The haunting of Archer Avenue

Elliot Sheets

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Elliot Sheets

The entry way to the infamous Resurrection Cemetery on the outskirts of Chicago

It may not be the Amityville horror, or the haunting of Connecticut, but Archer Avenue is rooted in legends of specters and spirits. The street itself is just well, a street, yet in reality this twisted avenue is known to hold some of the most haunted experiences Illinois has to offer. It begins in Lock port and winds all the way north into the edge of Chicago’s China Town. 

The source of the hauntings however are much older than most think. Supposedly, Archer Avenue was built on a Ley line. Lines that long forgotten groups of people drew between important monuments of the time. 

These lines are said to channel all of the earth’s energy both spiritual and alive around the planet, like rivers of surging spectral energy. This has led many to believe that building on this Ley line has caused the roads history of hauntings, which began as early as 1934. 

The most famous of the roads specters is Resurrection Mary. 

Mary is said to be a woman who was on her way to a ball and was hit by an oncoming driver which resulted in her death. There have been dozens of reports of Mary hitching rides with drivers and then simply vanishing into the Resurrection Cemetery near Chicago. There has been no explanations for why this happens and no malicious intent has been heard of when speaking of the spirit. 

Personally, whilst driving down this avenue with friends, no spirits or ghostly apparitions were seen, just flickering light poles and the incessant stream of rain against the windshield. There was a certain sense of uneasiness as the roads history replayed in the back of my mind. However, this does not prove or disprove the hauntings of Archer Avenue. 

Perhaps the spirits were just hiding from rain that day, or maybe they were never there in the first place. We may never know what connection this road has to the world of spirits or the other side, yet while driving I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. As the hairs on my neck stood on end.