Heart Starts Pounding: Horrors, Hauntings, and Mysteries - 34: Terrifying True Urban Legends

Episode Date: September 14, 2023

We've all heard terrifying urban legends growing up, but what happens when they're based on real events.... We're diving into some terrifying urban legends that ended up being true. Subscribe on Patreon for bonus content and to become a member of our Rogue Detecting Society. Follow on Tik Tok and Instagram for a daily dose of horror. We have a monthly newsletter now! Be sure to sign up for updates and more.  Heart Starts Pounding is written and produced by Kaelyn Moore.  Shownotes: https://www.heartstartspounding.com/episodes/urbanlegends 

You know, there's a house that sits at the bottom of this lake. Residents of Salem, Connecticut had heard this urban legend their entire lives. That sitting at the bottom of their town's own lake was a fully intact house. No way, kids would shout on playgrounds while their peers tried to creep them out with stories. No, it's true. My dad heard piano music playing from the bottom of the lake while he was out fishing. There's something down there. Tales of this mysterious house and how it got to the bottom of the lake swirled around

the town of Salem for generations, and many credited it as just another urban legend. What they would eventually find out, however, was that if you were to slip beneath the murky surface of Gardner Lake and sink to the bottom like a stone, you would find an old wooden house on the lake's floor. But how did it get there? Well, in 1895, a man named Thomas Lekount wanted to move his summer home from the south shore of the lake to the east shore.

And he hired a contractor named Mr. Woodman Z to do the job. But Mr. Woodman Z thought it would be too expensive to move the house via the dirt roads surrounding the lake. Why do that when it was a much shorter path to move it over the lake? The plan was to wait until the winter when there was a thick layer of ice coating the lake, and then carefully slide the home from one end to the other. Once the dead of winter hit, he and his men shoveled paths through the snow on top of the ice and had horses and cables brought in.

Then, on February 13th, he and his men got to work. Initially the house slid fine without issue, but about three-fourths of the way across the lake, the men tugged on the ropes, but the house didn't budge. They pulled again, nothing. The house had gone over an unshuffled patch of snow and got lodged on a bank. patch of snow and got lodged on a bank. As it sat there, the bending and bowing of the ice could be heard. The men quickly tried to shovel their way out while the horses pulled, but the house wouldn't budge. To the west, the sun was quickly disappearing below the horizon, making the chill and the air more biting. Mr. Woodmanzy knew he had to make a decision. Keep trying and risk hurting his already exhausted and freezing men, or come back in the

morning. Woodmanzy decided to wait until the next day. Though the ice moaned and cracked as it settled, he thought it would freeze to be even stronger overnight. Unbeknownst to him, that was the worst decision he could have made. Gardner Lake was damned, which no one bothered to check, and overnight the lake was partially drained. This meant that there would now be a gap between the waterline and the unmoving ice. By the time the men arrived the following morning, the house was at a 45 degree angle. Its back half had broken through the ice and was now sinking. Woodman Z and his men looked at the house, defeated.

There was no way they could finish the job now. The house eventually settled in 15 feet of water when spring came and melted the ice. For the next few years, the attic was still visible above the waterline, and over the winter people would skate up to it. But over the next few decades, it would sink further and further into the mud, until there was nothing but the legend of the house at the bottom of the lake. This is just one of many times where an old urban legend actually had some truth to it. Over time, the story may have warped and grown, but it didn't change the kernel of truth behind it.

Today, I want to share more of those legends with you. The strange, the spooky, all the way to the downright terrifying. I'm going to share with you two stories. The first one is the legend of a monster in the woods that may hold more truth than anyone wants to admit, and the second is about a fun house mannequin, that's not what you think. And as always, listener discretion Listener discretion is advised. It's that feeling. When the energy and the room shifts, when the air gets sucked out of a moment, and everything starts to feel wrong,

it's the instinct between fight or flight. When your brain is trying to make sense of what it's seeing. It's when your heart starts pounding. Welcome to Heart Starts Pounding, a podcast of horrors, hauntings, and mysteries. I'm your host, Kaelin Moore. If you're new here, thanks for joining us. This is a community of people who love to follow their dark curiosity wherever it leads them. To dive further into the community, you can follow the show on Instagram and TikTok for shorter horror bites, and join me on Patreon for some bonus deep dives and archived episodes. I've also started our own Rogue Detecting Society newsletter, which will have updates

on the show, as well as some recommendations and shout outs. Sign up today at heartstartspounding.com. To start us off, I want to tell you a legend. If you were to travel to Mall, Switzerland in the late 90s, you would see a beautiful pine tree forest dotted with wildflowers. In between the forest, you'd see a few large fields with paved walking paths. You'd see locals from the nearby village walking the paths on the weekends, and children playing and laughing. You'd hear light wind blowing through the trees and tall grass. But if you listened close enough,

you may hear something else. Whispers. Mostly from children, trying to scare each other with tales of what lives in these woods. You'd never guess from looking around at the beautiful landscape, but some people believe that something terrifying is lurking behind the pine trees. Some call it a cryptid. Others believe it's human, but everyone calls it the same thing. Le Loyon. It seemed at first that everyone knew someone who had seen Le Loyon, but no one had seen it for themselves.

Locals would tell stories of their friend who saw a tall, imposing man walking the path by himself. He was described as wearing a gas mask, a long black cloak, and a military boiler suit. They estimated he was over six feet tall, and his hulking appearance and scary garb made him stick out. But just as quickly as he was spotted, he would be gone. Tales of Le Loyon circulated for years, but as time went on, instead of the legend dying down, it seemed that more people were starting to see him for themselves.

One local mother was out walking with her kids one night when she caught a glimpse of Le Loyon. She reported, quote, Another resident, Marianne de Sclue, claimed that quote, People had all sorts of theories about what Le Loyon could be. To some, he was encrypted, way too mysterious to be a man. Others swore he was the boogie man, but some locals were afraid that he was just a regular guy that enjoyed spooking children in his strange attire. Or perhaps he had some sort of deformity or skin condition and was afraid to be out in the open air where people could see him. Regardless, police were called to search the area, but they found nothing to prove the man

and the gas mask was real. So, Le Loyon remained a legend, though locals insisted they weren't crazy, they knew what they saw. But for now, he was just a tall tale they would tell each other, just another reason teens dared each other to go into the forest at night. Then, one day in 2013, a nature photographer in the area was out when he heard something in the woods next to him. A man wearing a gas mask and cape stepped out of the woods while the photographer was on the trail. The photographer reported that quote, The photographer reported that quote, It had a military cape, boots, and an army gas mask, an antique type. He stared at me and then turned his back on me and left in silence.

Before Le Loyon went back into the woods, the man grabbed his camera and snapped a photo. In it, you can clearly see a camouflage cape on a hulking stranger walking towards the woods. The photo was sent to local news and immediately went viral. Websites touted it as the first real image capturing La Loyon, and people felt vindicated. They weren't crazy. The gas masked man in the woods was real and now they had proof. But what's even stranger than Le Loyon being caught on film is what happened afterwards

Apparently he didn't like the attention because reported in local newspaper Le Matin Soon after the photo went viral, La Loyone's long trench coat and gas mask were found folded in the clearing he was photographed in. With it, a note chastising the paper for running the photo. The note is written in French, and it claims that these walks were therapy to the man behind the mask. And because of the paper outing him, he'll never do them again. He asked why children were afraid of him and not afraid of what they were seeing on TV

or in the media. The end of the note reads that Switzerland is a very small country that believes everything that doesn't conform needs to be eradicated. He felt like he was being left in peace until the paper ran the story. The author refers to himself as a beast and says the hunt for him is too great, but that he will come back to haunt the narrow minds of your kind, because a ghost never dies. And then, Le Loyon was never seen again.

Some people feared he took his life. Others felt that the note referred more to putting an end to that part of his life. The part that walks around in the woods and scary clothes, but ultimately doesn't hurt anyone. So maybe there was a kernel of truth to the Loloione story after all, and the children and mothers who caught glimpses of the man in the forest weren't fibbing. When I first heard this story, it reminded me of the legend of Charlie No Face. In Western Pennsylvania from the 40s to the 70s, there was a legend about a man with no face

who would wander the streets at night. He was sometimes called the green man as children alleged that he had green skin from being electrocuted as a child. The story, though terrifying, was partly true. There was a man, Raymond Theodore Robinson, who would wander the streets at night, and while he did have a face, a childhood accident robbed it of most of its features. When Robinson was just eight years old, he was climbing an electrical pole to reach a bird's nest when he made contact with a

wire carrying 11,000 volts of electricity. The injury kept him in the hospital for two months, and he lost his eyes, nose, right arm, as well as skin on his face. But he wasn't a monster or a cryptid. He was a man who was self-conscious about the way he looked and would only walk at night so as to not scare children. Maybe something similar was the case with Le Loyon. Maybe he was a man who just wanted to hide from the world in his own strange way. This brings us to our next story, the legend

of the Fun House dummy after the break. Our next legend is unlike one I've ever heard before, and it starts in Southern California at the turn of the century. From 1902 to 1979, there was an amusement park called the Pike in Long Beach, California that jettisoned out into the ocean. It wasn't just a pier that the park was built on. It was about six city blocks that were constructed over the water, and it was where everyone hung out. In the early 1900s, it was a place you could see the first motion pictures as they came out. Catch a ride on a wooden

coaster out over the waves, or even get a tattoo as they first started becoming popular. The park morphed over its lifespan, growing in size and thrills the older it got, and by the 50s there were over 200 amusements on and around the pier. That's also when the pike was renamed the new pike. Of course, like any amusement park, it wasn't without its accidents. Someone once died on the figure 8 coaster, which was open from 1908 to 1914. The writer had seen a sign saying no standing on the ride, and he must have thought that that was a challenge. It wasn't long after he stood

up on the coaster that he was beheaded. But that's not where this legend starts. This legend starts on another section of the pier. Inside an attraction known as the Laf in the Dark Funhouse. So this attraction was a ride where guests would load into a car that would follow a track through different horror themed rooms. And from what I've seen of it, it was pretty terrifying. One of the first things you would pass on the ride was a six-foot-tall paper mache woman named Laughing Sal. Sal looked like a rag doll who grew up into an oversized adult, and if you fed her a few cents, she would do a horrifying, deep

belly laugh for you. The rest of the ride was full of fake skeletons and wrapped up mummies. As you turned a corner, a devil's face would pop out from nowhere in the dark. Most of the ride was creepy, but still fun. A place for kids to scare each other and for teens to have a few moments alone in the dark. But there was one prop in the fun house that really seemed to stick out. Towards the end of the ride, there was a mannequin that had been painted with red fluorescent paint and was strung up by its neck to give it the look of a hanging man. While the other mannequins looked plastic and had these large, cartoonish-like expressions, this one looked sullen and frail. Its expression was especially

lifeless, almost peaceful. One young boy remembered the smell of that part of the ride. It was rotten and strong. He'd get a chill every time he'd pass the hanging man mannequin. And kids started telling each other that while the other skeletons and dead bodies on the rides were fake, this one was very real. You would hear whispers about the real dead body in the ride as you waited in line. Kids would shriek as they passed the hanged man, and teens would try to touch him to prove they weren't scared.

The hanged man became local legend. But as with the theme of this very episode, legends are usually rooted in a bit of truth. In December of 1976, the film crew from the TV show, Six Million Dollar Man, arrived at the laugh in the Dark Fun House to film an episode. The fun house was cleared of all writers and the crew stepped in to do a little production design. At one point while filming, the director decided he didn't like the way

the hanged man looked in one shot and he asked a crew member to go take him down. As the crew member undid the rope and lowered the mannequin, it's arm fell off, a clean break from the shoulder. The crew member ran to get some glue, but when he got back and attempted to put the arm back on, he noticed that the arm was not plastic.

Inside, there was bone. He starts screaming. And soon, the police are on the scene who confiscate the mannequin and transport it to the coroner's office. There, it's promptly confirmed to be a real dead body. But how did a human body end up in a fun house? And who was this person? The coroner did a preliminary exam and ruled that the body looked ancient. Perhaps it was a central or South American mummy that was mistakenly sold as a prop.

The police not so jokingly admitted that this wouldn't be the first time they've encountered that. Yikes. During a more thorough autopsy, however, it was discovered that a copper jacket from a bullet was lodged in the body's chest. The technique used to embalm him was also a modern one, not what was used in ancient Central America. So now the corner believed that the body was less than a hundred years old. Also found during the autopsy was a ticket,

shoved into the corpse's mouth for the LA crime museum. It wasn't much, but it was somewhere to start. The coroner Thomas Noguchi worked with historians to trace the paper trail of the body, and they came to the conclusion that this man was Elmer McCurdy, an old west outlaw who was killed in a shootout and then sold as a prop for decades after. Elmer's story starts in 1911, when he and a group of bandits robbed a train in Oklahoma. a group of bandits robbed a train in Oklahoma. They made off with some whiskey and $45, which

doesn't seem like enough to die over, but this was the Wild West. Two days after the robbery, Elmer died in an hour-long shootout after a posse seeking retribution for the robbery found him. But Elmer's story hardly ends with his death. After the shootout, he was brought to the local funeral home in Pahasca, Oklahoma, where they embalmed him. Afterwards, he was propped up in the morgue's window for someone to come claim him. But also for locals to gawk at. There, he laid on claim for years. The outlaw had no friends or family who would come claim him. His family it was rumored was in Maine and didn't even know he was living in Oklahoma. The longer he sat, the more words spread

around the area that there was an embalmed bandit sitting in the mortuary. Rumor had it he was in near perfect condition despite how long he had been dead for. Soon people were traveling miles to catch a glimpse of the five foot three outthree outlaw, but still, no one claimed him. Not until two men from California rode into town on horseback, claiming to be the long-loss brothers of Elmer. They begged the mortician to hand over their brother, and, sick with grief, they loaded him in the back of their wagon and rode him back to California.

Only those men weren't his brothers. They were carneys. The legend of the embalmed bandit had traveled all the way to California. And now, these two men were going to try to make a profit off of it. Thus started Elmer's new career as a side show attraction. He was sold from carnival to carnival, making his way around the country. One man named Duane Esperr claimed he owned Elmer's corpse for 15 years, and made $100,000 off touring him around the country. Duane was also a director, the one who gave us

re-for-madness, actually, if you've ever seen, and he featured Elmer's body in his movie Narcotic. Another man, Lauren Macargar, claimed he remembered seeing Elmer's body in the 20s at a circus. He thought it was a Barnum and Bailey circus and that there was a tent in the side show attraction area where a body was being built as the Oklahoma Outlaw. Inside the tent was a pine box with the leathery body of a man inside. A woman running the show announced,

this is the body of Frank McCurdus, an Oklahoma outlaw who in 1911 held up and robbed a Katie train running between Oklahoma and Kansas. After a fight, he was shot in the right breast, received the bullet wound, and afterwards took poison. The body is not petrified, but mummified. If it was petrified, it would be heavy like a stone, but it only weighs 95 pounds.

There is $1,000 offered to anyone who can prove this is not a genuine body. You may bring your own doctor to examine it if you wish. Ten years later, he was featured in the LA Times' fun things to do downtown, where the morbidly curious could pay ten cents to see Elmer in his casket. After that, he was bought by another carny, covered in wax, and added to a villains display of wax dummies. But soon, Saito attractions fell out of favor, and he was put into storage for the next 20 years. In the 60s, he was sold to the Hollywood Wax Museum, and it's probably at this time that people stop thinking he's a real corpse. He had been in storage for two decades at that point and now was covered in wax.

The wax museum sold him to another wax museum which quickly went under and then he was sold off one final time to the laugh in the dark funhouse. In 1977, after he had been rescued from Long Beach, Elmer was finally laid to rest back in Oklahoma. A horse drawn buggy carried his pine-box to a quiet hill, where he was at long-last, awarded some privacy. For being a pretty poor outlaw in life, White Hill, where he was at long last awarded some privacy. For being a pretty poor outlaw in life, one who only robbed trains when he needed a few bucks for more alcohol, he was incredibly successful in death.

And it didn't stop there. After his burial, his legacy continued on. That boy that saw Elmer in the laugh in the dark funhouse and noticed the smell. That was Mark Taylor, a designer for the He-Man toys, one of the most successful lines of toys ever made. After seeing the strange corpse there, he was haunted by the image for decades, until finally he put the image down into a toy design. It inspired the villain character Skeletor, who still lives on today as part of the he-man brand. Elmer may be retired, but his legacy lives on, forever changing and morphing like the legend of the

hanged man. Researching this episode, I couldn't help but think about the legends that were told to me growing up. That my neighbor shot at kids that touched his lawn. That a body was found in the attic of a house up the road, that a small pond in town was full of dead cats. As much as these legends shapeshifted and grew over time, I wonder if they all started with a kernel of truth.

Think of the legends you grew up with, the scary ones about your town, about your community. Were any of them real? I'm actually curious, feel free to email me and let me know. The stories we tell each other, even the ones about houses at the bottom of a lake, all come from somewhere. This has been Heart Starts Pounding, written and produced by me, Kaelin Moore. Sound design a mix by Peach Tree Sound. Shout out to our new patrons, Luca, Shaline, Anali, Courtney, Pumi, Bailey, Brandy, Jessica, Hannah, Dan Tino, Kelsey, Lewis, Manushi, Emma,

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