Monster Bird Haunts Webster County

When the first reports of a monster terrorizing the area around Pt. Pleasant, WV started pouring in at the end of 1966, the sightings all had one thing in common. Not one witness ever described an actual...moth. The term Mothman was the invention of a newspaper reporter, taking inspiration from pop culture at the time. What people WERE describing was a bird. A very, very large, man-like bird. 

This wouldn't be the first time a giant bird would haunt the people of West Virginia. In February of 1895, Webster County would be the site of a rash of sightings, and even attacks, by what locals referred to as a giant eagle. 

The trouble began when Landy Junkins, the ten-year-old daughter of Dan Junkins of Bergoo mysteriously disappeared. Landy's mother had sent the young girl out one Friday around noon to visit the cabin of Joe Warnick. Landy was to walk the 1.5 miles from the Junkins cabin to the Warnick cabin to check on Mrs. Warnick, who had been ill. When she didn't return home by that evening, her father set out to look for her. Thinking perhaps she had stayed with the Warnicks, he went straight to their cabin, only to find that Landy never made it there. 

An intensive search began that evening and lasted all the next day. The only thing that was found of the girl were her tracks in the snow. Her tracks led off the trail and into a small clearing, where it became apparent that she circled around, rather frantically, before her tracks just disappeared. It was almost as if something had come down from the sky and carried her off....

That's exactly what people believed happened as in the following weeks, more and more reports of a giant bird were made public. Peter Swadley, a bear hunter, was out with his dog Gunner, hunting on Piney Ridge. Suddenly, a giant bird swooped down on him and attempted to lift him. The creature's sharp talons tore into his back and head, ripping his coat to shreds, and partially scalping him. The only thing that saved him was that his dog came running. The bird stopped attacking Swadley, and turned its attention to the dog, ripping it open before carrying it off. 

Swadley made it over a mile away to the cabin of Abe Kitsmiller, who brought him to town to treat his wounds. Despite a severe loss of blood and other injuries, Swadley recovered. His dog, however, was never seen again. 

In another incident, Deputy Sheriff Rube Nihiser and his son also had an encounter with the giant bird, and from a 'safe' distance away, were able to get a good description of the creature as it attacked a doe and her fawn. The Nihisers described the bird to have a wingspan of 15 to 18 feet and a body as big as a man. Its feathers were dark brown, with white on the wings. The eyes were large and shining. The sound it made was a terrible, shrill shriek.

Dogs, deer, and even sheep were not immune to the dangers of the giant bird. Hanse Hardrick kept a few sheep in a shed during the winter months. He locked the shed and headed into town, but upon his return, saw that someone or something had made a huge hole in the roof of the shed. Wool was caught around the edges of the hole and one of his sheep was missing. No tracks were observed anywhere near the shed or property, and the sheep was never found. Hardrick, believing a ghost, or 'harnt' as he called it, was to blame, covered the shed and property with small crosses made from hemlock boughs. 

But it wasn't a ghost. Ol' Pap Tammen, the oldest man in Webster County knew what it was. Many years before, TWO giant birds spent an entire winter terrorizing the countryside. It was believed that those two birds, as well as this one, made their den atop the isolated Snaggle Tooth Knob, an area inaccessible by man even in the best weather. It is unclear as to whether the creature of 1895 was one of the original two giant birds, their off-spring, or another altogether. 

Was the Mothman of Pt. Pleasant simply another one of these 'giant eagles,' or was the 'giant eagle' of Snaggle Tooth Knob actually an early visitation by the creature we now know as Mothman?

St. Louis Globe-Democrat
14 February 1895

The Flatwoods Monster: A Supernatural Scapegoat

Elk Creek: 2006 Clarksburg
Source: Wiki User Tim Kiser

April 8th, 1959, was a fairly average spring day here in West Virginia, but it was a busy one for two Clarksburg women. Juanite/Juanita Ferguson President of the Goff Plaza Garden Club in Clarksburg, while her married daughter, Mrs. Truman Sayre, belonged to the Briarcliff Garden Club in Beckley.

Mrs. Sayre was hosting a meeting at her home on Daniels Street, at which her mother was to give a presentation. Accompanying Juanite on the trip from Clarksburg to Beckley and back was her friend and fellow garden club member, Virginia Conley. The ladies wrapped up the meeting, and left Beckley at around 5:30pm in Juanite's green 1955 Buick. Juanite was speaking at an event at the Clarksburg City Hall the next day, and Virginia had a whole day of errands planned, so they needed to get back that evening. 

The trip between Beckley and Clarksburg was quite a bit longer in 1959 than it is today. Around 9pm, the ladies arrived at the Laurel Court motel near Sutton, where they stopped at the motel's cafe for coffee and a snack. Mrs. Ferguson actually knew the owner, Earl Marple. He chatted with the ladies a bit and confirmed they left around 9:30pm, on schedule to arrive in Clarksburg by 11:30pm. He noted that both were in good spirits and that the conversation was normal. 

But 11:30pm came and went and still the women hadn't made it home. It wasn't until 4:30am that Juanite's husband called Mrs. Sayre, asking if her mother and Virginia had decided to spend the night in Beckley. Mrs. Sayre told him that they had left the previous evening and should have been home by midnight. Immediately, she and her husband contacted the WV State Police in Beckley, while Mr. Ferguson contacted the WV State Police in Clarksburg. 

By 9:00am on Thursday, the official call went out over the police radio and law enforcement between Beckley and Clarksburg were on the lookout for the missing women. By that afternoon, local media was alerted. It quickly seemed that the two women were truly missing, and not just on an unplanned girls' trip. 

Unfortunately, the women remained missing for nearly two months. A massive search had taken place along the two most likely routes between Sutton and Clarksburg. The state and local police, the FBI, the National Guard, and scores of civilian volunteers searched nearly every square inch between the two cities, focusing on the 'Buckhannon Route,' which was the most popular way to enter the east side of Clarksburg where Mrs. Conley lived. Helicopters were sent out, and there was debate as to whether the Buffalo Reservoir should be drained. It was a mystery as to how two housewives in their 50s managed to completely disappear. 

The Flatwoods Monster
aka, Braxxie

And that's where the conspiracy theories come in. Talk about strange lights in the sky and flying saucers led some to believe that the idea of Juanite and Virginia being abducted by aliens or taken away by flying saucers was as likely an explanation as any other. One unnamed commentator was quick to point out that the women went missing in an area that was known seven years earlier as the site of one of the strangest UFO mysteries in the state. On September 12, 1952, a group of boys playing football observed what they thought may have been a small plane or meteor crash onto a nearby hillside. They, along with the mother of two of the boys, a family dog, and a teenage cousin/National Guard Member, went in search of the wreckage. What they found was a creature that would be forever known since as the Flatwoods Monster. 

There were similar encounters reported in the days following the initial encounter, both in Braxton County, and possibly even as far away as in Beckley and Wheeling. Many believed that a monster from outer space (or SEVERAL monsters) had crash-landed in the Mountain State. Could this monster still be lurking around the area, ready to grab unsuspecting motorists?

This wouldn't be the last time that the continued existence of the Flatwoods Monster in WV would be questioned. A few years later, a series of encounters with what we'd call a Bigfoot-type monster now was causing cars to stall, peeping in windows, and being a general menace. Without a proper understanding of the Bigfoot phenomenon, which was largely seen as a Pacific Northwest thing at the time, these sightings all fell under the category of 'The Flatwoods Monster.' You can read more about that in my article: A Braxton County Monster Wrap-Up. 

Blaming the Flatwoods Monster on the disappearance of Juanite Ferguson and Virginia Conley was hopefully a tongue-in-cheek commentary on the frustration that despite their efforts, law enforcement was nowhere near finding any answers. And in the end, it wouldn't be law enforcement who found the women.  On May 31, two hikers were out and saw part of a green car sticking out of Elk Creek, near Clarksburg. Inside were the badly decomposed bodies of the missing women. The car doors were locked, and the key was still in the ignition. It was theorized that Juanite may have fallen asleep and drove off the road.

But why had it been so difficult to find the vehicle, even after searchers covered this area? According to the state police, this was the least likely area where an accident of this nature could have happened. The women were on WV Rt. 20, only about six miles from Clarksburg. The Elk Creek only ran parallel to the road for around 75 feet in this stretch. When the Buick left the road, it managed to go between trees, leaving little to no damage or disturbance to indicate that a car had passed through. The car was only found when a run of dry weather left the creek's water level lower than normal. 

No foul play was suspected, and by all accounts, neither woman seemed like they were planning to take themselves out for any reason. The incident was chalked up to an accident, although there were questions as to whether Juanite dozed off or simply took the turn too wide in the dark. Either way, I think it's safe to assume that we cannot blame this on Braxxie. It was a tragedy that cut short the lives of two beloved members of the community, but due to a one-off remark in a local newspaper, their story will always be linked to central West Virginia's wildest monster tale.

*Quick note: Mrs. Ferguson's death certificate, as well as several other documents, record her first name as Juanite, with an 'e', not Juanita, as many newspaper articles call her. 

Sources and Further Reading:

Juanite Ferguson's Death Certificate
WV State Archives

Virginia Conley's Death Certificate
WV State Archives

The Raleigh Register
10 April 1959

The Raleigh Register
27 April 1959

Beckley Post-Herald
27 May 1959

The Raleigh Register
01 June 1959

A Clay County Ghost Story (1870)

Stock Photo of a Cabin 
with Flag Stone Chimney

I love a good 'debunking' story! In today's blog post, I'd like to share with you a ghost story from 1870 that wasn't exactly what it seemed. When two reverends took shelter in an abandoned house, they experienced horrific noises...and an even worse smell. After fleeing in fear, a brave (reckless?) neighbor decided to investigate. Personally, I think what he found was worse than a ghost! Here's a transcription of the article from The Weston Democrat, dated June 27, 1870:

A correspondent of the Kanawha Journal relates the following: 

A few days after a Sunday snowstorm, during the past winter, the Rev. Daniel Schoonover and the Rev. George Arbegast, were ascending Elk River in one of those celebrated packets familiarly known as "canoes." Late in the afternoon they cast anchor at the mouth of Peter's Creek, in Clay County, where they took immediate possession of an unoccupied house, known as the "Whaggy House." The evening being quite cool, they provided an abundance of fuel, started a roaring fire, and began to prepare supper and congratulate each other with the comfort they were about to enjoy, when lo! an unearthly sound grated discordantly on their ears; supposing the noise in the rear of the chimney to be only a resident varmint, they mustered their limited courage, sallied forth to discover if possible, from whence the frightful sounds proceeded; arriving at the rear of the chimney aforesaid, pausing for a moment to suppress, if possible, the audible working of their hearts, they heard the same unnatural sounds in the house. They hastily returned; when a horrible stench presented itself to their olfactory nerves, which one averred smelled like an old barrel of sour kraut, and the other said was sulphur, so hastily seizing their cooking utensils they immediately decamped, and boarding their craft and weighing anchor, rowing at the rate of about 40 knots an hour, they soon arrived at Brother Ralph Smyth's where they entered in a very unmilitary style, overcome with fear and great trembling, with eyes dilated to about the size of ordinary dog-wood blossoms. The dismal tale they related about the haunted house and their hairbreadth escape. The news soon spread over the neighborhood, when D. Brown who is celebrated for his reckless daring, heard the news of a haunted house in the neighborhood; he instituted a voyage of discovery, and after carefully examining the premises he found out the cause of all the fright, which he gives us as follows:

The side walls of the fire place having been made of flag stone, there was a cavity between the outside wall, and a flag having previously fallen out, the rats had taken possession, and the aforesaid gentlemen's fire cut off their outside communications, they were literally roasted to death, and their dying groans produced the horrid noise they heard, and their parched tails the infernal smell.

The Weston Democrat
27 June 1870

A Most Unusual Rooster

Jane Lew Town Hall
August 2026

I recently visited the town of Jane Lew, West Virginia. I've been THROUGH Jane Lew numerous times while traveling I-79 between Charleston and Morgantown, but I never really stopped there to look around. On a recent WV road trip, we made a detour just to eat breakfast at the town's Lightburn Family Diner (which was awesome by the way!). You can read more about those adventures at my blog: WV Road Trip Part One.

As I was just doing some reading on the history of the town for that blog post, I stumbled across a most unusual newspaper article. According to the December 19, 1902 edition of the Clarksburg Telegram, a Mr. Bishop of Jane Lew sent a rooster to R.M. Orr of Clarksburg. This wasn't an ordinary rooster, however. This particular rooster had FOUR LEGS. The strange creature initially caused a stir at the local depot, but many believed that the two extra appendages were not real. It was believed they were somehow stuck on, and then camouflaged by the natural feathers. 

I wouldn't be so quick to call B.S. on that too soon. Chickens are sometimes born with extra legs. It's a condition called polymelia and is often caused by incomplete twinning or some type of genetic mutation. Most often, the extra limbs are smaller than usual or malformed in some way. Rarely can the animal move the extra appendages. They tend to just sort of flop around. Luckily, this doesn't seem to affect the animal's life span or quality of life in any significant way.

This story reminds me of another West Virginia chicken with polymelia. In 1923, a THREE LEGGED chicken went missing from Wayne County. That chicken was a Plymouth Rock breed and while only a couple of months old, was quite the topic of conversation around town. I never did find out what happened to that bird...

Wayne County's Weird Chicken Blog

Clarksburg Telegram
19 December 1902

The Weird History of the Pringle Tree

Pringle Tree August 2026

At the confluence of the Buckhannon River and Turkey Run sits a small park out in the middle of nowhere. Well, it seems like the middle of nowhere, but its only minutes away from Buckhannon, WV and is a neatly maintained boat launch and picnic area with gorgeous views of the Buckhannon River. Established in 1978, the park is now maintained by the Upshur County Commission.

The park is home to a giant American Sycamore tree, said to be the third-generation tree growing from the roots of the original sycamore tree known as the Pringle Tree. 

At the outbreak of the French and Indian War, two brothers, John and Samuel Pringle, volunteered with the colonial militia. The Pringles were from the South Branch of the Potomac River, which would be today's Eastern Panhandle of WV. The two were stationed at Fort Pitt (Pittsburgh, PA) but quickly decided that military life was not to their liking. In 1761, the two deserted, along with Joe Linsey and William Childers. 

Pringle Tree August 2026

Linsey and Childers were captured about a year later, but the Pringles managed to stay off the military radar. For a few years, they joined John Simpson, a hunter and fur trader. However, after an argument, the brothers went off on their own, eventually finding themselves near present-day Buckhannon in 1764.

For THREE YEARS, John and Samuel Pringle lived in the hollow cavity of a giant sycamore tree. Taking shelter in such trees wasn't uncommon for hunters and other travelers, but this was usually seen as only a short-term solution. The Pringles called the sycamore, said to have at least an eight-foot-wide clearance, home for three years, making them the first European settlers in the area. 

But they couldn't stay hidden forever. Eventually, their ammunition ran low and John risked returning home to South Branch for supplies. While there, he learned that the war had been over for some time, and no one was interested in punishing them for deserting. John returned to the sycamore tree to inform Samuel of the good news. Samuel agreed to accompany John back home. 

2nd Generation Pringle Tree
Submitted by Find-a-Grave user: Becky Doan

The area must have called to Samuel, though. By 1769, he and his wife Charity had returned. They brought with them a small group of settlers who established the first permanent European settlement in the area. Samuel and Charity Pringle are buried in Hampton Cemetery in Buckhannon. It appears as if Samuel made up for his earlier desertion charges. His grave is marked by a military headstone, denoting him as 'Captain' Samuel Pringle of the Virginia Militia, serving in the Revolutionary War. 

On my epic West Virginia road trip in August of 2026, we made a stop to visit the Pringle Tree. Google Maps took us right to the small park, but there were a few times as we navigated the narrow country road that we had our doubts that we were on the right track.  The location is absolutely beautiful, and peaceful. There is a parking area, but to reach the Pringle Tree, you have to walk across a small field. 

The grass was well-maintained, and it was a flat, easy walk....until you got closer to the tree. In the photos above, what appears to be hardpacked earth was thick, quicksand-like mud! I trudged through as close as I could but eventually had to throw in the towel and get a few pictures from afar. This area of West Virginia had recently seen some major flooding, so it's not surprising that a patch of field that was once covered in lush green grass was now my biggest elementary school fear come to life. 

What's even weirder...I was about halfway through the mud when I noticed that someone else had attempted to walk through there. Footprints came out of nowhere and disappeared into nowhere! I'm sure there's a logical explanation, but I was exhausted, frustrated, covered in mud, and probably not thinking straight by that point. I wish I had gotten closer, but that just gives me an excuse to go back another day!

Pringle Tree Historical Marker

Sources and Further Reading:

Find-a-Grave Entry for Capt. Samuel Pringle

Pringle Tree Park: West Virginia Explorer

Pringle Tree Park: Clio Article 

West Virginia Road Trip 2026: Part One

Every summer, my family and I like to spend a long weekend exploring all the strange and historic places West Virginia has to offer. Last year, we visited the Cass Scenic Railroad and the Greenbank Observatory, taking about a million little side quests along the way. This year, we decided to spend the weekend in Helvetia, the little Swiss mountain town in Randolph County, and hitting the Rail Explorers Lantern Tour on our way home. 

The weekend didn't go exactly as planned, but we had an awesome time full of even MORE side quests than last year's adventure. Join me for Part 1 of our epic West Virginia road trip!

After a sleepless night, we packed up the car on a Friday morning and left Hurricane pretty early, heading north up I-79. Our first stop was in Jane Lew for some breakfast. Whenever we travel, there's no chain restaurants for us. We like to experience locally owned places that we can't get back home. On this day, our choice was Lightburn's Family Diner. I knew we were in the right place when we walked in and there was a large group of older guys taking up the entire back dining room. 

Lightburn's Family Diner

We were warmly welcomed by staff and quickly served. I ordered the Monte Cristo and home fries. My son ordered the chicken and waffles but substituted pancakes for the waffles. Aaron also had the pancake breakfast. When I tell you those were the best home fries I've ever had, I'm not exaggerating. I don't know if it was the seasoning or the cut or a combination, but they were awesome. My sandwich was delicious, too. Aaron thoroughly enjoyed his meal, and I'm pretty sure my son's breakfast was his favorite part of the trip. I didn't realize he was such a foodie! 

Not only was the food tasty, but the portions were huge. With full bellies--maybe too full--we continued on our journey. Since we were served so quickly, we had a few extra minutes to explore the town of Jane Lew. I'm embarrassed to admit that I had never really been to downtown Jane Lew before, nor did I realize how historic the little town was. I just thought it was a motel and gas station off the interstate. 

Monte Cristo

Jane Lew only covers .25 square miles, but its history goes all the way back to 1835 when U.S. Congressman Lewis Maxwell mapped out the town. However, it wouldn't be incorporated until May 27, 1907. The name is a tribute to Maxwell's mother, Jane Lewis. One of the town's most famous citizens was General Joseph Andrew Jackson Lightburn, who served with the Union during the Civil War and returned to the area afterwards to preach. 

Although there was more to see, we literally only had a few minutes to snap some pictures downtown. I was bummed to see that the local museum, known as the Old Harness Shop, was not open to the public that day. This would be a trend on this trip, but more on that later. Our goal was to make it to Weston by 11 am so that we could purchase our tickets and look around a little before the 12pm Paranormal Daytime Tour at the iconic Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum. 

Jane Lew Town Hall

I had been a little nervous on the short drive between Jane Lew and Weston. That area of the state had recently suffered some major flood damage, and I was concerned that it would affect our tour. Fortunately, the asylum had received minimal damage, which was cleaned up by the time we arrived. It's always a surreal experience to pull into town and see the hospital looming in the distance. It's even wilder to make the drive through the gate, realizing that for many, that same drive meant months or even years of misery. Too many would never make the drive out while alive. And some would never truly leave. 

That's why we were there. I've been on the overnight public investigations. As a family, we've taken the historical daytime tours. This time, we were combining the history with the paranormal for a daytime paranormal tour. I had wanted to take this tour LAST year when we made a quick stop at TALA on our way to Cass, but I was afraid my body couldn't handle it. 

Hydrotherapy

I guess we probably should have looked at the website a little closer, because the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum opened its doors at 11:30am, NOT 11 like we thought. So, we filled out our waivers online, took some outdoor photos, and waited patiently for the doors to open.

The cost of your tour ticket also includes access to the extensive museum on the first floor. Over the years, we have watched these museum exhibits expand to really become an unrivaled resource into the history of mental health. While such a topic will always be controversial when it comes to exploitation vs. education, I truly believe that TALA does a wonderful job. The history of mental illness and its treatments aren't sugar coated. Patients are remembered with dignity. You could spend hours and not truly see all the exhibits. But, we saw a lot of it!

TALA Ward

We browsed the museum for a bit before our tour started. It started right on time and was led by Kaylee, who was an awesome tour guide. She was knowledgeable and personable and a wonderful storyteller. As a paranormal investigator and tour guide, she has had plenty of experiences herself, and noted that activity could happen any time. In fact, there had been plenty of guests on daytime tours that have had experiences.

The tour lasted 90 minutes and covered all four floors. Therefore, we got a sampling of the most famous ghosts of the asylum, but unfortunately, there wasn't a lot of time to really get too in-depth. Still, it was a good introduction. I don't want to give too many spoilers, but we heard the stories about Jane Harvey, Lily, Dean Metheny, Frank and Larry, and others. We walked outside and briefly talked about the infamous grotesques and some of the hauntings associated with the other buildings on the property.

Dean's Room

On some floors, we were given a few extra minutes to roam around on our own, which was an especially nice bonus. We got TONS of pictures (you can find them on my Theresa's Haunted History FB page). On several occasions, I'm pretty sure I saw someone or something shadowy darting in and out of rooms. The best part was that my son was super interested and has requested that I bring him back for an overnight investigation! 

Visiting the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum is always an emotional experience for me. I had one aunt who worked there as a hairdresser. I also had a great-aunt who was a patient multiple times and even received electroshock therapy. Dealing with my own issues with severe depression and anxiety, I realize that if I was born a few decades earlier, I would have likely been a patient there myself. The whole place is more than just a haunted building to me. Obviously, I love the haunted history, but I'm so glad we have this preserved building and a whole team of professionals dedicated to keeping its story alive so that we never make the same mistakes again. 

Stay tuned for Part 2 when I cover the rest of Day 1 of our epic West Virginia Road Trip! 

The Elk River Cuttlefish

Elk River at Addison, WV (Webster Springs)
Source: City Data

Back in 1946, newspapers across West Virginia were eager to run a story about an octopus found in Thomas, WV. Found by a couple of children, at least two of these creatures were uncovered in the Blackwater River, with up to six more being seen swimming through the cold, turbulent waters. But this wasn't the first time a similar marine creature would be found in a West Virginia River.

In 1875, a cuttlefish was allegedly making its home in the Elk River in the Addison/Webster Springs area!

According to an article in the Weston Democrat dated 15 November 1875, two brothers were in their skiff, going down the Elk River. Mr. James Andrew Thorpe (who had recently been suggested to serve as the Sergeant at Arms for the State Senate) and his brother, Zachariah, had just passed an area of the river known as Blue Hole, rumored to be so deep that it was practically bottomless. They were approaching a fish reservoir built by Samuel Given, landlord of the Addison Hotel. 

Suddenly, their attention was drawn to a loud noise and splashing. That's when they saw a horrific creature just tearing it up in the fish reservoir. The creature's body was the size of a barrel. Its eyes were "large, bright, and horrid." It had a horny jaw resembling a hawk's beak. And, it had multiple sucker-covered arms, 8-10 feet in length.

These arms were used to push itself through the water, its head trailing behind. As it noticed the brothers, it grabbed a nearby tree branch and swung itself, Tarzan-style through the air at them. Luckily, James was able to grab an axe and chop off two of the creature's limbs, which plopped down into their boat. 

After rowing to safety, the brothers brought the limbs to P.F. Duffy's store. The idea was to have them taxidermized and sent off with several other local oddities to Philadelphia for the upcoming Centennial celebration. Meanwhile, a few of the townspeople vowed to catch this local devil, and others pondered on the debate as to whether the creature's existence indicated the possibility of subterranean streams and lakes.  As the Addison/Webster Springs area is known for its hot springs and various salt sulfur wells, it wouldn't be too much of a stretch! 

Article: Freshwater Octopus in Thomas, WV

The Weston Democrat
15 November 1875