(Orig. Published 3/2003)
Sprawled across Medina and Wayne Counties, Rogue’s Hollow is famous for its classic tales and legends of mill ghosts, devils, and headless horses. It’s hardly surprising, then, that this ghost town also happens to have its own crybaby bridge. The legend(s) can be summarized as follows:
A young woman–unmarried and jilted by her lover–threw her baby over the bridge and into the cold river below. Go there on any given night, and you will hear the gurgling cries of the poor baby.
Another variation of the Rogue’s Hollow crybaby bridge states that a newborn baby and his parents were killed after their car hit black ice and crashed into the icy river. While the parents were killed instantly, the baby died much later, from starvation. At midnight, you can still hear the baby, crying for his parents.
Note of Warning: Rogue’s Hollow (including the old infrastructure) is mostly situated on park land that is owned and maintained by the Chippewa Historical Society, and is only open to the public during the summer season. During off-season and at night, it is considered private property, and several “No Trespassing” signs are clearly posted. Please, show some respect and refrain from going into this area until it is officially opened. Check out the link below for the Rogue’s Hollow historical society for dates and times before making the trip out. (Ed. 10/2012)
For historical information on Rogue’s Hollow, check out the “official” Rogue’s Hollow Historical Society Website.
9/11/05: The coolest (or most evil) stepmother in the world takes Dumbchica and her friend on a terror ride through Rogue’s Hollow.
Just last night, I had a friend spend the night at my house. Around 11:30, my stepmom and stepsister, who had been staying with me that night, started telling my friend and I stories about Rogue’s Hollow. The more they told us about it, the more I wanted to go. I had never heard of this place before. I have heard of crybaby bridge, but I had no idea it was so close to where I live.
After all the story telling, I was convinced that I had to go. So all four of us jumped into the car and made our way to Rogue’s Hollow. My friend and I were in the back seat. Once we arrived, you could just feel the difference in the mood.
They took us to crybaby bridge first. We turned off our car and listened. I was a little freaked out. So my friend and I were in the back seat huddled together with my head in her lap. All I could hear were animals until, at once, I heard a very loud screech come from under the bridge. It sounded like something metal was coming up the side of the bridge. As my stepmom yells, “TURN ON THE CAR, LETS GO!”, it stopped. So, so we turned off the car again (this time with my window up) and once again we heard it. We hurried and drove away.
We then drove to the actual Rogue’s Hollow bridge, and got up the courage to actually get out and walk around, clenching onto the flashlight. We made our way onto the bridge, but nothing really happened there. But, we did see 2 trains coming at each other at the same time. Yet, nothing happened. I was just reading other stories of the “ghost train” so who knows…
7/19/04: Bobby shares an interesting version of the crybaby bridge legend:
I grew up in Norton, Ohio, and as a teen, spent lots of time in Rogue’s Hollow. The story I learned was different from your two versions. I heard the family house was caught on fire in the middle of the winter. The mother grabbed the baby, whose clothing was on fire, and took it to the river to douse the flames. In her panic, she drowned her baby. Her wails can be heard, along with the crying baby, when you shut off your parked car on the bridge. It is said your car won’t restart.
I was always too afraid to try it!
4/7/04: Strange white lights and the image of a woman holding a baby…these are just a few of the sights witnessed by BoccGirlat Rogue’s Hollow:
I just wanted to share an experience we had last summer. It was really late and our neighbors are really into the paranormal as am I. My husband Jim just tags along to make me happy. Anyway, as with most people who grew up around here, we used to frequent Rogue’s Hallow as kids. We were really bored and decided to pile into their van and go down there for old time’s sake. As always, we stopped down at the bridge by the Historical Society. In all the years that we went there, nothing other than the locals getting pissed has happened. Disappointed, we drove around, deciding to explore it some more.
We decided since all the bridges run over the same water, we would explore the other bridges. Now, as soon as we drove over this one, our blood ran cold. My daughter woke up out of a sound sleep and cried, saying she wanted to go home. Because we passed over it, we had to turn around. Amanda turned the van around and we parked on the bridge, rolling down all the windows to see if we could hear anything. She left the lights on, but they kept dimming in and out, and I felt really strange. I asked if anyone else was feeling anything, when to the right of the van…there was an ear piercing, hideous scream that sounded neither like a man or any animal I have ever heard in my life. We all screamed, even the two men who are both close to thirty. Needless to say, we left. Twice we passed over the bridge and every time my daughter would wake up and cry. That did nothing to calm our fears about the place.
Twice, I have went back there. I’m just too curious. The second time, we got out of the van, although I will tell you it takes some serious gumption just because of the stark terror that comes over you there. Walking onto the bridge takes every amount of courage in me. Standing there and looking over the right side of the bridge, Chris and I heard what sounded like whispering coming from nearby. We also noticed a white light moving down the shallow river. Fireflies glow yellow and they flicker…this light is steady and white. Every time we have went and got out of the vehicle, you feel instantly cold and several of us have felt something touch us.
The last time we went, I was feeling quite brave. The light was clearly visible down river and to the right. I walked over to the left side of the bridge and stared, seeing if I could see anything. This is where it gets interesting, if you want to believe local legend. This was in the summer, but, looking at the reflection in the water to the left of the river bank, the trees and everything make quite an eerie shadow. If you look, you will see what looks like a woman with her hair in a bun and a high necked dress holding out a swaddled baby in front of her. That is an intense image and you have to wonder….
We drove around for a while, trying to forget about the odd reflection and before we left, we stopped at the bridge one more time. This time, we got out and looked for the light. It had moved to the left side of the bridge and I swear on everything I own, that as we stood there looking at it, it began moving back towards the bridge where we stood. Needless to say, we all ran back to the van and got the hell out of there.
I’m sure with summer coming and since I got a digital camera, I will be going back. I want to get to the bottom of whatever is out there on that bridge. We suspect we have located the real haunted bridge in Rogue’s Hollow. I will take pictures both during the day and at night and send them in. If anyone else is nterested in seeing this place for themselves and seeing if they agree…I will be more than happy to send in directions.
3/31/04: Janelle shares some creepy stories and her own experiences at the infamous hollow:
Back in high school, there used to be a spot that we all would frequent. Rogue’s Hollow specifically. We used to go driving around out there.
As with many other urban legends it’s hard to tell what is truth and what is actual historic fact.
There are stories of a “devil ghost” that would haunt this one tree that overhung the road. The stories were that he’d jump down onto your car and try and cause an accident. That limb has since been removed and the stories about the devil have ceased.
There is also a ghost train. It is said that if you drove over the tracks at exactly midnight on a specific night, your car would die. You wouldn’t be able to get out or start it and you’d see the train coming. The train would then disappear right before it would hit you. That actually happened to a group of my friends one night. I am inclined to believe them because of who was there. I know he wasn’t accustomed to making up stuff and not one word of the story differed between the 4 people that were in the car.
There are also stories of a witch that used to live in the hollow. There’s a barn that was said to be where she lived, or at least where she used to perform her “rituals”. The barn is actually still there. There’s another story of the witch that says she’d sacrificed some children as part of her rituals. There’s also a story that the house next to Cry Baby Bridge was home to some satanic worshippers at one point in time. We were actually chased out there once by some people who came out of that house which I believe now is home to the Rogue’s Hollow Historical Society.
My story is a little weird – not really a “ghost” story exactly, as I didn’t see any. However, it was very freaky! My sisters and I were taking some friends home to Doylestown one night after being at the local Rollercade all evening. I decided to take the long way and go over Cry Baby Bridge, not an unusual thing to do. I was driving a 1981 Pontiac Catalina – basically a boat on wheels! Immediately after crossing the bridge, my headlights started to act weird. They went from normal to bright, to normal, to parking lights and then off, then back up to parking lights, normal, then bright and back down again and continued to do this for several days. I took my car to a mechanic who could find nothing wrong with the electrical wiring. I then decided to drive back over the bridge – after doing that – the lights died completely. My dad replaced the bulbs and they were fine.
One night not too long after that, my cousin’s friend, who lived about 2 miles from the bridge, had a sleepover. My cousin, the friend, and I snuck out of her parents’ house and went to meet some boys down at the bridge. That was the creepiest walk EVER. We agreed to meet them at 12am. We got to the bridge shortly after that, only to find that they ditched us. We didn’t hear a baby cry or anything remotely close to that, but we all felt a presence. A very heavy, sad feeling was felt by all of us. It was very strange and hard to describe. Really freaked us out! Needless to say we left rather quickly. Nothing else happened on the way back to her house.
It’s been a while since I’ve been there, even though I still live less than 10 miles away. I’ve taken up “ghost hunting” recently and will be returning to Rogue’ s Hollow to take some picture and go to the various spots and see what I can feel/see/sense and hopefully capture something in some pictures. If I find anything, I will share it with you. We’re going to go out there soon. We’d like to go on Friday the 13th or a full moon. I wish I could find something that would shed some light on an actual date that the woman drowned her baby – but from friends who claimed to hear the baby cry – it was a full moon or a Friday the 13th that they heard it. I would LOVE to get an EVP of that!