I am sure this is a fine forest as far as forests go, but my visit here was solely for the creepy AF, "supposedly" (no, it really is...) haunted, 200+ year old Stepp Cemetery.
I lived in Indiana for 15yrs and spent a solid 10 of those yrs going down to Btown from Indy. I remember so many Halloweens spent listening to stories about legit Indiana haunts and always believing my friends (and the webpages they referenced) were Hoosier whackadoos. The Stepp Cemetery was always mentioned and several of my friends always tried to get to go, but 1) I am a straight-out unashamed scaredy-cat 2) I am super sensitive to spiritual juju 3) I have seen Blair Witch Project...I know better.
But, on a recent trip to visit a friend who had been one who had always wanted to go, I finally gave in (with the caveat that we went during the day, unlike at night as she suggested). We compromised on "dusk". Glad we decided to give ourselves a time buffer because Old IN 37 was closed for construction and in the Hoosier spirit of incompetence, the "detour" they provided ended on the other closed side of the construction, so we had no entrance access from there. Google maps to the rescue!
Actually, the only real way to find the pull off and trail to Stepp is to follow the GPS as it is not marked and there is not a sign visible from the road. You know you are there because the of the single metal bar gate. The trail to Stepp is not a far one (maybe just over a quarter of a mile), but it sure is ominous. The trees are overgrown above the trail creating a sort of tunnel that in any other atmosphere would be splendid or romantic, but here...ominous.
The grounds are marked by a headstone that actually says "Stepp Cemetery" and I did not initially feel weirded out when we first arrived. We were really surprised to see we were completely by ourselves as this seemed to be a pretty active and happening spot for disenfranchised youths, EVP-ers, and other ghost-hunting types. The creep factor of having the place to ourselves was immediately palpable.
The Cemetery grounds are actually really pretty and peaceful looking as it is in a roundish clearing with the sunlight almost spotlighting certain parts. There is a weeping willow in one corner (with gravemarkers underneath) and another very large tree almost smack-dabb in the center. Once you start strolling around and get into looking at the various markers (some are so old the writing has literally worn off, others have some how sunken into the ground so you can only see the tops, others are super duper tiny, while others are in weird shapes. There is even one w/what looks like cyrillic on it) it is nice.
The weird tingles and neck-hairs standing on end did not start for me until I came in front of this creepy looking burnt out tree. I immediately walked away and started perusing some quasi-hidden headstones under some nearby trees and then my friend called me over to the "haunted stump". The legend has it that the woman who has a baby buried here watches over the grave from that stump (it is kinda chair-like) and that's why nothing grows out of it. Well the stump she called me over to see was pretty huge and had little things growing out of it, so it was definitely not it. As we continued exploring the grounds we came upon what had to be the baby's grave since there were tokens and trinkets scattered everywhere, even hanging from the tree. From what I had been told, you leave a token on the grave so that the spirits don't haunt you when you leave. My friend and I each left the oldest pennies (face-up) we could find!
Right after we laid the pennies down both of us got a chill and just looked at each other and then looked to our right and that's when we saw THE stump. This thing was literally like a movie prop. It was black, worn, and just had this aura of foreboding melancholy and tragic condemnation. Needless to say, (after we got an obligatory pic) we steered clear.
Behind the baby grave there is this little clearing and my friend found these huge mushrooms, so I came over to take a look and a picture. My friend was doing her "EVP" stuff and I had bent down for closer inspection when all of a sudden both of us froze. There was this weird echoed tap directly to the left of us. My friend yelled "We're not deer, don't shoot!" We both giggled and then we both heard what can only be described as the combination of trickling water and a simultaneous glugging sound. At that point, we were both scared out of our wits (it was definitely getting dusky) and bolted back to the car. I am not a runner or even a light jogger, but I made it back to the car in record time. My breathless friend came up a minute or so later yelling,"How could you leave me behind!?!". I explained that the rules of horror movies applied here: every (wo)man for themselves!
We got in the car, shut and locked the doors, started the engine, but just kind of sat there shaking. I went to pull up Gmaps and...no signal!? read more