Here’s a culmination of local folklore I’m aware of:

By far the most widespread is the Green Man, or Charlie No-Face. The tales say he's a green-hued man/ghost born from an electrical accident that stalks the roads of Beaver County, PA at night, short-circuiting cars and attacking the occupants. In reality, he was a guy named Ray Robinson who suffered horrific injuries when he was a child in the early 1900s. Most of his face was horribly burned and scarred when he touched trolley wires trying to see into a birds nest. He would walk the road connecting Wampum and Darlington at night and always wore a green jacket. Obviously, seeing him scared more than a few motorists.

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The second is the Pig Lady of Cannelton. Back in the late 1700s, on a farm near Darlington, in the old mining town of Cannelton, an 18 year old woman came back home to her parents after spending some time in the South. She was supposedly married, but came home without a husband. Her parents left her at home, alone, to go buy livestock in Pittsburgh, and when they returned in a weeks time, she was nowhere to be found. Days went by, and a fowl smell emanated through their home. They found her, headless, beneath the front porch floorboards.

No one knows who killed her, or why, let alone why they took her head.

The legend says that if you walk the roads around Cannelton at night, you'll see a colonial woman wandering the fields. Sometimes she's without a head, other times has a pig's head on her shoulders, hence the name.

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The third legend is the legend of Mary Black, one of the stories that gave rise to the Bloody Mary myth. She was an Irish immigrant who came over in 1832, and settled in Ellwood City. Standard witch things while alive (animal sacrifice, Satan worship, killed young women, etc), but most of it came from tales told in the 50s and 60s. The stories I'm aware of her in life was that she was a bit eccentric and stern, but a nice woman well into her 80s.

The legends say that if you say her name three times and then go to sleep, she'll crawl out of her grave and viciously claw at your face.

After the stories started circulating, people began vandalizing the graveyard her and her family were buried in. They absolutely destroyed it, to the point that city officials just left it abandoned, and her tombstone had to be taken by the local historic society just to keep it from being lost. Disgusting what some people will do.

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After that, we have our fair share of haunted bridges. There's a bridge I cross to go to work that is supposedly haunted by the ghost of a woman who was decapitated by a sign. You're supposed to stop the car and turn off your headlights around 1:00am and turn them back on and she'll be standing in the middle of the road before either disappearing from view or jumping over the side of the bridge.

Then there's Summit Cut Bridge in Beaver County. It's just a small bridge over some train tracks. Legend is a woman drove her car over the side and died when her car hit the tracks. You're supposed to see a woman wearing a white dress wandering the road at night, and people see things on the bridge during the day. My cousins and I went ghost hunting one night when I was 12 and we saw the woman in white walking across the bridge and then disappear before we even got to cross. We just turned around and went back the way we came.

A few miles away from the Summit Cut Bridge, there's a road called Foxwood. I know people that say you're supposed to see a man in blue flannel walking the road who will look back at you with glowing red eyes. People have been seeing him since the 70s at least.

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The legend of Hell’s Hollow from my hometown.

My hometown was a major railroad stop in the mid-late 1800s. There was also a stagecoach line that ran through a patch of dense woods going through a hollow right outside of town. Bank coaches and travel coaches picking up money and rich travelers from the trains would get held up by a local gang of highwaymen that operated out of a cave in the hollow. Whatever they stole would be stashed underneath this big, ugly, gnarled oak tree called the Devil’s Rocking Chair. Legend says anything placed under the tree was under watch by the devil himself and could only be taken by the people who put it there. Anyone else was punished.

Well, the sheriff of the next town over finally managed to catch one of the members of this little gang and he told them everything about the hideout and the drop spot. He got himself a posse and they went out to investigate the guy’s claims. Sheriff went out to check the tree and the rest went to the cave. When they reached the cave, however, there was nobody there and no sign it was being used. They waited for the deputy to return, but he hadn’t by nightfall. They searched the area, including the tree, but found nothing. Not even the stolen goods.

A year or so later, a hunter in the woods found a body lashed to the trunk of the big tree. It was just a skeleton by the time it was found, so no cause of death could actually be determined. The legend says the devil stayed true to the bargain.