Stumphouse Tunnel - Ghost Hunting on Christmas Eve
My flashlight went dead as soon as I entered the tunnel so I went back to the car to grab a headlamp and more batteries for my Maglight. Even with both lights, it was very difficult to see inside the tunnel.
As you can see from the image below, I managed to capture some interesting apparitions in the tunnel. I believe this is what ghost hunters often refer to as "ectoplasma," otherwise known as a camera flash reflecting on fog. (Click on the image for a larger view.) The pentagram graffiti would be a bit more convincing if the pseudo-satanists hadn't painted it upside down.
I also managed to capture a number "ghostly orbs" as they are referred to over at GhostWeb.com otherwise known as a camera flash reflecting on raindrops. But this, combined with the eery echoes (a.k.a. moans), will certainly satisfy any true believing ghost hunter.Distance from downtown Greenville: 51 miles.
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I have been to this location many many times over the years. AS a youngster, we used to camp in the woods around the tunnel. I have never seen any ghosts or anything else. it's a nice place to visit. There was an old man that took care of the place years ago. His name was Oliver Ridley I believe. He grew up in the area and was FULL of knowledge. Great place to vsit.
I grew up in Walhalla and have been to Stumphouse MANY MANY times. I have never seen or heard anything ghostly. I have always hoped something would happen though. And as a student at an arts school studying photography, I can tell you that the "orbs" in your photos are only dust particles. Your photo of fog is just fog, i know this because the tunnel is constantly moist and any heat that makes it's way in the tunnel through the hole in the roof causes the moisture in the ground to rise, creating the creepy fog.
PS... the moans are created by the wind passing over the air-shaft in the ceiling.
I have been there a few times but stopped going due to the ghosts. I even found the disappearing town near by once back in 98. I took a knife from the ground there. It is not the fog or the wind I am talking about but the phantoms that are there. Though you may choose not to believe it, and it is ridiculous, it is real. So much that one phantom visited me at my home in Seneca to take back his knife and nearly strangled me to death in my sleep. When I woke up the knife was gone and had marks on my neck as if someone had been trying to choke me. I hope that you never run into the spirits there, but if you ever do be careful, they are not all friendly.