Tinker's Creek Cemetery
Cuyahoga National Park, Ohio
Written by Haunted Earth's Chris Halton

View video collaboration with Haunted Earth shot from this location
Acid Entertainment & Haunted Earth visit Tinker's Creek Cemetery

Tinkers Creek Cemetery in the Cuyahoga National Park, OH is a barely remembered monument to the European`s early incursions into native America.
Reputedly built over an earlier native american burial ground, the cemetery stands on a flat promontory overlooking the Cuyahoga Valley, and is best approached after an exhaustive walk along an undulating dirt track that leads up a steep slope to where a large number of early settlers lay hidden and buried.
Originally connected to a now lost and abandoned settlement, the graveyard has a very sombre air overhanging it`s flat plateau, and what is the last resting place of hundreds is barely now remembered through a few ancient grave stones that line the site like rows of broken and flattened teeth.
Many years of vandalism and worship to the black arts has taken it`s toll upon the last resting place of British and French pioneer farmers, and the few complete surviving epitaphs bear testament to the fact that many lost their lives through famine and disease whilst still in their early twenties during the early years of the 19th century.
A continual struggle against nature and the elements wore down the settlers into dwindling numbers that eventually petered out in the early 20th century when the few survivors finally admitted defeat and left the site forever.
This sense of abandonment clung fiercely to the few broken and battered epitaphs that still remain, and on my visit in September 2008 the atmosphere was dark and brooding despite the site being bathed in a warm autumnal sunlight.
My guides, Sean Adams of Acid Entertainment and his friend Bill Pardue recounted the many spooky legends that pervade here, and whilst they could only provide anecdotal stories of weird lights and spectral apparitions, the overwhelming sense of sadness bolstered a reality to their ghostly tales.
I opened myself up to thoughts and impressions now embedded into the grassy plain of Tinker`s Creek and felt the many lying in their own ignominy which was founded through their unassailable battle for life and hopes lost against the harshness of nature.
With the aid of recorders, we were able to capture a few broken words of EVP and even received a direct acknowledgement from the grave of the last settler`s that they knew we were there with them.
For me it was a moving experience, and quite unlike any felt elsewhere in my travels through historic Ohio, and one that left me with impressions that still linger with me to this day.