Marsh Rd

Back in the 90's when I was in high school, a group of me and my friends went to Weyauwega. Our goal? To find Marsh Rd. and to to see some ghosts. The instigator told us about the legend of the end of this road.

About 10 years prior, the homecoming king and queen had gone down to the end of the road to the "party spot" ahead of their friends. When everybody else showed up, they found the couple had hanged themselves from the branch of a big oak tree. Now, every year at that time, you can see their ghostly bodies swinging from the tree.

This was gonna be fun. Or not. We found the road, which was creepy enough to enhance the anticipation of seeing something scary. It seemed as though the drive down the road took forever, even though we went along it slowly. It was wooded on one side and the other was lined with trees and brush with an occasional opening to a field. I believe we even crossed a very small bridge. Finally, we arrived at our destination. In the headlights, you could see an old run down shack. It took a moment before we spotted the tree. Wrapped around around the tree were the remnants of police tape. For some reason, that sight alone scared the hell out of us, especially the driver. She threw the car in reverse and drove as fast as she could backwards down the road. We had figured that little bridge was the halfway point, but we weren't finding it. After a bit, one of my friends needed to relieve herself quite badly, but we didn't want to stop. After we still hadn't come to the end, we finally stopped so she could take care of business. Waiting for her, our fear grew more intense. When she finally got back in, we didn't wait for the door to shut and we were getting the hell out of there. It wasn't much longer when we finally came to the main road. We never did see the ghosts. We never did figure out why we never crossed that bridge a second time. We also never did figure out why, even though she drove much faster in reverse (thanking God she was good at driving), that the road seemed so much longer on the way back. Our fear? That may have distorted things a bit. Who knows.

The next day, I asked my mom if she had ever heard of a couple committing suicide in Weyauwega. She thought she heard something about that years ago, but she wasn't sure.

Years later, Weyauwega would be known for the "Goatman of Marsh Rd". The story of a couple from the 60's or 70's that went to the make out point and were killed by the goatman as they were messing around on an old couch that had been left on the side of this road. The road itself is said to be strange. The distance changes when you travel up and down it.

Last year, my mom worked with a woman (she is about my age) that is from Weyauwega. At some point I had told my mom about our experience. Recalling this, she asked her co-worker about it. The woman was quite surprised because our story is the one she grew up knowing, not the goatman, and not a lot of people talked about the original. Unfortunately, she couldn't verify the deaths.

So, was the goatman legend just an embellishment of an original? Could be. I wouldn't recommend going down that road anymore, though. It is a private road and there is also a house built on it and the owners are known not to put up with suspicious vehicles.