There is a famous legend here in Salem, the town where I live. It regards a house on Route 85 in which a little girl was trapped in a snowstorm several generations ago and died.
Salem, a rural town of about 3,700, was incorporated in 1819 from surrounding lands. Back in those days, the main thoroughfare to Hartford was Route 85 (this, of course, was long before Route 9 and Route 2-- which are now the main highways to travel to the capital-- and long before automobiles). This house, which is on the west side of the turnpike near the Montville border, was once a popular stopping place for travelers en route to Hartford or New London-- they would stop, have a few drinks, and such. It happened that there was once a horrible snowstorm, and a little girl was trapped inside and could not escape. She died.
The house has become the scene of some very vicious activity since. There is only one real estate agent around who will try and sell it. Two things have happened that I know of. One time a group of spiritualists were trying to perform an exorcism on the place. It was a clear, sunny day, and they were sitting in a circle when all of a sudden the candles all winked out. Another time some guy who was the caretaker or something noticed a man sitting on the front step when he parked in the driveway. The man bore a strong resemblance to Abraham Lincoln and was dressed in the fashion of the mid-19th century. The caretaker looked away for a brief moment as he turned off his car, and when he looked back, the man on the step was gone. There are other things, too, but I haven't been able to find much information on the Internet. If anyone knows anything, please post. But anyway, that's the story of the haunted house on Route 85.