to travelers with promises of safe passage — just follow the lantern swinging in the dark, just a little farther, a little deeper…
In Ohio, every whisper is a dare, every shadow a crooked invitation.
Come closer. Stay a while.
After all, it’s so easy to become just another story out here — and so very hard to leave once you do.