Who ever started this story.
Atco is a little town in the south Jersey pinelands bordered by Wharton State Forest. So it is pretty much out in the woods. The town is famous for a few things. Atco Dragway and its famous radio commercials of the past. Sunday, Sunday, Atco Dragway!!! We also have a Famous TV celebrity and icon to kids of the 60′s. Sally Star. She had all the Delaware Vally kids watching her cartoon and variety show that was on every afternoon. Now she has a Ice Cream and Sandwich Shop on Jackson Road headed to the Dragway. A favorite take out place for most of Atco’s residents. The other thing Atco is famous or at least noted for is “The Atco Ghost“. An old story about a boy getting hit and killed by a truck on Burnt Mill Road and if you go there now at a certain time and go through a specific ritual with your headlights the ghost will appear. I have not tried it. But I have been down the road many time at night and day and have never seen anything worse than a turkey buzzard eating something dead on the side of the road. Nobody seems to know how the story got started and there are no actual records of any such events. The story did come form somewhere though and who knows. Maybe there is some truth to it. Check out our PAGES and see what you think.
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Many years ago, while just a young kid, I was drag racing my 1960 MG Midget at Atco Dragway (~16.8 @ about 72 MPH). In later years I drove both a B/S Pontiac GTO (1964), which, by the way, beat the Royal Oak Bobcat at Cecil County Dragway in ‘64, and the “Jolly Roger I”, a Super/Super Stock Automatic (which I’m trying desperately to find some pictures of) in SS/SA.
One of my continuing competitors was Bobby Harrop in his ‘62 Super Duty Pontiac (426 w/2 4’s), and we paired off for Competition Eliminator almost very single week, which I usually won. The Jolly Roger was like a freight train at the top end. The other car that would compete on occasion for CE was a ‘55 Chevy called “Mr. C”, and that car must have been revving to 10,000 RPM. I always beat it, but it hurt my ears in my car.
While dragging my MG one afternoon, a competitor in my class was driving a Renault Dauphine (no kidding) and in the short time that we talked, became somewhat friendly.
During what was a lunch break, I came back to find out that while he was coming back from ATCO, the town, to the track, his car was hit right on the road into the track, and he was killed.
In the ensuing years, there were tales of his ghost appearing at the track, although I couldn’t confirm that at all.
I don’t believe in ghosts, but I do believe in cubic inches….
yah i believe in ghost, i would like to see it for my self!
Carly
okay, so we went to see this thing twice. once on thursday night, and now again on sunday night.
here’s what happened both nights:
on thursday night, we were driving there and on the white horse pike, this guy fakept flashing us with his high beams until he finally turned off. we get to burnt mill road and turn on to the paved road.. ahead is the pine barrens, the dirt path, and its covered with huge puddles. so, our drivers thought we had to go in, in order to see the ghost . as were contemplating going in, the same guy that flashed us comes out of nowehre behind us (he had his lights off) and flys into the pine barrens. we follow him, but because fearing our engine would be flooded, backed out, hitting a tree in the process. so, the guy infront of us, seeing we didn’t go in, starts backing up! so we floor it to the beginning of burnt mill road to contemplate going back or not.. as the two cars are sitting there, the guy comes back again! (lights still off) when asked what he was doing he said “oh, just playing in the mud” he said he didn’t believe in the ghost.. and then he said “they’re might be a bonfire tonight, come back into the woods.” being creeped out, we left after he turned around, lights off.
so we drive to this shopping center, because we really wanted to go back.
I grew up in Atco and in the late ’80s we used to party near the end of Burnt Mill Rd. (Near where it turns to dirt) Although we knew about the ghost story, we never saw it but we did hear bizarre sounds that we attributed to the Jersey Devil. A dozen times we went “Devil Hunting” back there and heard it often. We wanted to catch it, but were never successful.