Haunted Ferris Wheel

Now that Halloween 2015 has come and gone, I feel I can talk safely. Catch my breath. After all, it isn’t every day you visit Spook Central…

JoDee and I survived a night at one of the nation’s most haunted spots, Shawnee Lake Amusement Park (or what’s left of it). Built on a Native American burial ground and cursed by both accidental death and murder, the remains of this once thriving park now moulder in silence.

Haunted Ferris Wheel 2Except, of course, on Halloween weekend: when amateur ghost hunters, thrill seekers, and intrepid photographers descend to take in the sights.

So The Twilit Lens just had to go see! Looming over the lake itself, the old ferris wheel stands choked with crawling vines. And nearby, a rusted motorized swing hangs its seats above the ground. And seated in more than one chair are stuffed animals, ghoulish offerings to the ghost of a little girl who was killed by the machine
and whose bloodied form is claimed by at least one eyewitness to haunt the very spot.

Without a doubt this is most macabre thing I’ve photographed to date. But like many abandoned sites I’ve shot, I’m so focused on the composition and exposure that I forget about whatever entities may or may not be watching. The sheer character of these old rides is attractive in itself. Ghost Bear

My only real wish is that the owner opened up earlier. The sun was nearly set by the time the gates opened so magic hour became “magic fifteen minutes.” 😀 So most of these exposures were taken in the twilight.

Hmm… maybe these conditions were ideal after all?

In any case, we survived our visit to Shawnee Lake. At least so far.

I’ll choose to ignore that unnaturally icy patch in my living room. And that whispering in my closet … 😉

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Written by The Twilit Lens

Freelance photographer and ponderer of the unusual. I welcome the presence of mystery and the unknown. Wonder is not absent from the universe, and there is still room for the child in those who haven't yet allowed their hearts to wither to dust.


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