Oooh, I love places like that. I am one of those who love to be scared. My husband, on the other hand, hates to be scared. Well guess who scares him??? I have to duck when I jump out and scare him. He will swing out. Heheheheee I know I know, I am weird.WOW, trying to keep up with the discussions on the porch is a full time job. The topics covered here ~ everything from chicken poop to homosexuality, to God, to recipes, kids, and world politics and on and on. If this isn't a cross section of America what is? And look, we can all agree - disagree, laugh- cry, ask for prayers and be prayed for. Or not.
I am still surprised how many times I read something posted here and say, Hey! I thought I was the only one who felt that way.
I am thankful I found this site. I am thankful for you all for sharing, and I am thankful to you all for respecting each other.
I have a request for all the creative, funny porch sitters. I am finishing my coop finally. Ok well, my husband is almost finished with the coop mostly, but I did help.Any way I live at the end of Chicken Alley Road. YAH, can you believe it??? I am thinking I HAVE to give my coop a name of some sort that reflects my area. I'm Looking forward all your interesting suggestions.![]()
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Weirdness in Seymour
Posted on October 27, 2011 by Michael Bie
Shawano Leader:
Among the bizarre and weird sightings explored by paranormal researcher and author Chad Lewis, phantom chickens and disembodied voices at Chicken Alley in Seymour have been some of his most peculiar.
A simple country road consisting of four corners and not much else, Chicken Alley has been the source of what Lewis described as “a hotbed of activity.”
“When driving down the road, many people believe they have run over a phantom chicken,” he said. “They’re so convinced that they’ve run over a real chicken that they’ve gotten out to look at the damage to their vehicle or road kill only to discover nothing is there.”
Inevitably, the lack of physical evidence leads drivers to believe they have encountered the phantom chicken.
“I had a gentleman contact me who said he was driving along when all of the sudden a half dozen chickens darted out in front of him. He slammed on his brakes to avoid them, but then they disappeared right before his eyes,” Lewis said. “He was convinced he had seen the phantom chickens of Chicken Alley.”
Lewis has investigated but has not seen any phantom chickens, he said.
Chicken Alley is also reported to be the home of a disembodied voice.
“It’s said that if you walk out into the middle of the Chicken Alley and French Road intersection and stand there, you will hear the angry voice of a ghost man yelling at you to get out of the road,” Lewis said. “Legend states that if you do not heed his advice – much like hearing the Irish Banshee – you’ll be cursed with bad luck until the day you die.”
Knocking on a wood table, Lewis said he has yet to hear the mysterious voice after visiting the spot dozens of times.
Lewis’s presentation on Tuesday at the Shawano City-County Library also included stories about Wisconsin’s werewolves, phantom animals, witches, Bigfoot, sea serpents, and vampires.
About 100 people attended the free presentation.
“When you go to these places, I think they’re just creepy and a lot of fun. Letting yourself go and having fun with it is what it’s all about,” he said.
Lewis is a researcher and author for Unexplained Research L.L.C. He holds a Master of Science degree in psychology from the University of Wisconsin-Stout and has conducted paranormal research for more than 17 years.
His presentation was sponsored by Friends of Shawano County Libraries Inc.
I love your courtyard Deb. The countryside is beautiful! Was the house built by that big rock or did it roll? I have heard you either love the desert or you hate it. I think I would love it.I have a courtyard
This is the entry gate from the outside
This is the entry gate from the inside The steps to the house form a porch.
This is the patio I stood on to take the picture of the entry gate from the insde
This is the patio showing the big rock taken while I was standing on my front porch
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