#grafton ghost town

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[wiltking]

grafton ghost town, UT

[john-gregg-studios]

“Grafton Cemetery” The town of Grafton Utah is now a ghost town out side of Rockville.In 1866 Grafton had year.

January 18, 1866 John William York 10 years Diphtheria

January 25, 1866 Asa Uriah York 3 years Diphtheria

January 25, 1866 James Jasper York 5 years Diphtheria

February 9, 1866 Frances Ann Field 7 years Diphtheria (Daughter)

February 9, 1866 Sarah Ann Brook Field 37 years Diphtheria (Mother)

February 1866 Sarah Ellen Field 5 years Diphtheria (Daughter)

February 15, 1866 Loretta A. Russell 14 years Accident Swing Broke

February 15,1866 Elizabeth H. Woodbury 13 years Accident Swing Broke

April 2, 1866 Robert M. Berry 24 years Killed by Indians (Brother of Joseph)

April 2, 1866 Isabella Hales Berry 20 years Killed by Indians (Robert Wife)

April 2, 1866 Joseph S. Berry 22 years Killed by Indians (Brother of Robert)

August 4, 1866 George Judson Andrus 1 year Scarlet Fever

September 1, 1866 Medora Andrus 6 months Scarlet Fever

1866 Else Marie Bybee 45 years Unknown

Robert Madison Berry, 24, his wife Mary Isabella Hales Berry, 20, and brother Joseph Smith Berry, 22, were killed by Navajo raiders.

Many headstones are missing in the cemetery. It’s believed 74 to 84 graves exist. The cemetery also includes Southern Paiute.

#johngregg #johngreggstudios #grafton #utah #cemetery #graftoncemetery #photography

[ham-and-cheese-studios]

Grafton, UT but with a lil ghost story O_O

More Grafton pics but when I went upstairs, I felt like I brushed past a veil of cool air. I stopped and turn back towards it and felt it still before it wafted away. So I wandered around the upstairs again, just saying "hello" and "I enter with good intent" just in case there was someone there. Before I went back downstairs, I felt compelled to turn around and hold out my hand. When I did, I felt an invisible weight enter my palm, like someone was gently holding my hand. I said "thank you" and "goodbye" and eventually felt the weight lift. And that was about it for the town of Grafton. It's a shame you can't visit it at night but if I ever got the opportunity to go back, I definitely would :)

Taken on my Kodak EasyShare C533

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False Haven by Rebecca Rook #YAHorror

False Haven

Rebecca Rook

Genre: Young Adult Horror

Publisher: Hellebore House

Date of Publication: February 13, 2024

ISBN: Print: 979-8-9894253-2-7 

ISBN: e-book: 979-8-9894253-3-4

ASIN: B0CNDX3SBY

Number of pages: 250

Word Count: 60,000

Cover Artist: Paper & Sage Designs

Tagline: Her last chance may end her life.

Book Description:

Seventeen-year-old Vivienne Barston’s life has fallen apart.

With her mother recently dead, her father disappears into his grief – leaving Viv to deal with her sadness and anger alone. To cope, Viv turns to destructive behaviors like petty vandalism, and after a disturbing stint in a juvenile detention center frightens her, Viv agrees to a court mandated service opportunity designed to expunge her record. The deal: work for six weeks with a trail conservation crew in the rural woods of southern Oregon, and she’ll be free with a clean slate.

She knows it’s her last chance to fix her life.

When Viv arrives at the small town of Hard Luck, Oregon, she meets her motley crewmates, all with troubles of their own. The unusual group travels to Grafton Stake, a remote and derelict former asylum with a haunted history–and now Viv must face the ghosts of the past while fighting for her future.

Amazon

Excerpt:

Five faces looked up at her entrance: two girls and three guys. They sat around a conference table in office chairs that were sleek, professional, and out of place in the rustic lodge. An open box of cheap pastries rested at the center of the table, surrounded by water bottles, sodas, and napkins. A pile of hiker’s backpacks rested in the corner of the room. Viv cast the others a quick glance, then placed her pack next to the pile. She picked a chair at the end of the table, closest to the door.

Viv found five pairs of eyes studying her. She felt grubby after a long day on public transportation and tried not to squirm under the scrutiny.

“What’s your name?” one of the girls demanded.

“Viv.” She didn’t inquire about their names. None of them were there to make friends.

The girl who had demanded Viv’s name opened her mouth to say more but was interrupted by the arrival of a woman in her thirties with thin black hair pulled into a low ponytail, nut-brown skin, and a stocky, muscular build. The woman walked with authority and purpose, her shoulders back and her head upright, and when she came to a stop at the head of the conference table, she cast an assessing gaze over Viv.

“You must be Vivienne.” It wasn’t a question.

Viv nodded.

“Welcome.” The woman didn’t smile. “I’m Helen Whiteaker, and I run this program. You will report to me for the duration of your time here.” Helen’s dark eyes held a steel promise of order.

Viv found herself sitting up a bit straighter.

Helen swept a glance around the room. “We’re all here, so let’s start.” She then eyed the pastries in the center of the table. “I’d eat those if I were you. Our meals over the next six weeks won’t be spectacular.”

One of the boys reached for a Danish.

This seemed to satisfy Helen. “Welcome to the Conservation Corps for Teens. Let’s discuss what you’re here to work on for the next six weeks. At the direction of the Bureau of Land Management and the local county council, we’ll be providing the grunt labor for the demolition and cleanup of Grafton Stake, a local institution with several old buildings. We will also build a trail system, campsites, and recreational day sites around the area. The goal of our work is to help create a park-like setting for a future campground and visitor’s center.” Helen paused. “Does anyone have questions?”

No one responded. The boy with the Danish ate loudly, without closing his mouth. Viv winced at the sight, then looked away. The squelching noise turned her stomach.

Helen eyed Danish Boy with a flicker of amusement in her eyes before continuing. “We have a tight schedule and will need to work fast. We work eight hours a day, every Monday through Friday, with lunches and breaks. Weekends will be spent at the campsite, or in town for short durations.”

Helen paused again and looked around the conference room with her eyebrows raised. When no one said anything, she sighed. “I’m going to be blunt: none of you are here because you want to be here.”

Viv felt the impact of the words like a dash of cold water across the face. She saw the others react, too, shifting uncomfortably in their seats or staring at the floor or the ceiling.

Helen stared at the table. “For various legal and privacy reasons, I do not know the specifics of why you are here, but I will not tolerate any insubordination or disruption on my team. If you misbehave, I will ship you home without a second chance. This is a job. You will be paid a stipend at the end of the six weeks—or a prorated amount for the time you’ve spent in this program. I expect professional behavior from each of you, towards me and towards each other.

That means no sex, no drugs, no shit talking, and no fights.”

The conference room was still. Viv’s stomach roiled with anxiety. She almost admired how efficiently Helen had asserted control over the group.

“Really?” Helen cast a skeptical glance around the room. “No questions at all?”

About the Author:

Rebecca Rook is a hard of hearing person who designs tabletop games, manages a little free library dedicated to sequential art and comics, and lives in the Pacific Northwest with two wonderful dogs. A 2021-2022 Hugo House Fellow in Seattle, WA, she also attended the 2021 Tin House YA Fiction Workshop in Portland, OR. Prior to this, she completed the wonderful Yearlong Workshop for Young Adult and Middle Grade Fiction at Hugo House. She writes young adult fiction in the fantasy, thriller, and horror genres.

Website: https://www.byrebeccarook.com/ 

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/byrebeccarook

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/stores/author/B0CM1GVVY2

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/45848659.Rebecca_Rook

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[unitedstatesghosttowns]

As a historic settlement nestled near the magnificent Zion National Park, Grafton, Utah, is a picturesque ghost town that has stood the test of time.

[americancattlemensassn]

I'm tryna find some haunted stuff in and around Zion National Park and all the search results are for the Grafton Ghost Town. And sure, that's on my list, but there's gotta be more!!! Tell me about the paranormal activity of Zion, internet!!!

[searchingseries]

Abigail is the child ghost seen and heard at the haunted Ruebel Hotel in Grafton, Illinois. I decided to take a walk around the hotel to search for her. The Ruebel Hotel opened in 1879 as the top hotel with the largest saloon in the river town of Grafton, Illinois. Today, it is one of the most haunted hotels in the United States.

[illusionstravels]

grafton ghost town, springdale, utah

[travelsinstaffordshire]

Grafton Ghost Town | Abandoned Mormon Settlement | Utah | USA | HD

[asighttoseetravel]

Grafton Ghost Town

For our first stop in Utah I went to check out Grafton Ghost Town, right outside of Zion National Park!

📍Grafton Ghost Town / Springdale, Utah 📷

This town has been abandoned since the last residents left in 1944. When this town was first being established around 1860, they had major flooding problems and were not on a very good section of the river, having to dredge out their clogged irrigation system weekly. 

Threats of attack also caused most people to move to areas near by and eventually no one was left... 

Its a really cool place to walk around and explore, and on BEAUTIFUL land! Its a shame about the rain though, other wise I might've taken up shop!

You can actually go into the old houses while exploring! All of them except the church, but honestly the houses were the coolest buildings to explore anyway.

Its crazy to walk around a place that you knew used to be so busy and full of life and hear dead silence. It’s what walking through history feels like.

Would you explore this abandoned ghost town?

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L’histoire de l’Utah

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Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid George Roy Hill. 1969

Bicycle ride Grafton Ghost Town, Springdale, Utah 84767, USA See in map

See in imdb

Bonus: also in this location

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Grafton Cemetery

Grafton Cemetery 2021 John Gregg Studios “Grafton Cemetery” The town of Grafton Utah is now a ghost town out side of Rockville.In 1866 Grafton had year. January 18, 1866 John William York 10 years Diphtheria January 25, 1866 Asa Uriah York 3 years Diphtheria January 25, 1866 James Jasper York 5 years Diphtheria February 9, 1866 Frances Ann Field 7 years Diphtheria (Daughter) February 9,…

[ham-and-cheese-studios]

Grafton, UT A ghost town. The orbs are just dust... or are they? ;) Taken on my Kodak EasyShare C533

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"Alonzo Russell's Legacy" - www.waynestadlerphotography.com