There are many Virginia urban legends about haunted places in Charlottesville. One such tale is the Dunlora Mansion legend, which tells of witchcraft, violence, and grisly murder. It is said that over a hundred years ago, a group of Boy Scouts and their Scoutmaster stopped for the night in the woods on the Dunlora plantation, and none of the children ever left alive. Was it the Scoutmaster who killed them all, or was it something far more sinister? We may never know, but the bloody legend still persists.
When it comes to the haunting of Dunlora Mansion, and other plantation hauntings, there are many questions we may never find answers to. Where is this ancient farm house, and did it really house a witch? What happened to the Boy Scouts, and who was responsible? Did any of this even happen at all, or is it all something concocted without a shred of fact?
Whatever you believe, you can rest assured that the stories will live on for generations to come. They will also be fueled by those who seek out the haunted land... even if they illegally trespass in order to do so.
Six Boy Scouts And Their Leader Decided To Camp In The Woods
In the summer of 1920, six young Boy Scouts and their Scout Leader set out for a camping trip in the woods near Charlottesville. It was their very first outing with this new leader, and he was not familiar with the forest they were hiking through, nor had he heard the tales of the mysterious witch or ghost in the area. For this reason, they unknowingly passed onto her property at Dunlora and decided that this would be a fine place to camp for the evening.
At first, everything went pretty normally. The group set up their tents, cooked dinner, and then when night feel, they all went to bed. It would be the last night the troop ever spent together... at least alive.
The Boys Went Missing During The Night
Late in the evening, the Scout leader was awakened by a strange noise. It sounded like something odd was happening in one of the tents nearby. Initially, he assumed it was just the boys playing some game or goofing around, and got up in order to tell them to cut it out and go to sleep. However, when he went to the tents, he found that they were empty. The boys were not inside, and there was no sign of what had become of them. Still thinking it was some form of game, the Scout leader called out for the boys, but was met with only silence in return.
Now worried, he began to venture into the woods, screaming their names and searching for any sign of them. He found nothing at all, and he began to fear for the boys' safety. Then, in the distance, he saw a single light flickering. With nothing left to do, he followed it, hoping he would find the boys there.
The Scout Leader Came Across The Mansion
As he emerged from the woods, he found that he was standing before a large mansion or farmhouse. It was beautiful, but appeared to have been vacant for a long while. There was dust everywhere as he walked up to the porch, and spiderwebs lined the windows and doors. The front door was wide open, and as he entered, he saw that the furniture was old and untouched as well. He suspected the place had been abandoned. He searched the house, calling for the Scouts, but they did not reply, and he found no sign of them. As he turned to leave, however, he thought he heard a small voice, a child's voice, coming from the cellar of the house.
He descended the stairs and found a large empty room, with no one at all inside. He was again going to leave when he saw what looked like a Boy Scout's hat lying on the ground. Just then, he heard a sound from the stairs and turned around, hoping to find the boys there waiting for him. What he saw instead made him scream.
The Scout Master Fled And Found His Disemboweled Boy Scouts
There, only inches from his own nose, was the leering face of a witch. The light from his flashlight showed that she was smiling maliciously, her eyes a glowing yellow as they stared straight into his soul. Her pointed teeth glistened in the darkness. The Scout master, as you might guess, shrieked and rushed out of the cellar, up the stairs, and out of the house. He fled back into the woods, searching for a road so he could get some help.
Behind him, he heard that he was being followed. Even as he found the road, whenever he looked back he could see the gleaming eyes of the witch getting closer and closer. Once, when he turned around to run from him further, he saw something even more frightening. There, on the dirt road before him, were all the Scouts standing in a row. Their eyes stared at him, unmoving, all their stomachs split open and their entrails spilling out of onto the road. It was about this time that the Scout leader lost consciousness.