tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711050495788343723.post2555292182750478686..comments2011-10-05T05:12:36.646-04:00Creepy Clevelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939224403299923870noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711050495788343723.post-63453713887490683302011-10-05T01:44:23.375-04:002011-10-05T01:44:23.375-04:00This post gave me the chills. Never heard of anyone having these kinds of experiences except for myself and the kids I grew up with on my street. We would all be up late and hear loud drumming from the woods surrounding our houses. Things would typically start well after midnight, and the few times we went to investigate we would hear the drums move, hear leaves rustling, and on one occasion whispers.The whispers were heard the last time we went out and were enough to make us stay away.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1711050495788343723.post-30471740480256805752011-09-30T09:24:49.681-04:002011-09-30T09:24:49.681-04:00NOTE: I tagged this post 'melonheads' because Kirtland/Chardon is the area from which I get the most Melonhead stories. It's interesting that this story has no mention of Melonheads, but instead a hint of Native American ghosts (with the drumming). Has anyone out near those parts heard of *that* legend?Creepy Clevelandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05939224403299923870noreply@blogger.com