Somewhere in the back country of Pennsylvania there is a secret and mysterious legend of Ax Murder Hollow and it all begins with Susan and Ned.
Susan and Ned drove through a wooded empty section of the highway. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the sky went dark as it began to rain. It was a torrential downpour.
Susan suggested they find a place to stop. When Ned nodded in agreement, he stepped on the brake to slow. Suddenly the car began it slide on the slick pavement. The car plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
Pale and shaken, Ned quickly turned to check on Susan but she was unhurt. He told her to stay put as he went to check on the damage. Susan watched from behind a rain streaked windshield and saw his blurry figure in the headlights.
Ned jumped back into the car, soaked to the bone. He told her that the car wasn’t damaged but stuck deep in the mud. He instructed Susan to stay in the car, lock the doors and turn the headlights off until he got back with help.
Susan followed Ned’s instructions and sank deep into the front seat and shivered. For you see, Ned and Susan had broken down at Ax Murder Hollow. This was a place where a man had once taken an ax and hacked his wife to death in a jealous rage over an alleged affair.
Outside the car, Susan heard a shriek, a loud thump and a strange gurgling noise, but she couldn’t see anything in the darkness. Susan was frightened and sank back into the seat, she sat in silence for a while and then she heard another noise. It was soft and sounded like something being blown by the wind.
Suddenly the car was illuminated by a bright light. Susan heard an official sounding voice and it told her to get out of the car. She thought Ned must have found a police officer, so she unlocked the door and stepped out of the car. But as her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she saw it.
Hanging by his feet from the tree next to the car was Ned’s dead body. His throat had been cut so deeply that he was nearly decapitated. The wind swung his corpse back and forth so that it thumped against the tree.
Susan screamed and ran toward the voice and light. As she drew close, she realized the light was not coming from a flashlight. Standing there was a glowing figure of a man with a smile on his face and a large, solid, ax in his hands.
The last thing she saw was the glint of the ax blade in the eerie, incandescent light.
[Editor’s Note] It seems this story is a local legend from the Erie, Pennsylvania region. Probably made popular by local DJs who would tell the story on their Halloween broadcasts. The plot of land referenced by the legend has since been developed. If you’d like to research the legend more, start here.