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Haunted Castle in Cleveland, Ohio (Investigation)

Updated on August 1, 2009

Franklin Castle-Cleveland, Ohio

Spooky Franklin Castle--Cleveland, Ohio
Spooky Franklin Castle--Cleveland, Ohio
This is what it really looks like. :o)
This is what it really looks like. :o)

Haunted Castle in Cleveland,

         Most of my readers are aware that I grew up in Cleveland, Ohio.  I officially began my paranormal investigation career there in the early 1970’s after reading just about every Hans Holzer book he had written up to that time.  I was living in a haunted house in a Cleveland suburb, North Royalton, and had experienced many paranormal incidences with the spirits who occupied the house.  I wanted more, though.  After watching my Ghost Hunter hero, Dr. Holzer, on a local TV program talk about the infamous Franklyn Castle, I decided I had to investigate it, as well. 

        Being a life-time private detective wanna-be, I was able to discover the name and phone number of the owners of the property.  I called the number I had found and a pleasant lady answered the phone. I asked her if she was the owner of the FranklynCastle, and she told me that she was.  I told her that I was writing a book and was wondering if I could come to her home to investigate it.  The woman was very friendly and told me that they were going to be moving out of the house in about two weeks, so I would have to come as soon as possible.  We made an appointment for me to come the following week. The night before my appointment I made another phone call to confirm my arrival.  The same friendly woman answered the phone, told me that she was expecting me, and that she looked forward to meeting me. 

     The next morning I excitedly made my way downtown to Franklin Blvd.  I arrived a bit early and pulled into the driveway.  The large stone dwelling stood eerily in front of me.  I gathered up my tape recorder, camera and note pad, and made my way to the front
door.  I rang the doorbell, but there was no response.  I rang it again, and could hear it echoing off the wall on the inside of the house, but again, no one came to the door.  My excitement soon turned to disappointment.  I left my equipment on the front porch and began to walk around the front of the house and looked into a window. 
          The house looked totally deserted.  I moved to the next window and looked in.  There was no sign of life inside the house and it looked as though it had been vacant for years.  There was dust on everything including the floors and I could see no footprints disturbing it.   I could also see a black phone sitting on the floor near the fireplace.  As I stood looking into the window wondering how this was possible I noticed that there was a small store across the street.  I went back to the porch to pick up my belongings, got back into my car, and drove it in front of the store.  I walked in and asked the clerk behind the check out counter, “Can you please tell me when the people across the street moved out?”  The man looked at me strangely without answering at first.  “I had an appointment with the owners this morning and talked to them last night to confirm.  They told me they would be there.” 

            The man looked across the street and then back at me and said a bit confused, “I don’t know who you talked to last night, lady; but that house has been vacant for years!”

            “But . . .”   I decided that it would do me no good to explain any further, so I left.

          Who did I speak to twice on the phone?  It very well could be that someone had played a colossal joke on me; but even now, some 40 years later, I don’t believe that to be the case. My first conversation lasted almost 30 minutes and the woman I spoke to seemed genuinely interested in what I was telling her.  I much rather think that I had a conversation with a former resident who was lonely and looking to reach out to another dimension.  I’ll never know for sure.  But I can say that I believe the house’s title as the most haunted house in Ohio.

Christine B., Placerville, CA


To learn more about Cleveland’s Franklin Castle, visit these web sites:

“The Ghost Hunter (Chilling Tales of Real Life Hauntings)” by Hans Holzer



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      Christine B. 7 years ago from Medina, Ohio

      Bree-- I did call the lady back as soon as I got back to my house, and several times afterward, but there was never any answer again. It certainly was a strange experience, one of many during that period of my life, as I was living in my own haunted house at the time!

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      Bree M 7 years ago

      I find this very interesting... did you ever get in the house??? did u ever do a fallow up story??? i would have called the lady u spoke 2 and asked what was up with the whole thing...anyway loved the article