Brookville Myths?

[Tannery]

so tait is located back towards wolfe's pheasant farm?

[UhClem]

[QUOTE=Guest98;288]There is an area on the outside of Brookville (about 5 miles from Main Street) called "Tate/Tait". There are so many "scary" stories that are going around about that place.

There's an empty railroad bed and the story goes that there was a bus full of students who were hit by a train while it was raining. When you go to the area, in the dark and rain, you can hear the whistle and their screams for help.


Same legend in San Antonio, only the track is at the top of a slight incline, and if you sit at the bottom with your car in neutral, the ghosts of the kids will push you safely over the tracks. It is said that you can dust the back of your car with powder and see tiny handprints on the trunk. Supposedly, the Texas DPS surveyed the site and confirmed the increase in elevation. My wife and I tried this without the powder and it did happen; the truck rolled forward andover the tracks.

[djsbartender]

On the topic of Tate Road, There have been E.V.P. recordings of trains, and what sounds to be a native american chanting. There are many other stories of mystical things in Brookville. An old timer told the story of the North Fork Chair People. There is proof of the family's estates still in the woods. There is much more about the Lintch Manson if you wish to reasurch the tales to the roots of their history. I stumbled on them researching the property history of the Travelodge, that was originally a Holiday Inn in 1971. It's amasing how you come up with such dead ends. I would like to know what was on this property long before the hotel. A lot of strange things happen on this hill.

[Allie1563]

I will say that it's probably all easy to explain, but we had a lot of fun with Tate Road while in BAHS. My friends and I would go out there almost every weekend and drive down that long dirt road into the woods. We'd see things that had all of us in a panic, reflection-looking things that moved in odd ways, etc. I'll admit there was often a bit of drinking involved, but we got so scared at times that I've always wondered if there wasn't something to it.

One weekend, we talked about it so much that my older brother, a notorious tough guy, was making fun of us so we took him along. He got scared too, and he was not easy to scare.

I'll never forget the time we drove down there in the wee hours of the morning, and got stuck in the mud (in my mom's volare!). That walk out to the road was like a death march, each of us feeding off of the others' fear. I don't think we ever went down there again after that :-)