The Melon Heads
The Damned Story: Growing up in Milford, one of the local stories we all heard about was about a group of giant-headed mutants who lived on the outskirts of town, a band of inbred freaks who were ready to prey Deliverance-style on whoever was careless or unfortunate enough to wander into their midst . . . .
Of course, I’m talking about: THE MELON HEADS!
Apparently, this legend isn’t limited to Milford — recently, I was telling a work friend about them, and she didn’t believe me, so she Googled it and discovered (through the glory of Wikipedia) that in addition to being legends in other states (Ohio and Michigan), the Melonheads were also indigenious to Monroe, Seymour, Weston, Oxford, Southbury, Trumbull and my current hometown of Shelton! I also saw that like Milford, many of these towns had “Melon Head Roads” — in Milford (back when I was growing up), it was Zion Hill Road; in Trumbull, it’s Velvet Street (aka “Dracula Drive” — another legend for another day); and in Shelton, it’s Saw Mill City Road.
Now, in Connecticut, the Melon Heads are allegedly everything from a group of escaped mental patients to a lost colony of inbred mountain folk dating back to Colonial times. However, I read an article a few years back (I think in the Fortean Times) talking about a group of isolated Appalachain mountain people in the Southeastern U.S. (Tennessee, Kentucky, eastern Virginia) called the Melungeon. In short, it’s believed the Melungeon are mixed-race descendants of European outcasts, freed slaves and Native Americans — the damned of early American society, in a way — who decided to stay to themselves, and in general, away from the mainstream.
In the article, it also mentioned that the term “Melungeon” was sometimes bastardized into “Melon Head.” So, it’s possible — although I have no evidence to prove this, and I’m no anthropologist — that at one point, there was a group of people living quietly and independently in the backwoods of Connecticut who had characteristics similar to the Melungeon, and somehow got branded as such. Then, over time, that got changed to Melon Head, and since people tend to fear what they don’t know about or understand, the stories of boogie-man horror were attributed to them.
That ignorance was passed down through the years, and the rest, as they say, is legendary.
Our Damned Experience: Well, when I saw how close it was to our place of employment, I immediately dragged my non-believing friend (with some resistance) and another co-worker out on our lunch hour to take a ride down ol’ Melon Head Road. Being the middle of the day it was hardly a spooky ride, but as we drove along Saw Mill City Road, I could see why people might want to believe this could be Melon Head stomping grounds — it’s a narrow, twisting road past the Means Brook Reservoir and through isolated woods with lots of “No Trespassing” signs along the way. The roadway even becomes dirt for a short portion — while driving, I surreptitiously slipped my car into neutral, revved the gas hard and said, “Oh no, the chain fell off! We’re screwed!” which brought one of the best momentary expressions of abject horror I’ve ever had the pleasure of creating on another person’s face (my wife and kids included).
Needless to say, it was a pretty — and uneventful — drive. No banjo-playin’ mutants, no being bent over logs, no squealing like pigs, no Melon Heads. Then again, it was daytime, so who knows what happens after dark?
Update: On a spooky and misty day in December 2008, we returned to Saw Mill City Road and also paid a visit to Velvet Street, cameras in hand. We took a bunch of photos and although we were hoping to see a mailbox with a telling name on it like “M. Ellen Head,” we didn’t encounter any mutants (unless you count the lone postman sitting alone in his truck sleeping or texting someone — we couldn’t tell, and to be honest, we hope that’s all he was doing).
If You Go: As mentioned, the three “Melon Head Roads” that we know of are Zion Hill Rd. in Milford, Velvet Street in Trumbull and Saw Mill City Rd. in Shelton. All three are public thoroughfares, although through private neighborhoods. If you do drive along any of them after dark, we do recommend exercising caution as the ones we’ve been along are dark and curvy. In the event that you are abducted by Melon Heads, please try to take pictures — we’ll be happy to post them here!
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Hi Ray – I have recently started the Connecticut chapter of Drinking Skeptically and I’m wondering what your background is. You might want to join us or come and speak to us about a specific topic. We meet in Fairfield near the train station on the third Thursday of each month. Most interesting to me is that I also grew up in Milford and vividly remember the melon head stories!
http://skeptics.meetup.com/183/
Some friends and I drove down Velvet Street or “Dracula Drive” tonight actually. No lie, we found a severed deer leg. It would not be surprising for a car to accidentally hit a deer on that dark, windy road but given the story of the “Melon Heads” that we had all heard growing up in Trumbull, it freaked us out quite a bit.
Noooooo! That’s freaky. I probably would have cried.
I remember hearing about these stories during the 20 years we lived in Milford and found your background research very interesting. While a lot of people talked about them, I don’t ever remember anyone who actually claimed to have seen them.
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well ray you should have asked. the melonheads house is about a mile down on the right side of velvet road coming from the tashua side of trumbull. the property had an abandoned paddleball court and an abandoned outdoor pool. (apparently the melonheads had some money) they were very well alive and fruitful(pardon the pun) around 1980, and growing up in trumbull, my friends and i would frequent “dracula drive” often for keg parties at the reservoir. no one was ever hurt, but many were scared for real! oh those were the days…
I’ve heard this story and its always the same.. I’ve been told that along time ago in trumbull/monroe that down velvet road aka tashua there use to be an asylum but it got burnt down. Later police and official found out that some of the patients where missing.. Known as the infamous melon heads. I’ve been down velvet so many times…night and day…never have I seen anyone while I was there
i think all these people are crazy and all need to get lifes no joke grow up…..who cares if there real give up go be a dumbass stand in the middle of the woods at one of these locations and yell out here i am you ugly mothers and see if they coem out!!! wow and this girl stephanie yo mah give me a call ill holla!!! big kissses baby!!!!
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My family and i went to Dracula Drive and we were looking for melon heads but we saw a racoon after that my sister and my dad were looking out the window and they saw something run so fast and they thought it was a melon head and i was so scared that night.My aunt lives on that street so when i was little we walked on Dracula Drive and i did not know about this when i was little.Today my dad told me that he worked at the hospitol that the melon heads exscaped from but he did not work there he just fixed the alarms.THE END
I’m from Northford, part of North Branford in the southern part of the state, and we have the precise same legend in our town about a road that leads up one of the mountains. Strange how things crop up in different places.
Colleen,
Are you talking about mongoloid road?
What a terrific night I had with my son, after a day at wolf park for the end of school year fun, the teacher as well as some students decided for some odd reason to bring up melon heads, well my son at night time would not go to bed, he wouldn’t even go to the bathoom by himself, after an hour of explaining about how it was just a tale that someone made up, he still won’t GO TO SLEEP ! For the record I grew up in stevenson, monroe and this is the first I’m hearing about it. Lets face it folks if they were real and still around and canabals as I was told, I think people would have reported people missing and it would be all over the news. Thank You to my sons teacher for sharing. Bet she had a great nights sleep!
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Lets not forget that they also live on Edmunds Rd. in Oxford and also on Jeremy Swamp Rd. in Southbury. I think these are the cousins to the ones in Monroe……
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I’m a teen living in Milford now and the story still goes on. I literally have driven down Zion hill looking for them before late at night. lol. I’ve heard people have seen them but i personally havent
From what I’ve heard the Melon Head folk tale is widespread. There’s melon head families all over the US.
grew up in naugatuck and all the melon head stories I heard as a kid had them in oxford. I have spent many dark nights driving around edmunds rd (melon head rd) with my friends smoking and drinking(stupid teenagers) looking for the melons.
I also grew up in Milford in the 1970s (went to Jonathan Law HS) and remember the stories.
I always thought that ‘melon head’ probably referred to hydroencephaly (water on the brain).
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my uncle used to scare us to death telling us about the melon heads when we were little & we believed him even though he made us believe they lived in devils hopyard right down the road from where we lived.
I grew up close to Velvet St. in Monroe in the 70′s. Close enough that I would ride my bike there. One kid in school in the 70′s told a story of fighting off Mellon heads on Velvet St. back then. I’m sure he was full of BS, but it was fun to hear.
I have ridden my bike down that road and also drove to work going out of my way using Velvet St. many times. Never got the feeling there was anything strange there. Nice place to see wild life.
I also remember my cousins talking about Mellon Heads in Stratford back around 1970. Seems this story is all over Connecticut. Kind of neat to have our own legend so close to home.
Good story of it here:
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/5516146/the_melonheads_of_trumbull_connecticut.html?cat=16
The only compressible experience I have had was when I drank an immense amount of absinthe. I ran around my University’s campus with some friends in search of the green fairy. Unfortunately the hallucinogen was extracted (Oh US law)…and people merely thought by my actions I was tripping. But alas…I was not.
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I dont know what to think about the Melon Head Kids, this is the first time I heard of it and from looking up info all the stories in someways are not the same but all had some of the same info, either way scary and makes ya wonder?? I know I would not ever try to see for myself!
I remember driving up zion hill road back in the day with a car full of friends we did see melon heads.Hate to ADMIT IT WAS 25+ YEARS AGO…Scared the shit out of us. still tell stories to my kids and nieces and nephews to this day.Remember ladies they kill the guys and keep the girls for themselves!!!
I took a drive down Velvet St. this summer. Because I never went there, I was a bit apprehensive. It was during the day. All I can feel was that the road being narrow and very long felt quite disturbing. I don’t like the feeling of not knowing what is ahead. It’s kind of like leading a hike to nowhere. I got halfway and decided to turn around. I know that if the road is traveled all the way it will lead to Monroe. As a child I heard so many stories about the Melonheads. In the past we used to try to search for them. Mostly under the influence of beer or other substances; It became more of a novelty then an all out serious search, we never really went about it in a constructive manner. Today I’ve been doing research on these elusive creatures finding the story very interesting but not totally convincing. Although my curiosity brings me back and it’s an interesting story, I have to say that I have not yet come in contact with these melonheads but I won’t give up trying.
Zion hill! many a night my friends and I cruised Zion hill looking for melonheads.. all we ever saw were their beady little eyes……
My Friend told me that her and her friends steaked out Zion Hill Rd in milford and they saw a melon head get out of the car and open the trunk and take a large cooler out covered in blood and carry it in the house and the the melon head got back in the car a reved his engine and drove at the stopping 2 feet from hitting them She also to me that the witches of milford lived in those woods and hung people from the trees and the nooses are still there hanging in the trees…….WoW scary
My friends and i went to go look for melon heads last night on Velvet road, and we didnt really find anything. My friend “claimed” he saw something run across the street like a hundred yards behind us but for real theres animals in the woods. I think its all in your head and you freak yourself out. We got out of the car and walked up and down the street and a little in the woods and we didnt find anything except some large footprints which is probably from someone doing the samething we were. Yes i admit some really weird things were happening but honestly, i think it was in there heads. Another one of my friends “claimed” they saw something crouch down while we were driving and lagit started balling in tears. It’s all in the head. You see what you wanna see.
Hosely Rd, in Branford, is one of those roads, too. We used to drive down it to scare ourselves in highschool.
oh and I used to always hear stories about Marginal Rd. in New Haven, which runs from the parking lot for the Yale Field to some neighborhood behind the field, but cars can’t drive down it. People used to tell us kids about it after Ravens games and how they would never go down that road at night.
Me and some of my friends went to Zion Hill Road over the summer a few times, there’s a residential road and the creepy one. The creepy one has a few house and we stopped in front of one beeped numerous amount of times and a whole family came out with bats and chased us even though we were in cars down the street… probably normal people that hate how many people come to find melon heads
Sawmill Rd. in the Sixties! Many a days spent weekends partying up there and making up stories about the melon heads!Ha!It must have been the Moonlit nights!Those where the Days!Totts
Rolling over cars with people inside are some other stories I’ve heard about Meloneads. Their strengh in relation to their size is not proprtional with that of a normal Human homosapiens. Thus doing some real intense research; I believe these people to be real in existance. The problem is that people only want to believe what they see, not what they hear through the process of translation. Stories can get distorted. One can only know by seeing and not hearing. They shop at odd hours of the day when no normal working class individual can spot them. Along with the frog people of Danbury; they are illusive and know that people would stare at them going about their business. That said; we need to respect these people as they respect us. They don’t want to be bothered nor made fun of. So if you go out and about to search for an answer, be discrete with your search.
Tom the stories about the melonheads on Sawmill in Shelton are all made up during drinking parties in the 60′s! They aren’t true! We made them up! Just like the White Lady at Indian Wells State Park! My Brother put a sheet over his head with a flashlight,and ran down the banks along the railroad tracks! And yes we made fun of them! That’s all they are! Fun and Urban Legend! Not Reallity!
I had an eleven-year relationship with a melon head. His name was Harley King. Supposedly, he relocated to Phoenix (where I met him) from Trumbull, CT. He said he was born on Velvet Street. We moved around alot…usually when someone turned up “missing” in the small towns we lived in throughout the years. He reverted to his mutant ways when we lived in Ruth, Nevada. I escaped one night when he forgot to chain me to the bed. I now live in California. Several people from the Town of Ruth have turned up missing, and it is suspected “Melon Head” King (as he is commonly referred to as) is behind the disappearances. Once, they found the arm of an unidentified person, in the hills behind the house we lived in. The flesh had been eaten to the bone! I have changed my name to protect me from the reporters who have hounded me for many years. So…If you are on Velvet Street after dark…beware! The melon heads do exist! And whatever you do, don’t marry one!
Gilda sounds like You’ve been smoking some crazy stuff! Or have been abducted by some Alliens! Bye the way? What planet are You from?
It is the truth Dave. We had the big heads down south too. I’m from Arkensas and we got plenty of big heads there. They’re just like normal folk, just a tad slower to catch on to things, they walk with a shuffle, and they has the big heads. Their vision is pretty blurry too. I think when they attack folks, they’re just confused. I protected my big head til too many folks went missing. That’s when he chained me up. but I was lucky and excaped. Folks can’t help who they love. Even the big heads need love, Dave. I don’t do the outer space stuff. that’s for the city folks. I was borned in Arkensas, Dave.
Gilda I with you. There was a melon head that lived on my street. She was very young at the time and live in the area only a short time. A friend and I used to visit her. She wasn’t visited by many people. Her older brother was a normal person who looked after her in her every move. I guess you have to see to believe.
A comment was made in this blog about the Frog people before I mentioned anything. I read about them the local section at Borders in Fairfield over the summer. Apparently these people look alot like frogs. Big eyes and a warted complexion. The story is about one spotted in a grocery store late at night in Danbury. I thing the book is called Weird Connecticut. There are other books with the same name for New York as well as other New England States. They also talked about the faceless people of Monroe. A house in Monroe that is boarded up but candles are lit at night or it could be low lighting. Not confirmed.
The story is that these faceless people live there and have a full time caregiver known to chase people away that snoop around the yard. Did anyone else hear about this?
Well God Bless you Tom! I still pray for my melonhead because we can’t help who we love. He was just too much different from the normmals and couldnt be like em. I tried but he was jest like a wild aminal. Not many of the normals are kind to them. God Bless Ya!
Gilda the only melonheads i’ve seen are in my garden I carve little feces on my watermelon!
You poo on your food, Tom? That’s plum unsanytary and even the big heads knows better than that!
WoW !!!
My son just e-mailed your web site and boy the memories just started flowing out of my head.Specially Dracule Drive in trumbull,ct.That’s where i had my first accident in 1969 a week after i just got my drivers license.A few of my friends and my future first wife were chasing some car on that dirt road and slid right into a stone wall in front of some guys house.Needless to say it was my older brothers car 1960 Dodge Seneca so i caught a little beaten from him and the old man.The melon heads in our town in stratford were in Roosevelt forrest where we would start having a few beers and start hunting for them.Never found any but had a good time looking.
Ted..My big head still lives in ruth, nevada. It’s aginst the law to hunt them. and you shore cant shoot em. Law No! The big heads like beer themselves! God Bless ya Ted!
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I love your article! Can’t wait to read your book.
I grew up in Shelton and the legend of the Mellon Heads was big in the late 70′s when we used to “party” on Saw Mill City Road. I think it was mostly the older kids trying to scare us to stay away from their party palce in the woods.
Later my husband & I bought a house near there and used to take walks with the dogs on that road. We moved to another area of town & I hadn’t thought about them in a long time until my 11 year old nephew asked about them at a family dinner. He was camping with the Boy Scouts on Webb Mountain and heard the legend and looked to us “old” people for the facts. We had a good laugh.
Thanks for your contribution to keeping history (wether real or imagined) alive in CT.
My cousin Norbert called me last week. They seen the big heads on Drakula Drive …A whole bunch of them wanderin the street like a pack of wolfs. Peoples used to leave baskets of food for them, but now they mostly raids the grabage cans.
Growin up near Sawmill Rd. (never called Sawmill City Rd. back then) in the 70′s I spent a lot of my free time huntin, fishin, & partyin (pretty much in that order) down the Sawmill rd. There was an old two track road just past the bridge called Perramaine rd. I was huntin the area and came across a small opening in the side of a ledge big enough to crawl in. Outside of the hole was an old army tarp over a fire pit. Lookin around I found many animal bones. Now I dont know about Melon Heads and all, but there was definately people livin off the land there. As for that “cave”, never did get the nerve to crawl inside.
Fairfield also has a Melonhead legend. It is said they live in the woods surrounding Lake Mohegan.
It was the bigheads DJ. Don’t know of no bigheads in Fairfield Mike. But i imagines they need a change of scenary and moves around alot.
the “frog” people of bethel ct are real, their last name is veech.
You won’t see the melonheads in the wild. They’ve all moved to the State General Assembly building.
They ccould nary do a worser job than that Obammy charcter, David.
Your right there Gilda, that Obammy critter aint worth spit ! Here we go ! Another thread turnig into a political arguement. I dont care if your discussin girlscout cookies, somehow it would turn into a political arguement. Lets go all you liberal Obama lovers, lets here it .
As for the frog people of Bethel I know that was true. back in the late 80′s I had a tag sale with a friend of mine who live near Maple St in Bethel. I had never heard of the frog people in my life. Well at that point I was like 13 or 14..lol. But a family showed up at our tag sale. I remember seeing webbed toes and hands. why she wore open feet shoes and didnt try to hide that was beyond me. Her eyes looked like a frogs. I didnt want to touch the money she handed me for childrens clothes she bought. Her hands were webbed and had something that looked like warts on them. Very repulsive but as soon as she left everyone started talking about them..” The frog People”. Supposedly they have the last name “Veech” and they are very real. A product of inbreeding and not so great genes to begin with.
Now Ann… I has heared of folk with the webbed toes. I knows a lady who has them and so does some of her kin. Don’t think none of them has webbed fingers or pop eyes or warts. They ain’t no inbreeds, but the webbed toes things jest runs in their family and has for generasions.
its crazy, and hard to believe, but my husband, swear to me that back in 1985, him from bpt, went from Bridgeport, driving with some friends, thru Park ave, with heads straight to Trumbull, he saw 3 guys running to the woods, with big size lemon heads, i know hes not making it up, but is soo hard to believe.
They be real as all of ussens, Madelyn.
If my husband could had swear to me that he did seen them in Trumbull, i would not had believed it, but how come they had hide so well from the outside population?
Most of the normals is crewl to them so they is quiet shy. They mostly comes out at night, cuz the yowens tosses rocks at them I once heerd bout some adilts who tried to burn the shack down and they was all in it with yowens. Some Folks used to leave baskets of food for them, but the nice folks moved away i gess. So they hunt mosly. One store used ter stay open late after hours once a month so thems could do thems shrping.
if is so well knowed, and ppl had seen them, how come people had not tried to contact them, i guess to do a documentary about them, since most ppl believe is a myth., they had been cases of ppl traveling far away countries, looking for evidence, and doing documentary, had ppl tried it before?
Guilda, I think your redneckin it up a little too much. Tone it down a couple of notches with the them thars and sech. You would sound more believable.
They like bein left alone, madeline. DJ…how you premonce your name? I comes from Arkensaw and ain’t never had much ejemacating. I reckon you tosses them rocks at the big heads evry chnce ya gits, doncha? Even tthe not ejemacated knows better than to be rood. Even them big heads knows that.
But you are spelling the incorrect pronunciation correctly!
then i must be gettin ejemacted
I remember in high school actually seeing the “melonheads” and “the frog people” with friends. Yes they do really exist! The melonheads are very to themselves and shy from the public. The frog people have been seen publicly. I am shamed to say that we would honk our horns so they would come outside so we could get a look. If I could tell them I am sooooo very sorry today I would!!! It was wrong to not respect their need for privacy and respect their wishes for isolation from our prying eyes! We just found them so damn fascinating! And yes they do have big heads but more like the “coneheads” on Saturdaynite live show. The frogpeople were not as shy, and would yell at us to stop, I feel so bad now thinking about it. They would walk outside to yell for us to leave and we would. They had very buggy bulging eyes. In 2003 when I worked in the mall, one of them came in to the jewelers where I worked. She was very normal in every other way and wasnt as buggyeyed as much as the others I had seen, but she was one. My apologies to both. Everyone please let them live their life in peace with respect, and if you should see one please be kind and helpful.
Actully gilda, keep it up. Your ammusing to read. My name is DJ. Guilda its slowly premounced Dee Jay. Ejemacated? Please.
Ha, I grew up in Trumbull and have been down Dracula Drive a number of timesas a teenager. Never saw a Melon Head but it sure was scary!
Ha, I grew up in Trumbull and have been down Dracula Drive a number of times as a teenager. Never saw a Melon Head but it sure was scary!
Msyhaps theyd jest eaten there diner.
As a newbie to CT, I find this site very interesting. I see roadtrips to a few of these sites in my future. And as for Gilda, I am from Arkansas, and your fake accent is ridiculous. You sound more like you’re from “Missour-ah.”
Thank you Mandi. You must be a “fine girl”. LOL!!!!
Jethro, AKA DJ. Sorry.
Mandi it must be wunnerful to know everything bout peeples from a innernet post. You must have the alein esp thing, er else you are from new yorke.
My older sister told me Melon Head stories when we were kids in Stratford in the early 1960s. And oddly, she just mentioned them the other day before I found this article which I just sent her the link to.
I believe I encountered my first melon head a few months ago while on edmunds rd in oxford which turns into jeremy swamp rd in southbury on a stretch of rough terrain road in late afternoon. At the time my friend and eye described the person as a hobbit who never even acknowledged us driving buy at 5least mph. Pretty freaky!!
My cousin and I went to the haunted cemetary in Oxford one night… we heard the stories of the melon heads and i was mad freaked out… but we didnt see any, that place is so creepy though, flags and pinwheels blow without wind and if you take a picture u can see ghostly lights around.. (creepy)
I lived on Sawmill Rd (no one ever calls it Saw Mill City) for 17 years and I saw a lot of strange things, but no melonheads. It was a great story and I scared my younger sister and brother with it all the time, better be good or I’ll send the melonheads to get ya. I hope the legend lives on forever!
I grew up on Saw Mill Road and my Dad called me to tell me about this article….My childhood was filled with nightmares of the Melonheads. My dad and I were just laughing about how my older brother Mike would use the legend to scare me and our little brother..and then I saw the post by Mike M…..I knew right away it was my lovely brother! Yes you did scare me…and I still tell people all about the legend!!!! I remember all my friends would say “you live on the melonhead road?” when I would tell them where we live……CRAZY!!!! Mike…remember when we would drive down there at night and you would turn the car off and all the lights and pretend we stalled!!!!! Thanks!!! I still can’t go out in the dark alone…unless I have a gun!!!!
Glad to see some of my relatives have commented on this article. The last time I was at the Melonhead Sanctuary I enjoyed walking up Saw Mill Road at night with my melonhead cousins. Sure was fun playing badmitten with the melonheads and then rocking out to KISS in the basement while on roller skates. We were so cool!
We lived on Saw Mill Rd for 20 years and Halloween trick or treaters were sparse. We believe it was due partially to the “legend”. Our kids were reluctant to walk down the dark street back home. Still it was a terrific place to grow up.
I found both Saw Mill City and Velvet Street by accident!
I found Saw Mill City one night after a crappy date, when I got lost going to my friend’s house. Shit scared the hell out of me.
I found Velvet Street by accident when I got lost delivering Pizza for Dominick’s (an actually GOOD ripoff of Domino’s). That road was way scarier than Saw Mill City
But my friend showed me Birdseye Road just before Saw Mill City Road in shelton coming from rt. 110. By far the scariest road ive ever driven.
About 20 years ago, around Halloween-time, some friends/etc. and I drove down a dark, unpaved road in Shelton that, at one end of it, had something facing it which was referred to by the Shelton resident in the car as “the Satan House.” A red porch light was on at this older (19th century, at least) home; the claim was made that inverted crosses could be seen on either side of front door to the house. Whatever… All I know is that it sure was a spooky fun evening; never been back to where I was that night and I’d like to check it out sometime again. To any of the readers out there: Do you know the place that I’m babbling about/was I on Sawmill City Rd. that night?
LOL brings back memories as we did that very same drive….(would never walk it too scared LOL) Good old dracula drive. We thought they had some street cams on watching us ride down the road….a reason why they knew we were there and hid……LOL
This was a fun but scary street.
I also remember a road off rt150 in Wallingford that had a Melon head story, it is fenced off now but the road is still there. My father would take us for drives 40yrs ago and tell us stories of people sitting on their porches with rifles and large heads. Several old run down shanty like houses were down there. Spooooky!
Having grown up in Southbury, us friends and other kids in high school would frequently go on melon head hunts while drunk or stoned at night. The story’s still alive. Never found anything, but walking around in the woods with baseball bats and coming across no trespassing signs and abandoned shacks really scares the shit out of you sober too.
The melon head population in Monroe was/is concentrated in the swampy areas around Garter Road. That’s between Newtown and Monroe.
Confirmed. The area past Chalk Hill towards Newtown is crawling with melon heads.
hi well i live right next to saw mill city and my friend katerina lives on it i literally just heard the story but ive seen one before on a night walk with my friend we walked slowley away and ran before they could see us it was really scary
I was a huge fan of the Melon Head myth most of my life. I was a true believer when I was younger, then I perpetuated the myth when I got older. It was always fun! I even included Melon Heads on my top 5 monsters list: http://kooztop5.blogspot.com/2012/01/top-5-fake-creatures-some-people-think.html
I sends Christmas cards to them ever year.