What’s Up Down the Hill – October 24, 2008

Posted: October 24, 2008 by jerkmag in Uncategorized
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Taken at a frat house...

Sometime during your sixth party of Halloween weekend, you might get sick of it all. A pair of fairy wings might have bumped into you, jabbing you in the ribs and pouring your beer all over your spiffy new pirate costume. Or maybe the “witch’s brew” at that basemen house-party tastes suspiciously like the jungle juice you puked up last night. So you’re thinking to yourself, do I really need to totter down to Ackerman in my thigh-high boots with eight-inch heels for this next party? Or maybe, just maybe, do I want to do something different?

Given the follow-the-leader mentality of many students here, there’s probably only 3 of you or so who would dare to think such a thing. But for you 3 people (God bless you), you could always try doing something a little bit… scary.

Because that werewolf running down Euclid doesn’t count as scary.

So let me tell you a bedtime story. Once upon a time, there was a mythical city called Syracuse, NY. Syracuse became semi-famous for mining salt (yeah yeah yeah, you’re thinking, we know this already) and for its quarries. During World War I, a hamlet in the Town of Onondaga called Split Rock, happened to house a munitions factory owned by a quarry company. Tragically, on July 2, 1918, the factory exploded, killing 50 men and injury 100 more. Legend has it that the old factory is still haunted by the ghosts of the old workers trapped there. And I’m here to tell you that if that’s not true, the place is still pretty darn creepy.

To get to it, take Casson Road in Marcellus until you see a clearing on the side of the road and a sign for bike paths. Pull over and park, and you can either park or ride your bike down the trail to the factory.

Bring a flashlight, a cell phone, and an extra pair of pants in case you shit yours.

There are no signs or markers that will tell you to stay away from the building. There are no doors or windows—just the shell of a building of rock carved into the side of a hill. When you enter the site, you have to watch your step, as beams and rocks are left as if it were the day after the explosion.

Grafitti lines the walls, Satanic symbols and sayings splashed across the boulders. Fire pits from other groups dot the floor periodically. And the deeper you go into the factory, the darker it gets—you need a headlamp or flashlight in the daytime; at night, it would be downright terrifying.

I give it five minutes till you’re running for the exit.

Definitely bring a flashlight...

Definitely bring a flashlight...

And once you’ve ran all the way back to your car (if you have any semblance of courage left), you can go to Thirteen Curves.

This Syracuse legend states that decades ago, two newlyweds were killed in a car accident on Cedarvalle Road on Onondaga Hill. After her death, sightings of a woman in white, presumably looking for her lost husband, have been prevalent on this creepy and dangerous road. Since the area is named after the number of bends in one stretch of the street, make sure that you take it slow, even if you do see Mrs. Ghost wandering along the shoulder.

And if that doesn’t have you sleeping with the lights on (one surefire way to piss off your roommate), there’s always some more structured fun. The Landmark Theater, locally famous for being haunted, is holding a “Ghost Hunt Slumber Party” on Saturday at 10 p.m. until Sunday at 7 a.m. For $50 a ticket, you can search for spookies with paranormal investigator Stacey Jones—no fake fairy wings required.

~Emily Warne

Comments
  1. Katie says:

    This is great! So mad I missed the Ghost Hunter Slumber party..

    P.S. I AM one of the 3 people who dares think such a thing. Word.

  2. Scottie says:

    NICE PIC

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