In the small farming community of Exeter, located in Tulare County, there is a rural road that has it's own ghost. The road is called Bardsley Road and supposedly the spirit of a headless motorcycle rider can be seen riding up and down it late at night.
Legend has it that sometime during the 1950's a motorcycle rider was killed on Bardsley Road. A few teenagers wanted to play a prank on one of their classmates. At night time they decided to string a rope across a road they knew he traveled on to get home, at what they estimated to be chest height. As he rode down the road, when he hit the rope he would be knocked off his bike. Or at least that was the plan. Unfortunately they misgauged the height of the rope. When the rider hit it, instead of it coming in contact with his chest, it hit him at the neck decapitating him and killing him instantly.
Apparently the rider never really left the road where he would always ride. Soon after his death, reports of seeing a bright lighting speeding up and down the road were common. Some even said they heard the sound of a motorcycle engine accompanying the light. And a few even said they saw the now headless rider on the road.
When I used to investigate haunted places around the Valley, this story had always peaked my interest and I had talked to a few people about it. One woman told me the story of how she and a few friends were having a bon fire party in one of the vineyards that lined the road. It was about 1:00 am when they saw a bright light coming down the road towards them. Thinking it was the sheriffs trying to break up their party, everyone took off running in separate directions. As the woman is running down one rows of vines, she sees the light following her. As it gets closer she can hear the roar of a motorcycle engine. Having heard of the story of the headless rider, now terrified she ducks under the vines and runs into another row as the ghost rides past her and then disappears.
No one knows why the spirit of the motorcycle rider continues to ride up and down the road. Perhaps he doesn't know he is dead and is trying to find his way home, like he did the night he was killed. Or perhaps he is looking for the people responsible for his death and will ride up and down it until he does.
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ok, THAT is weird.
I know. It's probably just an urban legend, but still pretty weird. I've always wanted to go check out the road late at night and see if anything happens.
Actually I'd heard that story is associated with Marinette Avenue (also known as Avenue 288) - an east/west country road that runs just north of Exeter. The legend there is that a motorcycle rider going down Marinette was struck by a train while crossing the railroad tracks that run north out of Exeter (specifically just northeast of the Exeter cemetery (the line is now abandoned and removed)). The story from that point on is similar - people see the headlight of the motorcycle going up and down the road on dark nights.
Bardsley Avenue also an east/west road (also called Avenue 224) though it's about five miles south of Exeter. I'd never heard of the story associated with it. In any event it sounds like this motorcycle ghost story is ripe in the Exeter area.
Speaking of haunted roads I've heard stories of Creek road in Ohai,CA. There are 3 ghosts that haunt that road: a headless motorcyclist, a hitchhiking bride, and most terrifying of all the "char man" a ghost of a man burnt to a crisp and accompanied by the smell of smoke and burning flesh. He is often reported to chase anyone walking along the road at night
i live in tulare county & these back roads all have different stories like the ghost rider from exter to a witch burning area which a house sits over. The story goes back to the 1800's which i think a pregnant woman persum to be a witch was burn. Now a house sits over the area and in the house ( if u record sound) u can hear a woman scream then a baby cry
It's actually just about 2 miles east of Tulare. My dad was the farm manager of the pace down the road and would tell us the story every time we had to go out there at night.
Bardsley road is in Tulare, ca not exeter, that is where this story originated.
Took place in the 60's in Tulare, CA it wasnt a prank but an Accident he was a friend of mine we went to Tulare Union..
Thank You! This legend is from Tulare not Exeter. We heard this story when I was a little girl in the 60's. My parents had friends who lived in the Matheny Tracks. You had to go down Bardsley to get there and it was dark and scary, at least for us kids.There was also a song about The Ghost of Bardsley Road.
There is also Lizzy's Grave across Hwy. 99 from the old Tagus Ranch. Teens used to go out there and scar each other. There was a ditch and big trees with hanging branches on the way to it.
AND lastly, the Wizards Castle in Tulare off D St(I think). You have to go down a dark alley. It actually looks like an old playhouse, but fun for a scare.
yes, Tulare, not Exeter! I heard stories all the time from my sister who was in high school in the early 60's. I remember her telling me about accidents caused by a scare from the ghost. Does anyone remember a story about the ghost vandalizing the Nazarene church on Bardsley in the 60's? I was very young at the time and can't remember the whole story.
One night about 10 years ago I was in tulare headed down bardsley on my way home. It was bout 1 in the morning I seen an african american woman in a beautiful red dress she was glowing as I passed I looked in my rearview mirror. She was there but she had no face. Still gives me chills everytime I think about it.
I remember back when I was in high school my senior year in 1977 hearing about a black girl that was killed on prom night in Tulare following an argument with her father........on bardsley
Yes, after seeing the more recent article about the Delano ghost, saw this one. From Tulare, and remember Dane Sturgeon, and the song that came out then,'The Ghost of Bardsley Road. It was about Bardsley Road in Tulare....remember being scared as a kid as we had friends who lived on the Road...and the stories
Do I remember the details? No...
My dad also used to tell us kids about the Bardsley Road Ghost! Always scared us! He used to talk about the Sand Pits out on Bardsley, East of Lovers Lane in Tulare CA.
The story of the man who wrecked his bike happend in Exeter by Rocky Hill, not Tulare.
I always associated the headless motorcyclist story with the incident on marinette rd. at the train tracks in Exeter and not bardsley rd. Two different areas!
Please can anyone else give more info on this.
LOL - The Ghost was my dad. He went to Tulare Western. I sat on the bikes while growing up. It was a prank back in the day.
I lived in Farmersville for 15 years and remember hearing about "the light" on Marienette in Exeter. I even delivered pizzas throughout Farmersville and Exeter for 5 of those years. Bardsley is in Tulare, not Exeter. But yeah, it was an urban legend about a kid that died on his motorcycle in the 50s or something. We always tried to look for it during our high school years. After cruising Mooney in Visalia late Friday and Saturday, we would take Walnut which turned into Ave 288/Marienette. My friends claimed to see a single red light in the distance, but I never did, and I was riding in the same car as them. Of course we smoked weed a lot back then. Before, all you had to do was drive down the road to see it. Then, after a while, you had to go inside and circle the Exeter cemetery (which was on the same road) to see it. I've tried it all. Never saw it. Now I wanna go back and drive down Bardsley in Tulare and see if its true!
If you lived in Tulare in the early '60's you probably remember the story of the Ghost of Bardsley Road. I've heard from a relative that this story goes back to at least the '40's in some iteration or another. In the early '60's, there was sort of a fever pitch of interest in it. There was the kid who died out there. My brothers, who went to Union at the time told me a strange story from out there at this time. A boy who lived on Bardsley in an old farm house had been to a football game at Tulare Union one Tule foggy night, and had come home late. The Tule fog really dampens down sound and it's just weird stuff. Anyway, he came in the front door of his family's old farmhouse, where all the lights were off, and on the left side of the entry was an old parlor. As he threw his keys down on the entry table, he noticed that there was a dwindling fire in the parlor fireplace, and his dad standing facing away from the boy in front of the fireplace in the dark. The kid said hi to his dad as he walked towards his bedroom, and then from the far end of the house he heard his father's voice asking if that was him coming home? He turned back towards the parlor and there wasn't anyone there. Lots of people have Bardsley Road stories. My sister gave me a couple of letters I'd written to her at this time, when I was about eight years old, and one of the letters was about the incidents out there and what people in town were saying. Bardsley was out in the sticks in those days. I don't know what it's like now, having not been there in many years.
I used to live in Tulare when I was young and remember this story. I used to live on Sonora which was the next road north of west Bardsley. My mom would tell me to never ride my bike over there after dark or the motorcycle ghost would get you. As a kid growing up there was a huge oak tree that was out in the middle of the field to the north of bardsley and all the kids said that's where the ghost lived and I can only remember 1 time I actually built up enough courage to go out there. It took me about 40 min to get to that old tree but only 5 min to get back, I would run like hell all the way to my front door. We would always experience weird things out there during that thick winter fog. A house just blow up one night out there, I believe it was vacant, we would always have someone knocking on our door at night and no one would be there, this happened at least once a year. One mooring I got up to watch Saturday morning cartoons and our couch was pulled out from the wall and blocking our entrance to our kitchen and when I was around 6 I remember seeing a shadow standing in our hallway. A lot of weird things happens out there when I was a young kid, even now if I have a dream about something bad or ghost or something paranormal my dreams always take place in that house.
Here's my story.
November, 1974, around 7 at night on a weeknight. My cousins and a friend of theres were standing around talking. Their friend brought up this thing called the motorcycle ghost light in Exeter, California. I had never heard of it. We jumped in his car to investiate. The night was becoming foggy. We drove down Lovers Lane in Visalia, south to Walnut Avenue. Turned left on Walnut and headed east. We drove about 7-8 miles in the darkness on that dark desolate two lane country road. Noting but walnut orchards, oak trees and eeriness, with a home scattered here and there. We were the only car on the road. Got all the way to the Exeter Cemetary on the right, and saw nothing. We turned around to come back. About 1-2 miles coming back on Marinette (Walnut Ave) I turned around to have one last look. I was sitting in the back seat on the drivers side. I looked and saw a large yellowish light at telephone pole level about 100 feet behind us and following us. I yelled at the driver to turn the car around. He did and the chase was on. The light fell away at a rapid speed back towards the east. Lost sight momentarily as we sped down the road to 'chase' it. Saw it again behind us, so turned car around and gave chase. this time it was a reddish tail light sort of light about 3 feet off the ground. The driver was driving at least 80 miles an hour, and the light effortlessly stayed in front of us about 50 ft or so ahead. This went on for about 20 minuts. We chased it up and down the road. Sometimes a yellowish 'motorcyclish' headlight, kind of dim and sometimes a reddish motorcycle 'tailightish' light. Finally, chasing it back to the west again, it winked out. We stopped the car, and it idled as we sat there looking around. Then, I saw it. Off to the left, a reddish tail light sort of ball of light hovering about 3 ft off the ground about 50 ft to our left in a young walnut orchard. We sat there in silence for a few seconds. Then, I said, 'you guys want to get out and go over there?'. Suddenly, my cousin yelled out, 'it's time for dinner!". So, we left.
At later times we came out and saw it, but nothing as dramatic as the first time. Since then, many others have reported seeing it.
I used to believe it was a ghost. But, now, after much study of the subject of ghosts, spirits, the occult and the Bible, I am convinced it was a demon messing with us and others who have seen it and chased it. It is very dangerous to chase it because you can lose sight of your surroundings and other traffic or cross traffic as you chase this thing. And, today, there is a lot of residential development out on that road. It is no longer a lonely, dark two lane country road in the boonies as we called it.
About 20 years ago, my girlfriends and I decided to go out there. We did see it. We saw something on the railroad tracks go whizzing by. But, when we go there, there was nothing. We were heading back and right in front of the car about 100 yds in front was a red taillight thing. It was staying just ahead of us. We were scared but we followed it until it disappeared. Then, we went home. There is something out there allright.
I live on Bardsley rd and have been since 1955 and there is always strange things going on out here i have seen a red light in the distance that turned out to be on a water pump. and the Crabtree brothers used to ride there hondas out here late at night. and even one night some kids from western high tied a rope to two trash cans and put them on each side of the road and a car hit it and drug it about a mile down the road. but other than that i haven't seen nothing out of the ordenary
I saw the light on marinette road back in 2001 this is very real... was on my way to work around 3am and I remember a single headlight aproaching me in my rearview mirror going very fast I actually remember bracing myself for the impact when it swereved around me on the right I looked out my passenger window and nothing just vanished then it hit me all of a sudden this must be the ghost we had came to this road many late nights looking for then when I least expected and wasnt looking for it there it was....very weird feeling!!! call me crazy or whatever but I know what I saw!!!
Back in 1980, I visited Visalia with some of my high school friends and we met some locals who told us a story that they called "Exeter Light." We wanted to experience it, so we all went in a few vehicles from Moody Blvd. and then headed down some deserted road (probably Avenue 288) for about 8 miles or so.
We then went to a cemetery in the middle of nowhere and we were told that if we knocked three times on the tombstone of a young man who had been killed in a motorcycle accident, we would see a blinding light. We all tried it with trepidation but nothing at all happened. We thought it was lame folklore.
We were so wrong. On the drive back to Visalia, I was in the back of a pickup as we approached one of those desolate intersections that had a blinking yellow light hanging from a wire. Out of nowhere, a bright single light came at us from a distance and I could hear the gears changing on a motorcycle as it approached. There was absolutely no one else around and it was otherwise pitch black. As we crossed the intersection, the motorcycle came right at us, and then somehow turned left at full speed. I could see the taillight fade way toward the cemetery from which we left. We were completely shocked, trying to figure how in the world it did not crash on the turn at that speed!
I had never experienced anything before or since. I am a school teacher now and tell my students this story if they ask me if I know any scary stories. I thought I'd look this up and found this page. I am amazed that there are others with similar stories. That really validates things for me.
I saw the light in question between Exeter and farmersville in 1974 and tried to catch it. Could not come even close. I had been on that road at least 100 times prior to seeing the light. That night I was told about it by my wife and her brother who claimed they saw it years before. I took them out there to prove to them it was fake. I saw the light and it was very real and so bright at times blinding. Marienette is the real deal and if you venture there go to the deep creek cemetery and find the tombstone with a horse and a motorcycle on it. Say hi to my friend Les for me.
As a young newly wed my husband mentioned this ghost when we road through this area one night I didn't see any light but maybe hearing a noise I looked back and saw a dark headless figure riding just along side of car in the blindspot area of car I turned my head to avoid seeing it then when I turned again it was gone It has been about 50 yrs ago that that happened and I just barely got the idea to ck into rather it and find out if it was a tale or my husband just trying to scare me Since I have had many strange experinces in my life I guess this is another the I can tell my grandkids about
I went to mt. whitney hs in the 60's. we would drink a few smoke a few and head to bardsley rd determined to find the headless ghost. the real story told was about a prominent young man that died of an overdose on the road and crashed a bit. His friend with him didn't want anyone to find out about the drugs so he lit the car on fire. as he watched it burn, his buddy started screaming from within...he had not died, just too many "reds". this ghost was alive and well for years and supposedly died one night on bardsley road in a flash of fire and blood on his motorcycle. truth told, a friend and we staged a motorcycle crash withan old bike he had and just after slaughtering a steer that day we had lots of blood to add to the crash. we lit it on fire and ran!
That was tiger martinho he wrecked in his car and was killed on Rocky Hill. And he was from Tulare. A good friend of my brother who has since pasted.
This story is a mishmash of two popular Tulare County motorcycle ghost stories. You’re right about the Exeter tale on Marinette, north of town. The other is the famous Bardsley ghost in rural Tulare. There was even a 50’s rock n’ roll song recorded about it. You can look it up on YouTube. Folks in Tulare really believe the Bardsley ghost is real. I myself, was raised just off of Marinette. When we were young, friend and I drove out looking for the phantom motorcycle headlight late one night, and we saw something, only nothing like the legend claims. Otherwise I still find myself driving the length of Marinette alone at night when leaving my dad’s home. I even pass the Exeter cemetery and have yet to see anything that vaguely resembles a phantom headlamp. People say the road became too populated over the years and the haunting dissipated. Who knows, but I do know I heard many a grown up swear they were chased by the ghost light when I was a kid.
Did they call him dowey Wayne if so he was my dads cousin
I am 64 now, so when my family would go visit family in Tulare, my teenage cousins would talk about this light, that haunted between rr tracks and cemetery, supposedly where he was buried, we would drive out there around midnight driving back and forth, and one time we saw a dim light getting closer behind us, but we freaked and sped up past the cemetery and lost sight of the light. Over a couple years we would visit and cousins and I would drive out there but uneventful. Then when I was about 21, we took a drive out there, because now I am an adult and will see things with adult eyes, we drove back and forth a couple times and I was in the back seat looking every direction and I saw a very dim light way behind us that was getting closer, but still just as dim, my cousin driving remained calm and sped up as the light was gaining quickly, it got right up behind us and disappeared for a moment and a dim red tail light appeared in front of us and disappeared. Have not been back since. I heard the area has since been developed and orchards removed. As I was a visitor, did not know street names, just knew it was between the rr tracks and cemetery.
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