Allisonville Road is one of the oldest roads in the area. My dad used to joke that it was once a dinosaur trail. While that claim is obviously questionable, Allisonville Road has indeed been traveled for centuries.
In the early 2000s, a local newspaper ran an article about an old house by a stoplight on Allisonville Road. The house, it claimed, was haunted. Back in the early 1800s, that section of the road dipped low near the house. Robbers were said to lurk among the trees, robbing and sometimes murdering innocent travelers. According to legend, the spirits of those victims still haunt the area.
As a skeptical sixteen-year-old, I brushed the story off. Still, every time I drove by that stoplight (especially at night), I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The road had long since been leveled, so it no longer dipped, but that particular stretch always seemed to hold a strange energy. It was almost always foggy, and whenever I did have to stop, I would feel goosebumps tingling all over my body. I couldn’t help but feel watched…