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Was it when people started disappearing down
Grunch Road that everyone finally took notice.
THIS IS AN ONGOING
HAUNTED NEW ORLEANS PARANORMAL CRYPTO-ZOLOGICAL
IF YOU HAVE ANY GRUNCH
STORIES OR GRUNCH PHOTOS, OR INFORMATION ON
GRUNCH ROAD PLEASE GET IN TOUCH!
M. Mathers photos by Robert Clarkson
Some people claim it was in Chalmette, Louisiana,
some other people claim it was in Gentilly,
but the REAL Grunch Road was located in a
remote part of Eastern New Orleans near the
community of Little Woods.
In those days, when New Orleans was still
developing it's Eastern subdivisions, most
people only encountered Grunch Road by accident.
A dead end of scant shells and sand, sheltered
by overgrown woods and water oaks it led off
into the ferny darkness off the major two-lane
highway of Haynes Boulevard.
Road was located in a Eastern New
Orleans suburb. Photographer Robert
Clarkson and friend went there to
get some photos for this article.
You will find here below. What they
caught on film. And their Story.
this as an excluxse story. We only
present to you what was presented
to us in Photos and his statements
reguarding such. www.hauntedneworleanstours.com
does not confirm or deny the authenticity
of this story or photos.
and weeds now grow where nobody
dares to go. Grunch Road still exisit
in tales told at haunted slumber
parties. But is it just another
New Orleans ghost story?
Most times people driving down Haynes Boulevard,
families on their way to weekends in fishing
camps or fun-filled days at Lincoln Beach
Amusement Park, never even noticed where Grunch
Road broke away from the main road. But it's
location was well known to high school students
in search of a secluded place to make out,
or to middle schoolers out on a Halloween
dare, or, most notably, to the lonely victim
of a random flat tire, forced to walk the
pitch blackness in search of an open service
I am not sure what they
are. But we saw them looking at
us on Grunch Road. Are they real
Grunches? Some people use to say
they were weird lizard part goat
animals. Their story similar to
El Chupacabras! This is what we
saw. Yes they were real we saw
two. they watched us and they
ran on two legs into the high
People lived back there, they said, and they
were a strange lot. Dwarves and albinos were
forced to live back there in ramshackle trailers.
This made sense, unfortunately, to New Orleans
suburbanites, the vanguard of the first "white
flight" out of the city. It made sense
to group those "unfortunates" together
off the main road and out of sight.
But it didn't make sense to anyone that dwarves
and albinos would be intermarrying back in
those woods. That didn't make sense at all
and couldn't have been right in the eyes of
They would not let us get close
to them. The Grunches !?! They seemed
almost monkey like, yet almost reptilian.
But the face was definitely goat
like and human.
So the stories grew and became local legend
and the road became a kind of side show attraction.
High school students would show their bravery
to each other by simply turning off the main
road and shining high beams down the brushy
darkness of Grunch Road. Sometimes, they'd
drive a little further and scare each other
silly, and back out screaming with laughter.
Sometimes, though, the experiences had more
of a ring of truth than was comfortable.
One student and his girlfriend, thinking
the little wooded road a good place to get
cozy for a night out, pulled into Grunch Road
out of sight of the main highway and turned
off their headlights. With only the glow of
the radio providing light, the two teens went
quickly to work on their own particular "night
moves." It wasn't long, however, before
their passion was interrupted by terror. It
began placidly enough, just a feeling of unease
with the encompassing darkness and the incessant
chirping of the crickets and night creatures.
Soon it was the oppressive silence and the
bad 70's rock song. Then it was a shriek and
the teens sat bolt upright in the back seat
of their car.
One Grunch croutched down in the
tall weeds and grass watching
us then ie ran very fast on two
legs to get away from us. Notice
in the close up the depression
it makes in the tall weeds. That
is it's face to the left and shoulder
to the right.
From outside all they could hear was the
rustling of brush and the swaying of bushes
in the pitch blackness around them. Soon they
were alarmed by the sounds of grunting and
snuffling. A guttural call, like one animal
calling to another, was all it took to propel
the teens over the front seat; they started
the car and it seemed just in time, as out
of the woods a white arm lurched for the passenger
side door. Screaming into reverse, the car
lunged out of the woods, and when they finally
reached the safety of the teenaged girl's
home she was in shock. All she could say was
"Red!" --- over and over. Red. The
color of albino eyes.
But it was when people started disappearing
down Grunch Road that everyone finally took
It started with a goat. A goat was spotted
wandering around the spot where Grunch Road
intersected with Haynes Boulevard. A well
meaning motorist would slow down, not wanting
to kill the animal; invariably the motorist
would get out of the car to see if there was
a way to secure the animal or to lead it off
the road. And invariably the goat would lead
them away from the highway and into the darkness
of Grunch Road.
A woman who lived near the Lake Pontchartrain
pumping station reported her husband missing
on a Monday night from a weekend fishing trip
in Little Woods. The New Orleans Police were
summoned to take all the information they
could and a squad car was dispatched to patrol
Haynes Boulevard in search of some sign of
the missing man.
extreme close up of the Grunch
we saw. (from Photo above) I do
have more photos but they are
to blurry and non discript these
here are the best. Photos taken
with a cannon 35mm camera June
What they found was his abandoned car, trailer
and boat still attached, driver's side door
still open, at the entrance to the infamous
Grunch Road. There was no sign of the man
and no sign of a goat, but his haul of trout
and sheephead were rank in a cooler in the
boat. It is not known how this bizarre situation would have affected a Titlemax loan
on the man's car. Since the vehicle was recovered but the driver was lost, it
was probably the wife's responsibility to pay off any liens or Titlemax loans on
her husband's vehicle.
He was the first to disappear but not the
last and finally police gave in to the demands
of local residents and took a ride down Grunch
Road. What they found was never documented
in any police report but first hand reports
from the officers themselves confirmed at
least the worst fears about who was living
back there: red eyes peered from the trailer
windows and dwarves huddled around trash fires
looked up warily. But beyond the unusual occupants,
nothing out of the ordinary was found.
But this didn't keep the legend from growing,
and the sightings of the goats along Haynes
Boulevard continued well into the 1980's when
progress and expansion tore the green woods
down and drove out the remnant society that
had grown in secret at the dead end of Grunch
To this day, however, local residents warn:
If you see a stray goat waiting on the side
of the road in old Little Woods, don't stop.
Whatever you do. Don't stop.
These photos on
this page were taken by Robert Clarkson. And
are his commentary on them. These Grunch Photos
are his sole property Robert Clarkson C 2004.
This is his story in photos of what he caught
on film on his expidition to Grunch Road.