We have all heard of haunted graveyards, farms, bridges, hospitals, schools, and houses, but a haunted, haunted house?, it seems a bit redundant. However, in this case, it is what it is. The Riverside Jaycees puts on a haunted house each year, just off Springfield Street you will find their vast empire of terror. Classic horror scenes from the bloodiest of slasher flicks, actors waiting to scare you out of your mind, and enough noise to….wake the dead?
Riverside JayCee’s has been scaring up business for 24 years, donating much of their profit to charity. According to several seasoned cast members, not all the scares in this haunted house come from Hollywood. Many stories have been through my e-mail regarding this site, but the one that intrigued me the most was that of a young African American boy.
The sightings that were mentioned of this apparition all seem point the same way. A young male about fourteen, walking through different areas, wearing torn pants and a baggy tan shirt. Three e-mails all described the same scenerio in a different section of the building.
“A 14 year old black kid wearing ripped pants and what looked like a tan sack for a shirt, came strolling through the basement while I was working on scenery. I called out to him to tell him he had to leave, but he didn’t even look at me. I got up and went after him, but I couldn’t find him.”
“We were doing our checks before opening and this kid walks right past me in the Freddy room. He scared the crap out of me. I told him don’t do it again, but it’s like I said it to myself. I asked later where the black kid in the brown shirt and ratty pants went, but the ticket guy said that we didn’t have a black kid working.”
“I was taking a smoke break out back, and this teenager comes strolling along. I told him that he shouldn’t be back there. He kept walking toward the woods, so I didn’t care, as long as he wasn’t sneaking in. I kept watching to make sure he kept going, but he stopped just short of the treeline. I dropped my cigarette and crushed it, when I looked back up he was gone. I swear he looked homeless, his pants were all torn and his shirt looked like a burlap bag, made me feel sorry for him.”
All three had a similar experience, and all three describe a similar person. The catch here is that each one recalls a different year. So the question arises, is it merely coincidence that each one saw someone who looked like what the other saw, or is there a real ghost haunting the haunted house?