24. The Strange Case of Scenic Drive

There’s nothing unusual about the house on Scenic Drive.  Scenic Drive, itself, is quiet. On one side of the street is a wooded lot where people often walk their dogs.  On the other side are long, over-sized brick ranches.  And this one is no different.  It sits at the top of a hill and has, by all accounts, a cheerful disposition.

Still, most dogs still won’t go in the front yard.  There’s a way that the hillside is cut away that suggests something hidden and you’d think that the dogs would be curious, but they’re not.  Most will, if given the opportunity, cross the street to avoid going too close.

It is, strangely enough, the old bear cave. When the zoo was out here, this is where the bears were.

And the story goes that they will still follow you, the bears.

It’s a rite of passage for Lipscomb students to walk, alone, in the dark down that street, starting at Glendale Lane, and heading north.  If you are brave enough, your friends will wait for you where Scenic hooks to the right and becomes Tower Place, and cheer you on.

Most kids never get that far. They say they hear the noises coming from the cave and they either turn back towards Glendale or, if they are too far, they’ll scramble through the wooded lot, back towards campus.

This has lead to a companion ghost story, of a lone young college student, who, if female, had just gotten engaged and was walking to her parents’ home to tell the the news when she was hit by a car.  So violent was the impact that the ring went flying and was never recovered.  Or, if male, that he was walking to hisbeloved’s parent’s home to ask them for her hand in marriage when he was hit by a car. And so on.

In either case, it is said that, if you drive down Scenic at night, often you see him or her walking slowly down the street, searching for that ring.

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2 thoughts on “24. The Strange Case of Scenic Drive

  1. I’m not sure this story works, but I love the idea of there being two groups of people who hear two different stories about the same area and, unbeknown to each other, each story reinforces the other one. One group is the strange growl for the other group who is the ghostly affianced for the first.

    On a side note, I read that Granny White, who the pike you can see on the map is named after, is the wife of the guy White’s Creek is named after. They have kind of been haunting my stories unnoticed by me until just now.

  2. Very interesting story! I don’t live too far from there, and I used to run down there. A few times I had my dog with me; she didn’t seem to know about the bear cave story because she loved running around there with me.

    Here’s an odd fact: the place my dogs absolutely hate is Radnor Lake. They are nervous and freaked out whenever I take them out there, such that I won’t put them through the trauma anymore. I always wondered why, wondered if it had something to do with Radnor being an old hunting grounds.

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