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230 E.Main St. Evansville, WI. (Destroyed)

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Directions: Take Highway 14 (south)into the city of Evansville. When you come to the 4-way stop (the intersection of Highway 14 & E. Main St.), the convenience store on the left side (a Citgo station called "The Station") is where the Evansville House once stood.

Originally built in 1834, The Evansville house started it's life as an Inn for weary stagecoach travelers.

In 1894, with the days of the stagecoach long behind it, the Evansville House was changed from an inn, to a boardinghouse by it's new owners.

In 1979, the Evansville House was turned into a restaurant, and renamed the East Side Steak House. It would remain a restaurant for several years until a fire destroyed the historic building, years later.

Nothing remains of the Evansville House. What wasn't taken by the fire, was razed. A Convenience store now stands on the spot where the Evansville House once stood.

  • Around the turn of the century, heavy footsteps (as if someone was wearing heavy boots) were heard moving through the hallways, and up and down the stairwells. The footsteps...

  • As the story is told: The Evansville House was fairly new, when a young chambermaid had fallen in love with a traveling salesman who was a frequent visitor to the inn.

    The salesman was also madly in love with the chambermaid, however, he was also married to another woman, so any kind of romance would have to be kept secret.

    The affair lasted for several months, until tragedy struck. Depressed, over the fact that he could never have the woman he truly loved, and hating the idea of someone else ever having his place, in her heart, the salesman strangled the chambermaid, and fled the inn.

    At this time,a freight train just happened to be passing nearby. Seeing an opportunity to get out of town, the salesman ran alongside the train,and tried to board it, but his legs slipped, and he fell underneath the train. Killing him instantly.

    It is believed that the footfalls, heard late at night, were from the salesman. Pacing the floors, still trying to seek out his lost lover.

    ....The Evansville House Site, today.