Creepy Sh#t Part 6 – Stagecoach Road

If you have listened to a few episodes of The Nowhere Dispatch, it’s probably a safe bet that you enjoy folklore, urban legends and weird local tales. I’m much the same way which is a big reason I started this podcast.

What is it about these stories that captivates us so reliably and completely?

Is it the fact that we know they probably aren’t true but we can imagine them taking place? Is it because they’re about our own hometowns?

I’m really not sure. What I’m sure of, however, is that these stories draw some people like iron filings to a magnet.

Stagecoach Road
At the beginning of my trip down the road. The dirt walls rise as high as 12-15 feet.

I’m not sure exactly when I first heard about Stagecoach Road, though I believe it was sometime in high school. I just heard about it in passing, yet another local story about a haunted road. I can’t recall if I really wanted to go out there but, all these years later, the legend popped up squarely in my mind.

I figured that it was a perfect fit for this podcast because it is rife with legends and it has a strong tie to local history. Why not take a trip out there and drive the road?

At the time I recorded this podcast, I’d just been through a very difficult experience. I remarked afterwards that my trip out to the road was partially fueled by my lack of self-preservation in the face of this tough situation. I rode that adrenaline like a drug as my tires kicked up clouds of dust and I dove deeper into the guts of the forest.

It was so isolated out there. So impossibly alone. I love horror movies that focus on the loneliness and the isolation of the woods. That’s far more frightening to me than a hulking brute wielding a hockey mask and a machete at a summer camp.

Stagecoach Road Bridge
The bridge I crossed on Stagecoach Road. I don’t think it’s the “haunted” bridge but it was creepy all the same. That’s not fog over the road, it’s a combination of the dust my tires kicked up and condensation on my camera lens after stepping out of the A/C in my car into the sweltering heat.

The isolation carries the real weight of the fear. I hope some of that comes through in this episode. I’m sure I rambled too much (you can actually hear my Texas accent and idioms coming through on the field recordings. I do that when I’m really nervous.) but I hope the feeling of isolation is apparent enough.

 

Middle of Nowhere
The scariest thing I saw on the road. I checked Google Maps throughout the trip but, at one point, the map dropped away and I realized that I was potentially lost as hell and low on gas. Freaked me right the hell out.

 

Oh, one more thing. Always, always, always fuel up your car before you decide to explore a legendary haunted road in the middle of nowhere when July heat turns everything into an oven. A word to the wise as well as the foolish.

We All Fall Down
One of the many pieces of graffiti I saw on the road. “We all fall down”, indeed.

On the episode, I mentioned an investigation conducted on the road by Sonshine Paranormal in Fort Worth. They snapped a photo of the Woman in White, which you can see here. Check out this page for a bit of backstory on the history of Stagecoach Road.

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