The town got its start as an Indian trading post, until pioneers flocked to Myton in 1905 during the land rush of the mostly-unsettled Uinta Basin. Of course, savvy businessmen saw this as an opportunity to set up shop, and pretty soon Myton was bustling with drug stores, a blacksmith shop, furniture store and a lumberyard.
A community hall was set up, used for funerals, shows and dances. Pretty soon, the town boasted two hotels, two cafes, a pool hall and even a car dealership. Over the next 20 years, Myton grew even more and residents were living at their town's peak, but after several large fires and the Great Depression hit, Myton dwindled dramatically.
Today, most residents live in outlying farms, and Main Street is nearly dead.
Ghost Town Soap & Wick Company provides a different explanation of the town's demise—a curse. Filled with non-religious locals, LDS church leader William Smart demanded the town turn to religion.
When the townspeople denied him, he put a curse on the town: "There will come a day when only jack-rabbits and tumbleweeds inhabit Myton's Main Street."
Now known as the Myton Mormon Curse, those words convey what this local company is trying to prevent.
Check out this video they put together on the Myton Curse:
Buildings like the old opera house and those on a once thriving Main Street still exist. A curse, vacated buildings from the 1900s and disastrous fires that helped kill the town's economy—sounds like prime ghost hunting real estate to us.
Getting there: Take I-80 E to exit 146 and merge onto US-40 heading east. Keep on driving and eventually the center of town will be found on a right hand turn.