Hello, my name is Weiss Jenkins, I am a bored man who has lived in this county for about 100% of my life as I am writing this. I have found interest in the local urban legends, creatures, cryptids, whatnots, and stories that this place REFUSES to pay attention to. It pisses me off to no end. So I intend on writing about my findings, field research, and overall shenanigans and experience in looking into these legends that my hometown wants to cover up or even deny the existence of.
What I am doing is dangerous, do not attempt to recreate or investigate unless you TRULY understand the dangers behind these things, as small as some of these legends can be, nothing is more scarier than a human with no regard for your safety.
-Physical (A physical being in the physical world, simple as that)
-Mental (A bit more complicated, it could be a trick on the mind, a memory, etc. But one thing is clear, it isn't physical)
-Outer (This is the most dangerous or the safest depending on who you ask, these are beings that we cannot understand, such as ghosts)
-1 (Cannot hurt you in any way, shape, or form)
-2 (Only slightly hurt you, won't kill you in any way, but could maybe do damage)
-3 (Can and will kill you on the spot, do not interact with it, if you can help it)
Type: Mental (Physical?)
Danger: 1
DESC: At night, a disembodied voice located at Market Street that "appears" behind you and whistles, what tune it whistles is unknown. You can however, call it to you by whistling yourself, again if there is any tune that should or should not be whistled is unknown. One day I decided to ask a stranger about any urban legends in town, an old lady who was a local for 30+ years, she described the whistler and where it was located and what time it appears. So after picking up my boyfriend I took us to Waffle House for some food, we went together and whistled, to no luck, or maybe our luck, we didn't hear anyone whistle back. But my boyfriend might have an answer to what The Whistler could be, it could be someone whistling back in response to someone whistling by themselves. Or in a more interesting way, anyone who seeks out the whistler, becomes the whistler.
Type: Physical
Danger: 1 (Previously 2, possibly 3)
DESC: A scientology cult located in Silvermont Manor, this cult was disbanded and the leader was supposedly arrested in 2004, so any remnants of this cult has to be long gone from now, 20+ years later. The reason why members and the leader of this cult were arrested were due to the crime they commited, being that they would sacrifice Brevard's beloved white squirrels behind the manor, if you go off of the marked hiking trail you can find this location, being a set of trees next to a bench that leave enough room in the center. Some say that on every July 2nd, sounds can be heard behind the manor. I have no experience involving the cult myself but if you ask the right people, you can find some accounts of those who knew about it.
Type: Outer
Danger: 1-3 (Spirits can vary)
DESC: Near the Transylvania County Regional Hospital, there is a church that spans a massive parking lot, but the main focus are the three buildings, especially the middle building in-between the storage and main church. That building in particular is haunted, no one knows why but it clearly is on multiple accounts, I just so happen to have personal experience. About 2012, I was in cub scouts, meeting up with my friends and having a good time until we noticed a blood stain in the carpet, a pretty sizable one as well. No matter what we did we couldn't convince our parents that it was blood, but it very much was, the color, the smell, it was almost fresh. Objects would push or fall over as well, it's standard ghost shenanigans.
Type: Physical
Danger: 1-3 (Varies as it is a human)
DESC: There is a man who walks from Wilson Rd to Cherrywood Ln in a completely drunken stupor, who he is or what his name is are completely unknown, however some things remain clear, he wears a grey hoodie, jeans, and he reeks of alcohol. According to rumors, he died back in 2021 and his son is picking up what he has been doing, it's like a family curse when you think about it. Story: I've had an encounter with The Drunkard before when I was 12 years old, I was waiting at my mailbox for a package to arrive, watching vines on my phone until I heard rustling in the woods. A man, his face obscured, grey hoodie, jeans, and a horrid smell, stumbled towards me, reaching out to grab me. I ran up my driveway as fast as I could, not looking back one bit. Days after I would find signs of someone living in my woods, empty plastic bottles periodically filled with water, used rusted beartraps, and torn clothes. I sometimes wonder where he is now.
Type: Mental
Danger: 1
DESC: Every now and then, along Brevard Rd, you can hear a low, almost metallic, roar from nowhere. It wasn't my car that made this sound because my car is perfectly healthy. I still wonder if there is an actual origin to this sound but I can only guess that it could be something to do with maybe the abandoned trains? I truly don’t know. I know that back in the day there was an online trend called "The Hum" (Goose Boose covered something similar ) but this isn't a video, this was something I experienced myself. Maybe one day I can come across it again.
Type: Outer
Danger: 1 (As far as I know)
DESC: During the Civil War, a (theorized) Yankee man amongst a group of soldiers that were camping alongside the Williamson creek, were found by Confederate officers who were sent to investigate the site. Upon being found, the soldiers were killed by the officers without a second thought, one of them being beheaded but the head was never found, they were buried shortly after being killed. Shortly since then, locals have reported the sighting of a man with his head missing near Glen Cannon Falls at night or even along Williamson Creek Rd during the fogggy mornings.
Type: Physical
Danger: 1 (It is a location)
DESC: I love the Brevard Music Center, I went to a charter school that used it as it's campus for a while so it holds a soft spot in my heart. But one thing is for certain and that is that there is a darker history behind it's prestigous guise. Whether it is the mysterious laughter of teenagers in 1998 or the tragic and wrongful death of Edna Glaze in 1996 that the town refuses to truly pay respect to her (They built a shiny new playground next to her memorial playground instead of refurbishing it). Honestly just going to the Music Center makes me feel like I am being watched. If you ever are in the area please visit Edna's memorial playground, even if it is just to just sit there.
Type: Outer
Danger: 3
DESC: A local Cherokee legend. The ghost of a beautiful and tall dark haired woman who sings at night to lure in those tempted by how she appears, only to brutally drown them with her hands covered in scales and fingers tipped with claws. Stories consist of men losing all senses of self, to almost mechanically move towards her in a trance, however some stories differ in how and where she appears, sometimes with "moss" as her hair, or a gaping void where her eyes should be. Some stories also claim that you can hear laughing after she takes another victim. I have no personal experience with this legend and I don't intend on it.
Type: Outer
Danger: 1-3 (Depending on how unlucky you are)
DESC: This is something that isn't easily explained, it is a ghost, sometimes it isn't, within the 60 seconds of 7:00pm to 7:01pm. A creature awakens to cause anyone from any background any disturbance or trouble it can cause within those 60 seconds. Maybe it is a curse, maybe it is just coincidence, but one thing is for certain, no one is safe from this being of unknown origin. Apparently, to avoid being targeted by the shenanigans involved all you need to do is out loud say "The 7 O' Clock Creature is here" and nothing will happen, because once nothing happens, no one will believe you, that is the trouble it will give you in that instance.