I write this in autumn, that time of year for spooks, zombies, and ghouls. When homes are decked with jack-o'-lanterns and cobwebs, evening orange, arsenic white, rot black; and people are out seeking cheap terror at haunted hoochies, haunted corn fields, or haunted parks. But few dare experience the real thing--and fewer yet the most real of all, walking down where the Mooney's murder took place, down Walhalla Ravine-- in the dead of night.
The macabre of tales, though, do not tarnish the splendid wonder of the place in the day. It is a forest; a lost forest, there among the preplanned homes of Clintonville and the bustle of High street. It attracts many runners, hikers, and outdoor enthusiasts. Part of the lower Olentangy watershed, the ravine seems like a park, but is not officially one; a road and a few architecturally interesting residences on the slopes above is all there is minus the trees, flora, and fauna. Walhalla, named after the hall where Norse god Oden received the spirits of dead warriors, (many streets in the area are named after figures of Norse/German mythology because the developer was a thespian in love with the operas of Wagner) is a treasure too often forgotten about.
Entering it from Indianola, it looks like any of the other streets. But a few steps into it and the city melts away under the thick foliage and underbrush. As you walk deeper and deeper you start to realize how rare a place like this is, as the trees blot out the sun, and animals take dominion. You cannot distinguish it from a road in the hills of Bellfountain. Deeper still, near the Calumet Street Bridge, an eerie feeling may overtake you, especially if alone, as the silence is far from the clangs and car alarms of civilization, yet up a few more meters and you've reach High Street.
At night it is a different story; a Steven King story, for this is the area of the Mooney's Mansion and the murder. According to lore, there was a doctor named Mooney who had a mansion on this road in the '20s. No one seems to agree on where the mansion was, but the general idea is that it was near the Calumet Bridge.
The Doctor was a community leader and well respected, but he had a secret, he was going insane. When his wife tried to alert authorities that he was acting nuts and was violent no one believed her. Then came the stock market crash of 1929; he lost everything and went berserk. Brandishing an axe, he chopped off his wife's head and then kicked it down his outside stairway into the ravine. When his beloved dog tried to defend her severed head, he bludgeoned it too, and threw it into the ravine. After the mayhem, Dr. Mooney calmed down. Realizing the evil he had done made him distraught. So he hung himself off the bridge.
It is said that if you go down Walhalla late in the night you may see the specter of Mooney hanging off the bridge; and if you go up the stairs of the mansion you will see the ghost of Mrs. Mooney's head rolling down; and if you walk down the road at night, you will be tracked by the poltergeist of the dog, whose growls and barks will haunt you the entire way through.
It's an urban legend of course; there is no documentation that a murder ever happened here. But like every such legend, it attacks thrill seekers and ghost hunters at night. If you do come here for that, remember this is a neighborhood, so don't trespass or make noise. Be respectful. And watch out. Who knows what evil is watching you. read more