#its like the hills have eyes out here its like deliverance all of these scary mean inbred hillbillies with no teeth and old cars ew ew eww

[isa-ah]

the exhausting slog of listening to anecdotal horror stories where rednecks are continually villified even if they dont do anything. "he was just so creepy... one of those fat mullet redneck types" ok and? ok and? and? ok? and the premise of the story is he smiled at you in passing? ok? and? there was one by someone who lived in the same kind of area i grew up but they were very proud to say they were middle class so you can imagine how many digs they took at the broke people around them that are systemically left to rot by the government. wow he only had two teeth? and theyre brown? are you going to step down out of your gold plated horse drawn carriage to pay for this man to go to a dentist? bc he sure as fuck couldnt afford to even if he wanted to. oh that guys fat? hes fat AND he has a mullet? doesnt he know only skinny middle class gen z kids are allowed to have those? what a disgusting perv. dont even get me started on old men who, oh god. wear flannel and have a truck. jesus fucking christ put them down already

[whitepolaris]

Weird Encounters on Black Star Canyon Road-Irvine

It seems that the very moniker Black Star long ago destined this place to inspire unease. The name was derived innocently enough from the Black Star Mining Company, which started operations here when a coal deposit was discovered in the canyon in 1878. Elsewhere in the area are the remains of an Indian settlement with ancient metate grinding holes and fire rings. 

Black Star Canyon is listed as a nice day hike in the Orange County register of parks, but of course the recreation department doesn’t readily admit to the strange goings-on in this tree- and brush-choked canyon. Sometimes in the last few decades, squatters moved in, and the authorities seemed content to let them stay. Today, however, reports from hikers and mountain bikers sound like something out of Deliverance. A toothless, bearded character called Black Star Bill accosts “trespassers” on the fire road and chases them away, and assorted crazies roam the area with shotguns and a mean look in their eyes. One mountain bikers warned visitors not to park at the fire road gate, lest they return to slashed tires and smashed windows. 

Robert Lawrence went hunting in Black Star when he was a teenager in 1995 and provided this chilling account: We got very scared and headed for the car. Before we got there, we looked up at the an exposed area on the side of the canyon and both of us saw a sight I will never forget. 

We both saw the same thing: a group of some kind of creatures walking together. They were all black, and seemed almost to walk in formation. We both were reminded of penguins by the way they walked. They headed down the hillside a ways, and stopped. After a brief interval, they all headed down the hill and stopped again. 

I estimated the height of these things to have been about two feet tall, with an outline that suggested an upright creature, like a penguin or something. I know it sounds bizarre, but that is what they looked like. We were stupefied. After watching these things a while, one of us finally said that they were after us and that we had to get out of there. We then ran to the car, fearing for our lives. 

But the game was not up when we got to the car. When my friend tried to start it, nothing happened. He turned the key a few times, but nothing. Finally, it turned over once or twice, and a loud popping noise came from the engine compartment, followed by black smoke that drifted up from under the hood. We opened the hood and looked at the engine, but there was no fire, and nothing looked amiss. We turn it again, and it started. 

Black Star Squatters Don’t Like Company

From the gate, ride about one mile on semi-paved road. You will come to a fork, marked by a septic tank. Stop here, rest, drop off the kids, whatever. The important thing is that the next stretch is a sprint. Head right, sprint past the house on the right! These are squatters; they DO NOT LIKE VISITORS! Most times they have a roadblock set up. Just get past them before they come out and throw things at you. -Anonymous

Release the Hounds!

I would be careful, because when we got to the house on the right, they let these dogs go and they chased us all the way back to our cars. -Britney

The Vanishing Car of Black Star

Me and my friends went up to Black Star to see if all the scary stories were true. We arrived at the trail at eight at night. All fearing the worst, none of us wanted to get out of the car. After a couple of trips back, we saw something weird. As we were driving to the RV area, a car stopped a couple of yards behind us. Feeling that something strange going on, we turned back. Coming back, the car continued its route as soon as it saw our headlights. Wanting to know where this strange car was going, we did a U-turn and followed it. We must have been no more than six yards behind it when all of a sudden it vanished and tire marks were apparent on the road. Scared, we turned back and went home. -Tescano

Beware the Black Star Toothless

I have run into different guys that had guns and thought it would be fun to shoot off a few over our heads. This happened only once, but don’t go alone. Watch out for the Toothless. . . . Park outside the gates, never inside if they are open. Head up past the house on the right fast and silently. They’re not squatters, but have lived there for a long time and are armed with shotguns!!! Beware. -Madjax

Witchcraft and Worse, Under the Stars

There are stories of weird things that happen on the Black Star Canyon Road in Tustin-stories of witchcraft under the stars and KKK rituals. I went there on my prom night and was scared out of my mind. It was pitch-black out there. I couldn’t see a thing. I saw a tree off the road, painted half black and the other half was white, as well as a halfway underground church. 

My friend and his buddy went there another time. There is an opening in the fence, somewhere off the road, that reveals a trail. The trail leads to an abandoned campfire where the suspected rituals take place. When I went, there was still smoke coming from the fire. I had seven friends with me. We got scared and ran back to the car. When my friend went, he claimed that he was chased by a gang of guys on motorcycles. They found a cave and hid from the gang. He still says it really happened. My friend is the kind of person that would admit a joke after a few minutes. It’s been three years and he still sticks to his story.  -Alex

Animals Act Human in Black Star Canyon

There is a story about the Indians who used to live in the back hills of Orange. They say the Indians were all massacred late in the night by Spanish soldiers. Now people say that there are angry spirits and when you walk along Black Star canyon Road you feel as if someone is watching you. 

One day after eating dinner with some friends, we were talking about Black Star, so we drove out to the canyon. We parked our cars on the side of the road because the entrance to the canyon is block so you have to walk to get in. We were there for no more than 30 minutes, and it started to feel as if were being watched, so we made it to the beginning of this small hill and then we heard this noise. It sounded like heavy thumping in the ground like someone was bouncing a basketball on a sidewalk. Then up this hill we saw this dark figure making its way down to us. We all freaked out and ran out of there as fast as we could. On the way out in our car, we felt like something was watching us leave the canyon. It was very creepy. 

People have said that the animals act as if they are humans, making odd noises. They act like they are immortal-nothing hurts some of them. The crows will follow you. Local legend also says that there are devil worshippers who roam in the canyon road and there are homemade NO TRESPASSING signs at the beginning of some trails. -Pamela S. Richard

Night Ride on Black Star Road

This story is about Black Star Canyon Road is southern California. In order to get there, you would have to keep driving down Chapman until you pass the redneck houses, then drive for miles until you reach a barren area at the foot of the hills. At that point, the road will have slimmed down to a barely a two-way street. 

One late at night, a carload of us went driving down there because we had heard about Black Star from so many people. It wasn’t the driver’s first time, so he knew his way around. So we kept driving and driving, anticipating any weird things we might come across. The headlights were the only source of light for embossed on the mountains we got there, the more visible a large white cross Klansmen, who have their headquarters there. 

Not really paying attention to which way we were going, we ended up going down a street that led farther into the canyon. Because we were on edge, we couldn’t help but pay attention to the small details of our surroundings. I noticed that the trees were moving a lot more than they should be. There was no wind that chilly summer night. It was as if people were running alongside us to catch up with us and as an effect, the branches close to eye level were shaking really violently. My cousin floored it and we couldn’t make a U0turn anyway. We kept going and going and in some parts of the woods, it was really terrifying. We reached the end of the road and there was enough dirt at the shoulders to make a U-turn, finally. 

Mid-U-turn, we acknowledged that there was a noose hanging above the ground and it looked like it had been there for a while. It was over a platform or anything. We lowered our tinted windows to get a better look and noticed a very strong burning smell, like something was on fire. None of us could identify the smell. We pulled out of there so fast and didn’t even slow down for the little rabbits that dart across the road every other mile or so. 

In order to get back to the actual Black Star Road, we had to cross over a smell, feeble bridge that rested over the dead and shallow canyon. Just after we crossed, my cousins aw a big black coal rock next to the damaged BLACK STAR street sign. It was so out of place and stood out so my cousin made my sister get out of the car and pick it up because he wanted to take it home. He asked me first but I couldn’t even move because I was so scared. There was no way I was getting out.

After that, he had the worst luck. He lost his apartment, his girlfriend dumped him, and big problems surfaced at his work. Plus, his mom got really sick, all within a week. After he took the rock because to where he found it, everything seemed to go back to normal. -Beebee Agache