Real Haunted Houses in Wisconsin



The railroad tracks off 72nd St.

Plover, United States, Wisconsin

One day, a young mother lost her two sons near these railroad tracks. After desperately attempting to locate them, she became so saddened that she laid her body on the railroad tracks and waited to be killed. A moment before the train came, the boys jumped out the bushes where they were hiding just in time to witness their mother being killed. The boys were later admitted to a mental institution and can be seen walking along the tracks every July as restless spirits.

Restaurant

Plover, United States, Wisconsin

It is said that in this former house a young baby was killed. Allegedly, when no one is in the building, a light will suddenly come on in the office–formerly a bedroom–the bedroom in which the baby was killed. It is also said that sometimes glasses move around the bar and even shatter on their own.

Haugey Lauge Church

Perry Township, United States, Wisconsin

It is said that here lightning has struck twice, once killing a woman; she now haunts the church. There have been reports of distant screaming and many other strange noises. Others say that a swing located on a tree bearing the woman’s name swings when the wind is calm.

Nashotah House Seminary

Nashotah, United States, Wisconsin

The grounds of this Episcopal seminary have been inhabited since the 1500s, and have been inhabited by a ghost since the mid-1700s. When an acolyte to the Episcopal priesthood attended this seminary, his wife had an affair with the Dean. To accommodate this affair, the woman hanged her husband; it was ruled a suicide, however. Since committing suicide is a mortal sin, the acolyte was buried in a cornfield rather than the cemetery. On her deathbed, the cheating wife confessed to her crime. The seminary wished to rightfully bury the body, so they exhumed the casket only to find that it was empty. It is said that the acolyte still haunts the grounds trying to get justice.

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Menasha, United States, Wisconsin

During the 1920s, a young boy ventured up the attic of this house to retrieve his missing pet. While there, he became tangled in a rope and was strangled to death. His mother came upstairs to find him, only to see his dreadfully dark blue skin. He was buried the next day. Supposedly, his spirit returns to the attic every September 18; the date of his death.