Hays Cemetery

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Hays Cemetery, aka Main Street Graveyard, is said to be home to a “devil’s child” because of a plant that grows in the shape of a pitchfork on her grave. Visiting is not recommended at night, as much of the area is private property and you could be arrested for trespassing.

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Geographic Information

Address:
675E and 900N
Wilkinson, IN
United States

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GPS:
39.9197017479829, -85.6820130651123
County:
Hancock County, Indiana
Nearest Towns:
Wilkinson, IN (4.5 mi.)
Markleville, IN (5.4 mi.)
Shirley, IN (5.9 mi.)
Pendleton, IN (6.4 mi.)
Ingalls, IN (7.0 mi.)
Kennard, IN (8.7 mi.)
Fortville, IN (8.8 mi.)
Greenfield, IN (10.4 mi.)
Cadiz, IN (10.6 mi.)
Greensboro, IN (11.9 mi.)

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Please note: It is your responsibility to acquire appropriate permissions before investigating any location listed on this site. Private property should be respected at all times, as should all posted signs concerning trespassing, hours of operation and other local regulations. Many "ghost hunters" have been arrested because they failed to contact property owners and/or local authorities ahead of time.

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  1. Ryan Bullerwell  |  

    I have a photo I took while approaching the bridge right next to the cemetery. Clearly, the apparitions are in the middle of the bridge, so that crosses out the thought of it maybe being any road signs, etc. This looks like a man and a woman crossing the bridge arm in arm. I’ve had this picture for years and still talk about it and still try to debunk it. I’m a firm believer in ghosts, maybe that’s what it is.

  2. I just went with my friend, and it was around 11:30 PM. We pulled through the cemetery in the car, and as we were pulling up through the road to the side of the graveyard, we thought we saw something weird in the ravine below, so I put it in reverse, and right when I shined my lights on whatever it was, something slammed the right side of my car loudly, like a rock hit it. It left marks on my window. I gunned it out of there and flew down the road so fast I pretty much broke my car. I was in so much shock I was in tears. I felt something was angry at me when that happened. When I got out to look, there were scratch marks on my car. I have tried to think of something plausible or an explanation for what happened, but I can’t.

  3. I’ve been to Main Street many times with my paranormal team. I never seemed to get any activity on the bridge, but the graveyard is however haunted. I’ve been pushed down and have gotten voices on recordings. One time, we saw a tall figure at the edge of the forest with yellow eyes and what seemed to be pointy ears. Once we shined our light on it then it disappeared. After not seeing anything for a minute or so then we heard a god-awful screech/growl that shook us to our core. I never returned after that night. Be careful because cops do watch this place. I’ve been busted a few times.

  4. Who do I need to contact to get permission to go out here? I’ve been several times when I was a teenager but I’d like to take my stepson. Trying to do this the right way lol

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