Anson, Texas- The Anson Light – Eighteen miles southeast of Hamlin, at the junction of US-180, sits Anson, named in honor of Dr. Anson Jones, the last president of the Republic of Texas. Anson was also a stop on the legendary Butterfield Stage U.S. Mail route that ran between St. Louis and San Francisco from 1858 to 1861. The Light is viewed at the crossroads near the Mount Hope Cemetery. The cemetery is located going towards the country. The lights are viewed by driving down the dirt farm road equivalent of about a half mile or more. As you drive closer to the cemetery towards the lights they disappear. The railroad tracks which are sometimes credited as the source of the lights are actually ½ mile south of the crossroads.
Might I make a request? Does anyone have stories about San Antonio? We're vacationing there this summer and would love to check some of them out. Thanks!
My grandmother's house in Pasadena,TX is haunted, by what I believe to be about a 6 year old little boy. He's just mischievous, turning up the volume on the radio, turning both the radio and the tv on, starting a clock that hasn't had new batteries in decades. He'll go away for awhile and then just show up again one day.
San Antonio - The Emily Morgan Hotel - Floor nine is a very active floor. Having been unaware that the building formerly occupying this spot housed wounded soldiers during the battle of the Alamo, we stayed on the top floor. We had no problem with the room other than the air-conditioner going on and off all night. The elevator would not take us to the floor we wanted. Once we did get moving the doors would open and shut about ten times before standing still long enough to let us out. Management had responded to earlier complaints of the same but the motor was fine. The twelfth floor, seventh floor and the basement are very active places also. Ice machines, vending machines and air conditioning regularly malfunction. The current building was built as a hospital on the area that used to be part of the Alamo compound. The basement was used as a morgue and the seventh floor was used at one time for terminal illnesses.
Oooooo, Thank you so much DonaCatalina! I will definately have to check that out.
Knarlyknot:
Check out a book called Weird Texas; it includes several places in San Antonio that are reputedly haunted. This includes the donkey-headed woman (a woman in white legend) and a spot where a school bus was hit by a train and where your car will roll UPHILL and then have ghostly, child-size handprints on the bumper! Enjoy!
Blackbead
in town they say the kitchen at the very expensive resturant is haunted they can't keep cooks.
My brother also claims our house is haunted. he says wierd things happen doors mysteriously open my mother said she was home alone and a ceramic figure jumped off the shelf
Quote from: Blackbead on May 14, 2008, 01:09:28 PM
Knarlyknot:
Check out a book called Weird Texas; it includes several places in San Antonio that are reputedly haunted. This includes the donkey-headed woman (a woman in white legend) and a spot where a school bus was hit by a train and where your car will roll UPHILL and then have ghostly, child-size handprints on the bumper! Enjoy!
Blackbead
The school bus thing was debunked. Sorry. The railroad track is on the edge of the helix curve and its looks as if you're rolling uphill while you're actually rolling downhill. The cops also take a very DIM view of people stopping their cars on the tracks to check this one out.
The Emily Morgan is on one side of the Alamo and the Menger is on the other side. Both are haunted and decent priced for hotels in the area. The Emily Moran was named after the woman that helped Texas by distracting Santa Anna and became known at The Yellow Rose of Texas.
Quote from: Lady Christina de Pond on May 14, 2008, 01:22:02 PM
in town they say the kitchen at the very expensive resturant is haunted they can't keep cooks.
My brother also claims our house is haunted. he says wierd things happen doors mysteriously open my mother said she was home alone and a ceramic figure jumped off the shelf
Where is this restaurant?
I actually bought Weird Texas for my grandfather last Christmas, I'll have to see if I can borrow it!
Quote from: DonaCatalina on May 14, 2008, 02:58:45 PM
Quote from: Lady Christina de Pond on May 14, 2008, 01:22:02 PM
in town they say the kitchen at the very expensive resturant is haunted they can't keep cooks.
My brother also claims our house is haunted. he says wierd things happen doors mysteriously open my mother said she was home alone and a ceramic figure jumped off the shelf
Where is this restaurant?
In Rome Ga
I typically don't believe in "hauntings" or "ghosts" but I have had a disturbing "experience" which I don't care to go into detail about. Years later I've heard similar stories from other people having encountered the same thing in the same place. I've also found that this place is considered the most paranormally active site in North America by people in those type of circles. Those of you from Louisville, KY already know where I'm talking about... I've never been back.
Those of you who have been there, my experience involved the 3rd floor and hearing singing. I hear it's pretty typical.
https://www.prairieghosts.com/waverly_tb.html
Waverly! I so want to go there. I do know of some one planning a trip and want to try and make it.
Abilene, Texas – Fort Phantom Hill – several photos have appeared in the local Abilene newspapers that have 'ghostly' figures in them. There have been reports of cold spots and the sounds of footsteps, particularly around the powder magazine. There have been several reports of sightings of soldiers near the old hospital that vanish when approached. Fort Phantom Hill Lake is supposed to be haunted by a spectral figure of a woman who wanders the shoreline.
I work at the Scott Theatre in Fort Worth, and in the 60s a stagehand hung himself in the sub-basement. There's a ton of stories, so my dad (who has his own paranormal investigation group) decided to check it out and brought me along. The first year we did it, we got several evps, two which contained my name! The second year we investigated, we were all in the sub-basement and heard someone walking above us, but thought it was the guys that were still there working. When we got upstairs, they swear they had been in a totally different room watching tv for the past hour. And where the footsteps were coming from was covered in scenery, so there's no way anyone could have been walking there...
Speaking of ghosts and hauntings, I coulda swore I posted in here earlier!!!
ANYwho...The property the resort I work for sits on dates back quite a ways and the majority of the island was English, French or Indian burial ground at one time or another, so I hear similar stories from employees and guests alike season after season.
To name a few:
The painting of the little girl whose hands switch positions (left over right, right over left)
The boy who plays ball in the main lobby
The girl who plays piano in the theater and the man who sits in the balcony of the same
The woman (who's only ever seen from the waist up) who wanders around the outside of the main lobby
and Harvey...our generic catchall ghost who, depending on the story, is a former guest or student (this resort was a college at one time) who was killed/committed suicide/died of natural causes.
Also, the company I work for owns the resort that inspired "The Shining" as well as the resort the original movie was filmed in and the resort the made-for-TV remake was shot at.
At the Stronghold Olde English Faire, there a castle on the grounds where they have regular tours. There is an upstairs nursery room in the castle that I've toured through more than once. It has always given me the creeps for some reason. Some have maintained that the room is haunted. Whether or not, it isn't a very cheerful room and I can't imagine what it would be like trying to sleep there at night.
The grounds of the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire and the mansion it was built around have lots of stories attached. The grounds have their own stories that aren't necessarily related to the mansion, but if you believe in that type of thing there are a few past owners and residents sticking around the mansion. The mansion was built in the early 1800's and renovated several times (most of the "big" stuff happened in 1890 with the last family owner, Daisy Grubb). I haven't seen anything major but I've felt stuff in there several times. We keep trying to get management to bring in The Ghost Hunters or someone to investigate or let us do some of our own little sleepovers or whatnot. Fun stuff that most of the PaRF patrons have no idea about!
Quote from: Casche on May 15, 2008, 03:11:24 PM
I work at the Scott Theatre in Fort Worth, and in the 60s a stagehand hung himself in the sub-basement. There's a ton of stories, so my dad (who has his own paranormal investigation group) decided to check it out and brought me along. The first year we did it, we got several evps, two which contained my name! The second year we investigated, we were all in the sub-basement and heard someone walking above us, but thought it was the guys that were still there working. When we got upstairs, they swear they had been in a totally different room watching tv for the past hour. And where the footsteps were coming from was covered in scenery, so there's no way anyone could have been walking there...
I used to work in that building! Can't say I recall ever having any paranormal experiences. But I generally stayed in one little isolated area toward the rear (Montgomery Street) exit. Seems that I vaguely remember a Texas Wesleyan stagehand telling me one time about how he was working really late there one night and swore someone else was in the building (when he knew there could not have been). I think he heard some noises or something. Went to investigate and couldn't find anything.
Quote from: Elkyn on May 15, 2008, 10:39:27 PM
I used to work in that building! Can't say I recall ever having any paranormal experiences. But I generally stayed in one little isolated area toward the rear (Montgomery Street) exit. Seems that I vaguely remember a Texas Wesleyan stagehand telling me one time about how he was working really late there one night and swore someone else was in the building (when he knew there could not have been). I think he heard some noises or something. Went to investigate and couldn't find anything.
Actually, I think I know who you're talking about (I used to be completely in love with him, heh). I only work there now during the summer with Kids Who Care, but I do a lot of costuming, which means I'm down in the sub-basement a lot... Mostly by myself. It's pretty creepy down there even if you didn't know someone died down there!
Was it around 1995 or 96? (actually 96 would be more accurate in my time frame)
Well, I'll weigh in with my brush with he paranormal. I'm going to preface this with the statement that I do not believe in ghosts, BUT I once saw something for which I could/can find no plausible explanation:
Many years ago in my familys old house (built in 1979-we were the first people to live in it), my grandmother came to visit us. She was sleeping in the livingroom on the hide-a-bed couch. I had always been a 'night-owl' and my habit was to stay up very late reading,painting or drawing.
This particular night, I had just finished a book (or a chapter of a book) and decided that I would retire for the evening (everyone else had gone to bed hours before). But before bedding down for the night, I needed to take care of some-er- necessary business before hand. I stepped out into the hallway into darkness to begin my trek to 'that little room' and thought I saw something moving in the living room. I looked to the left up the hall into the living room where my grandmother was sleeping soundly and that's when I saw the strangest, most inexplicable thing I have ever seen. Two or three little flashing orbs of a blue-ish silvery light floating about two or three feet above where Mammaw was sleeping. They looked like slow-motion camera flashes, only tiny. And they were NOT fireflies (wrong color, too stationary and wrong time of year). I stood there and watched to see if it happened again. Nothing. Almost as if they knew they'd been seen. I considered and explored every possible explanation for the occurance, but nothing panned out. To this day, I have no explanation for what happened that night.
Alice, Texas - The Old Rialto Theater on Main Street - This movie theater closed in the 1980's. Former employees and an occasional patron claimed to have seen shadowy figures in the upper darkened hallways and to have experienced feelings of dread. Feelings of being watched from the upper levels were a common experience. An old story passed down among some employees claimed that a manager was killed during a light night robbery. No one has ever unearthed a police report for this.
Alexander, Texas - McDow's Hole - The frontier cabin where she met her fate is long gone, but perhaps ... something of Jenny Papworth still remains at the old McDow Ghost Hole about two miles south of Harbin, Texas.
She was a pretty girl, supposedly. No raving beauty to be sure, but the frontier life suited her well, and she was the sum total of Charlie Papworth's world. She and Charlie, along with her oldest son, Temple, had undertaken the difficult trek from Georgia to what would become Erath County in the 1870s. Charlie had made the journey earlier, and Jenny and her son followed shortly thereafter. They settled on a stretch of land near Green's Creek, next to a wide meadow and near the McDow watering hole. Their neighbors, the McDows and Keiths, came to help build their cabin, and at least for a time all was calm. Jenny had another baby and the four of them lived happily together. Then Charlie received a letter and had to go away. Both of his parents had died, and he had inherited much of their property, He decided the best thing for Jenny would be to have her stay with one of their two friendly neighbors during the evenings. He felt she would be safe enough during the day, but he feared the growing outlaw bands to the east. Charlie thought his plan was foolproof. After all, the railroad was a growing thing, and enough track had been laid to make the journey back to Georgia much easier than their original overland trek. He'd be back before she even knew it. Thus, Jenny spent each day at the cabin, and then she, the baby and Temple would spend the night at the Keith's or McDow's. This continued for several nights, until one evening when she did not show up at either home. Both families initially thought she had gone to stay with the other. But when morning came Jenny was nowhere to be found, nowhere at all. The families frantically began a search. They went to the cabin and found it apparently deserted. Blood was on the floor. A thorough search found young Temple, weeping incoherently, under the rawhide bed in the room. The search spread out far and wide. Comanche Indians were accused, but the suspected tribe, which lived near the site of the present-day city of Coleman, Texas, was later found to be friendly. Many of the Indians knew Charlie and Jenny Papworth. They were upset to hear she had vanished. So, inevitably, suspicion fell on the man who insisted so strongly that the Comanches were to blame, a man suspected of outlaw dealings himself. Legend names him W. P. Brownlow. Charlie returned and Brownlow became a certain target. Faced with doom at the end of Papworth's rifle, he began what can only be called a smear campaign. Papworth and Jenny had prospered in the two years they had remained in the territory. How? Brownlow asserted it was because Charlie was a rustler. Surprisingly, some people began to believe him. The outcome was inevitable. After witnessing the abduction and death of his mother, Temple woke again to see a horde of masked men coming for his father. Along with six other men, he was hanged on a tree near the McDow Hole. Temple bravely climbed the tree and cut down the men. Six Death had already claimed, but Charlie Papworth was miraculously alive. They rode off together, away from the horrors they had known. But Jenny, Charlie's beloved, remained. The first to see her were members of the Keith family. A drought had gripped the land, and the McDow hole was one of the last bastions of good water left in the area. Three nights Bill Keith and his 13-year-old son attempted to stay in the cabin, and three nights Jenny visited them, each apparition more horrible than the last. On the first night, someone was at the door. It was Jenny, holding her baby. As Keith and his son looked on in terror, she vanished without a sound. "A dream," Keith told himself the next morning. He was determined to stay. The next evening Jenny appeared again, gliding through the walls of the cabin. Still, Keith thought it was all only a dream. And then, on the third night, he knew the visions shared by him and his son had been no dream. She was there at the door again, so real he could have reached out and touched her. He asked if it was truly her, if she was really alive and had escaped from whatever fate had held her. She screamed. The terrible sound reverberated through the twilight, and then Jenny was gone. Only the night remained, cold and unforgiving. Thereafter, Keith avoided the Papworth cabin at all costs. After that, Jenny's shade was reported ranging all over the Erath County countryside. She would appear holding her baby on nearby railroad tracks. The engineer would hurriedly throw the brakes, bringing the thundering locomotive to a stop -- usually too late. Yet, when the panic-stricken crew would leap out to examine the tracks, there was never any trace of Jenny or her infant child. Tales of Jenny's haunting continued. Many thought she was looking for her killer. Others said she wanted to lead someone to her bones. Perhaps, though, Jenny got her revenge on her murderer and her husband's would-be killer. Brownlow had moved far to the east along the county line and lived a secluded existence. Word came that he was sick and that he had a disease no doctor could cure. On his deathbed, Brownlow is said to have confessed to the murder of Jenny Papworth. She had seen him talking to known cattle rustlers, and he had to kill her. Just before he confessed, Brownlow supposedly writhed under the influence of a terrible dream, screaming "Don't let her touch me!" and "The blood!" over and over again. After his confession, Brownlow gave up the ghost himself. Most believe it was also Brownlow who led the masked men who tried to hang Charlie Papworth. Brownlow wasn't the only casualty of Jenny's wrath, though. A Pennsylvanian coffin-maker had moved into the territory. He was supposedly a talented fiddle player, and his music could be heard easily. Then for several days his fiddle fell silent. Finally, neighbors came to visit the cabin. They found the coffin-maker on the floor, his face drawn into a rictus of fear and dread. The coffin-maker was suddenly in need of a coffin himself. Another time, a group of robbers visited the cabin. They suffered the same fate; their fright-contorted faces the only testament to whatever ghastly events had transpired. Far and wide, stories of Jenny spread. One legend says Green's Creek changed course and some human bones were found in an old well. Popular opinion holds that these were the mortal remains of Jenny and her baby, but the validity of the story is questionable.
Even today, though, stories are still told about the McDow Hole Ghost. In fact, so many stories have been told the legend has even attracted "professionals." Mary Joe Clendenin, a local author, says her father, Joe Fitzgerald, told her the story of Jenny many years ago when she was a young girl. It is from her father's account that many of the "Jenny" stories spring. Among the many souls who have attempted to lay Jenny's spirit to rest included a traveling medium that came to the area in the 1950s, she said. The medium said he intended to free Jenny's wandering shade. Clendenin said she wasn't certain he did. "He stopped at our house to ask directions to the McDow Hole," she said. "He claimed he was planning to lay Jenny's spirit to rest. We never saw him after that, so I don't know if he was successful." Wes Miller of Morgan Mill said he had fished, swam and worked the land around the McDow Hole all of his life, ever since 1927. Often, his mules would become skittish around the watering hole, and he felt a presence around the hole itself. Once, when he was a young boy, he came there to swim one day. A chill suddenly filled the watering hole. Miller and several of his young companions built a fire, but it scattered and went out quickly. "What would cause a cold like that and a fire to go out so suddenly?" he asked. "I don't know. I've had a lot of time to think about that incident, though." Miller said he felt more-or-less accepted by whatever he felt at the watering hole. He said he sensed no real danger there, but he added he would still find it hard to spend the night there alone, even at 77 years of age. So, the question remains: Is Jenny still around? Did Clendenin's mysterious spiritualist release her soul? If those bleached bones really were hers, did she slowly weaken and fade? Or does some remnant of Jenny Papworth even now remain, lost and fated to haunt the darkness? Clendenin said she didn't know. "I certainly believe that she was real," Clendenin said. "I've never been fortunate enough to see a ghost, though. Something of Jenny may still remain, but I can't say." Miller agreed, saying where Jenny was couldn't be known. "Of Jenny's ghost, who can say?" he said. "Who knows what sort of place she is in here in our world -- or out of our world?"
Fire station #2 at RAF Mildenhall UK was supposedly the morgue during WW2. Spent more than a few nights there, never saw nothin. One 'o the tanker drivers claims to have seem something. He wern't right fer the next several hours :o
Quote from: maelstrom0370 on May 15, 2008, 06:36:14 PM
Also, the company I work for owns the resort that inspired "The Shining" as well as the resort the original movie was filmed in and the resort the made-for-TV remake was shot at.
Might that be the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park?
From everything said Stephen King wrote the book after spending the night at the Stanley. I also know that the made for TV version was filmed there. Ghost Hunters have been there two times and coming back for a third. it truely is haunted.
Doors will open and close on their own and they were solidly closed. Glasses have just shattered, a little girls voice can be heard and will even respond.
Quote from: Lady_Delaney on May 21, 2008, 10:08:14 AM
Quote from: maelstrom0370 on May 15, 2008, 06:36:14 PM
Also, the company I work for owns the resort that inspired "The Shining" as well as the resort the original movie was filmed in and the resort the made-for-TV remake was shot at.
Might that be the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park?
From everything said Stephen King wrote the book after spending the night at the Stanley. I also know that the made for TV version was filmed there. Ghost Hunters have been there two times and coming back for a third. it truely is haunted.
Doors will open and close on their own and they were solidly closed. Glasses have just shattered, a little girls voice can be heard and will even respond.
That would be the one! The original was filmed in Mt Hood, Oregon. I think it's called the Timberline. And yea, Stephen King spent the winter at the Stanley with just the winter caretaker. The former GM of the Stanley was responsible for getting the Ghost Hunters out there the second time. Really raised revenue for the hotel!! I used to work with the head of Maintenance for the Stanley. He told me he couldn't keep the room number on the door of the suite King made so famous in the book (213? 223?) Guests kept stealing it off the door!! ;D
Alvin, Texas - Harby Jr. High - During the Galveston Hurricane of 1900, some people were buried where the school was eventually built. Official reports state that these were temporary burials caused by the large number of dead and lack of mortuary space. The bodies were later removed for permanent burial elsewhere by their families. Local stories say that not all of the bodies were found and moved. Teachers have reported seeing the faces of people in windows. Showers in the locker rooms will turn on without anyone being in the locker room. At least one visitor has claimed to have captured orbs or faces in photos of the school.
Anson, Texas - Anson Lights - The story was covered by the television series Unsolved Mysteries some time back . Many residents from Anson and the near town of Abilene have gone to witness these phenomenal lights. The cemetery is located going towards the country. The lights are viewed by driving down the dirt farm road equivalent of about a half mile or more. As you drive closer to the cemetery towards the lights they disappear. As for the actual story for this occurrence, is unsolved. Local myth says that this light is the ghost of a mother carrying a lantern looking for her missing child. The child had left the house on cold winter day and was lost and froze to death. The mother's spirit still searches for her child.
Aquilla, Texas - trains on the invisible railroads - There used to be a railroad track here. A long time ago the city burnt down twice because of the trains throwing sparks. When the line was abandoned they decided to just take up all the rails. Every now and then around in the middle of the night you can hear the train. Residents say it's so loud that it will wake you up from a dead sleep! You can see the light on the front and hear it blow its whistles! But it never stops it just goes right through town.
My ghost story comes from the house I grew up in. Had three instances of unusual things happening.
1)The first comes on a night my sister, my best friend and I were in the basement and my sister said "let's have a seance (however that's spelled). As the three of us were moving the table into place one of our dogs toys was picked up and flew across the room and hit the wall. We were the only ones down there and all our hands were on the table. So who threw the toy??
2) A few years later I was getting dressed for a baseball game, and I couldn't find my bat and glove. I looked everywhere. So I asked the ghost if they knew where they where to put them where I could find them before I had to leave. I went back upstairs and changed into my uniform. Went back down stairs to the basement. And sitting on the couch was the bat and glove. I know for sure they were not there, when I went to change.
3) In high school, a buddy, his girlfriend and one other friend were down in the basement playing on a Ouija board. My mother had a hanging plant, hanging from a pole in the basement and while we were goofing around the plant started to swing. Not a gentle swing either. My buddy noticed it first and asked if it had ever done that before. We all turned and watched it for a few minutes to see what it would do. The whole time we watched, the swinging plant didn't stop or slow down. It kept a steady swing side to side. I got up put the board away and stopped the plant. That was the last day I ever played that game again.
There tons of other stories from the local area. But those were ones that happened directly to me.
To preface, I'm not sure if I believe in ghosts or not.
My experience is at my church in Fort Worth, TX. I've gone to the church my whole life and have had moments of being creeped out in certain places. Ever since I was little, the atrium and the second floor old the older building in particular would creep me out as well as the chapel area. When I was in high school, I worked in the nursery which was in the basement. I often would arrive early, so I would be down there alone. Sometimes I would think I saw the top of a child's head through the glass window, but when I opened the door, there was nobody there. Very often, I would also hear footsteps, but couldn't ever locate the person walking. My friend worked there too and would get creeped out as well. I wouldn't say I absolutely believe it was a ghost, but it sure did scare senseless when it happened.
My boss at the time also told me that the janitor experienced things too. He would turn the lights of on the third floor. He would close down the chuch, and then get to the parking lot and see that the lights would be back on. He would have to go back in and turn them off. If I'm not mistaken, it would happen repeatedly on the same night.
For people that know me, it's common enough knowledge that I am a believer in the paranormal. I am, however, a very skeptical believer. I'm actually a (currently stepping back to take care of other things) member of a newly forming paranormal investigative group. I've been doing a lot of research and things for them recently, and we're all more or less trying to get our little group equipped to start formal investigations within the next year.
Now, the reason I'm so into the paranormal is...well, it's kind of something I grew up with. I remember seeing things in my grandparents old house in Columbus, but I was very small back then (around 4). When we moved to Highland County, I always thought the house was a bit creepy, but I didn't pay a lot of attention to it for a long time. The utility room, which also had a half-bath, always freaked me out, especially the shower area. When I got a little older, into my early-mid teens, I would occasionally spot a little girl peeking out from behind the door of the utility room if I was sitting in the family room. There was also a mirror my grandmother got at an auction when I was about 14 or 15. Me, my sister, my best friend, AND my cousin all admitted to having seen a woman standing behind us when we'd come up the stairs (the mirror hung at the end of the hall). Right around my 17th birthday, my best friend and I were at the house alone, and sitting out on the back deck. We decided we wanted some music, so I headed inside to haul down my stereo. As I ran up the stairs, Manda heard me scream, came running up to see what was wrong, and saw this, too: The woman was inside the mirror, pounding on it--the thing was actually moving. I know, I know, it sounds really far-fetched, but I can assure you, I'm not lying, I wasn't on drugs or drunk, and I would never make up stories about my experiences. Manda and I ran back out to find our friend Jesse in the backyard. He'd been helping the guy next door put up siding and heard us scream (my bedroom window was open), so he'd come over to find out what was going on. It was pretty crazy. O.o
Like I said, I've had off an on experiences throughout my life...but I still won't believe everything I hear. For that matter, I still don't totally believe some of the things -I- have experienced. Honestly, if my grandmother still owned that house (she sold it after I got married), I'd talk her into letting my group investigate it, just to see what we could dismiss. xD
Arlington - Six Flags Over Texas - In the Texas section next to the entrance of the "Texas Giant" is a yellow candy store. It is the oldest building in the park. It was said that in the early 1900's a young girl (8 or so) drowned in Johnson's Creek. She supposedly can be seen walking the railroad tracks or in her room in the yellow house turning the light on and off or opening the curtain and then closing it. Security guards at night also have problems locking the upstairs door because "ANNIE" feels playful.
I have three instances of where I've had encounters.
First was when I was about... 6 years old. When my parents woke me up in the morning, I told them how "mr joe came to visit me last night" They didn't know what the heck I was talking about. I explained to them that an old family friend, Mr. Joe, had woken me up in the middle of the night because he was so bright. He stood in my window and told me not to worry, everything was going to be alright. He said he was just watching over me, that he always would, and that I should go back to sleep. I told them that he was dressed in white and that I asked him to turn his lights off, cause I couldn't sleep. I said that he laughed and said sure, but that he'd stay with me. My parents basically patted me on the head, said it was a dream and went on about their business. About an hour later they got a call that Mr. Joe had had a heart attack at 2 in the morning the night before and had died.
Second and third happened in the same place. I used to work at an old plantation house, giving tours. It was slow on a... tuesday, I think. o one was there except me and the manager. We were going to an upstairs storage room on the property to get some stuff out and we noticed that a porch light was on. We turned it off, and went upstairs. When we came back downstairs, it was on again, so we turned it off, and took the stuff back to the main house to drop off. We went back and the porchlight was on again. We thought it was odd, but turned it off and went upstairs. Came down again, and it was on. My manager frowned and turned it off and said "I know you're excited about electric lights, guys, but we're trying to conserve energy. Can you please stop?" We came back a bit later and it hadn't turned on again.
in the same plantation, I had gone to use the restroom. I had finished and was zipping up my pants when behind me the toilet flushed and both knobs of the sink turned on. I bolted, lol. I made the yard guy go turn the water off because I wouldn't go back into that bathroom.
Austin, Texas - Driskill Hotel - people claim that they hear people playing upstairs. They also claim that they feel something touching their face and arms. Some people even say that they see figures in their windows and sitting in chairs.
My house is haunted. Its not very old. It was built in 1977, its a split level house with an addition above the garage thats only like 10 years old. Our lowest floor is the only level completly below ground. its only two rooms and only one is finished. the next level up is were I sleep. My room is on the far corner of the house and half of my room is underground so its always cold in the winter and in the summer its hot and my door sticks. The next level is the entrance to the house and the kitchen but that level doesnt go above my room. the next one is the last original level and that is the one with the old master bedroom that sit directly above my room and the room next to mine. My two little brothers sleep in this room. the oldest of the two sleeps directly above me and the other sleep above the spare room across the hall from me. when we first moved in it was august so my door would stick shut but the first couple nights i wouldnt sleep in my room because someone kept opening my door. my room will randomly get cold in the summer (even when the ac is off) and my brother and i hear people walking between us. if you sleep in the spare room you can hear people in between the bathroom next to it and the lower unfinished room. Things in our house randomly go missing (part of that is the two inch thick shag carpet in on my floor) but i think that is just the nisse not a ghost. The walking still continues but we've gotten use to it and my door still opens which still kinda freaks me out. My mom has heard all of these things and my dad thinks we are all crazy. Its kinda weird living here.
A good friend of mine, Mike O.
His wife died of cancer when she was 36. Very sudden and very short.
Left three girls behind. Ages from 5 to 13.
For two weeks the girls keep telling dad how mom was looking in on them from outside the windows.
Ballinger, Texas - Texas Burger House Restaurant - This place used to be a burger restaurant but closed down when the owner died. Locals claim that the ghost of the original owner haunts the second floor of the place. The property was sold and it has now been turned into a Mexican Restaurant and the second floor is now used as a storage place but some of the employees have said they get a cold feeling when entering the second floor.
Oh have I got stories!
When I was growing up in a house in Long Beach, Calif. there were a lot of poltergeist activities. I could hear furniture moving in the living room at night, the water faucet in the bathroom between my room and my brother's would turn on and off and the toilet would flush. Footsteps coming down the hall towards my room....I saw weird things too in my room like snakes with glowing eyes and the worst was when a figure like a policeman came out from behind my desk with a gun pointed at me! Yup, yell like crazy for mommy!
Interestingly enough most of that stopped by the time I reach Junior High, but in the 1971 earthquake up in Sylmar, (we felt it too not as bad as up there at the point of destruction) and we all heard this huge crash inside our house. An examination from top to bottom showed nothing wrong.
That was the last time anything ever happen in that house.
Up in Tujunga, California (east San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles) I have no doubt that 'lay lines' cross there. It's a very odd, magical, phsyic area and one of the things that is totally unnerving there are the dogs in the area.
At any time, but mostly at night, the dogs in the area will start barking. And then all of the sudden it stops. I mean dead quite! I lived on Las Lunitas street when I was there.
Also in Tujunga, at the intersection of Commerce and Valmont, (there's an old stone house that's used for meetings and such with a park around it on the corner there) that intersection is like passing through a void. It's like you go through it and seemingly you blank out. It happened to my then husband at night and because of it, a truck coming the other way may have also experienced it and hit my husband's car just behind the driver's seat.
(He got a cut on his head and some bruises and he swore it was a red truck that hit him, but there was blue paint on his car where the damage was done.)
When we lived in our first apartment in Hawaii I always the feeling of being watched, especially when my hubby was at work. It was a very small apartment on the bottom floor of a house, next to the garage. It essentially had a bedroom and a kitchen. At the end of the kitchen were some sliding glass doors that led to the driveway. We were woken up one night by a loud crash, it sounded like someone had shattered the sliding glass doors. We jumped and looked around, found nothing. We checked with our landlords who lived above us the next day and they didn't hear anything and didn't have anything break on their level either. A year or so later we moved to a larger apartment two houses down and became friends with the new tenants of our old apartment. About six months after they moved in, they had the same experience!!! The wife even felt like she was being watched also.
Belton, Texas - Wal-Mart - There have been two separate sightings a night time manager was walking by a toy aisle and saw a woman with a Wal-Mart smock on but no one was supposed to be in the area so she stopped and went back to the aisle and the woman was no where to be found. On a different occasion a night associate was in the receiving area and turned to see a little boy, she heard a noise and turned her head away for a moment and turned it back and the boy was gone.
Being in middle Tn as long as I have, you are always going to come across some haunted history, especially anything involving the Civil War.
Anywhere you read, they always talk about The Battle of Franklin, being the bloodiest battle during the war.
I can remember visiting two particular houses in Franklin: The Carter House and Carnton Plantation. Both beautiful houses and rich with history.
There are several sites listed, well, for Carnton, anyway, because that was one of the main sites for the huge blood bath, The Battle of Franklin.
I can remember visiting the Plantation when I was a child, and always felt unnerved being there. You can feel the anguish in the air. I can imagine that more spirits have been stirring in the past 15 years, due to the fact that they built a golf course, separate gift shops, and a neighborhood right as you get there.
If I were a ghost, I think I'd be a little peeved as well, coming there and disturbing my peace.
All that aside, the times that I did visit Carter House, the only place I felt strange, but weirdly happy, was the childen's room, upstairs. I recall that there was a little doll cradle that was about floor level with a broken china dolly in it.
We went in the fall, where it was still hot outside, but a little chill was in the air in the room. I saw the dolly in the cradle, turn my head to look out the window, and then the dolly was gone. I was in the room by myself because I had paused to look out the window, just to soak in the scenery and the group had left me. Yeah, I got out of there pretty fast when I realized I was by myself.
Links if you will: if they don't work, then let me know :)
http://www.carterhouse1864.com
http://www/appalachianghostwalks.com
http://www.realhaunts.com
http://www/carnton.org
http://www/hauntedhouses.com
http://www/ghostweb.com
http://www/johnnorrisbrown.com
http://www.prairieghosts.com/carnton
Does anyone know if the historic hotels in Alpine, Texas are haunted?
Hubby wants to ride out that way on Amtrak and I'd much rather NOT share my room with a ghost.
Now Dona, your the one that started this tread and you and I have talked about ghost, but you don't want to share a room with one? I tried to at the Myrtles, but had no such luck. I did get a few good pics in a cave on the Natchez Trace on the way back from Rendezvous.
http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n12/Yroze/vacation%202008/?start=56
Quote from: DonaCatalina on June 30, 2008, 09:20:54 AM
Does anyone know if the historic hotels in Alpine, Texas are haunted?
Hubby wants to ride out that way on Amtrak and I'd much rather NOT share my room with a ghost.
Quote from: yrose on June 30, 2008, 09:51:04 PM
Now Dona, your the one that started this tread and you and I have talked about ghost, but you don't want to share a room with one? I tried to at the Myrtles, but had no such luck. I did get a few good pics in a cave on the Natchez Trace on the way back from Rendezvous.
http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n12/Yroze/vacation%202008/?start=56
Quote from: DonaCatalina on June 30, 2008, 09:20:54 AM
Does anyone know if the historic hotels in Alpine, Texas are haunted?
Hubby wants to ride out that way on Amtrak and I'd much rather NOT share my room with a ghost.
I want to find out where all the haunted places are so I can avoid them. ;) Getting surprised by a full body apparition is hard on the old ticker. :o
Since this week is the 4th of July, I was reminded that if you do want to see a ghost, one of your best bets is on the 4th at the Millermore in Dallas. Lt. Governor Barry Miller has been more regularly sighted on the 4th than any other day. I've seen him twice myself on the 4th. He died in the upstairs right hand bedroom that is currently furnished as a children's room.
Dallas - Millermore - A two story Greek revival home completed in 1861, is currently the center piece of Old City Park Museum. Over the last 30 years there have been continual stories of a haunting in the house. Many unrelated individuals (museum guests, volunteers, and staff) have sensed the presence of a female spirit in the house. The activity seems to center around the former nursery and master bedroom on the second floor. Some people have reported seeing a woman in the upstairs window wearing Civil War era dress. This 1860's mansion was the home of the same Dallas family for over 100 years before becoming part of the museum. Consistent stories are told of a ghostly female presence in the second floor area around the former nursery. Occasionally there have been reported sightings of a male apparition who matches the description of Barry Miller who was Lieutenant Governor of Texas from 1924-1928. He died at Millermore on June 20, 1933 according to his obituary published June 21, 1933. The obituary can be found in the archives of the Dallas Morning News.
LOL I own a Paranormal group, called Northern Nights Paranormal Investigations
We do alot of hunts..
http://www.myspace.com/northernnightsparanormal
how cool is that, Moira? That is something that I have always wanted to be part of here, but I don't know if there would be enough interest.
Quote from: Cloverpogue on July 05, 2008, 06:13:59 PM
how cool is that, Moira? That is something that I have always wanted to be part of here, but I don't know if there would be enough interest.
You would be surprised how many groups are out there. A good place for beginners to look for a group is Meetup.com and look for ghost groups in your area. I found my first group there and know of at least 4 meetup groups in my area right now.
I joined up and going to see what I can find. Thanks, Yrose. :)
Ponce Hall at Flagler College in St. Augustine...also the girls' dorms...is reputably haunted. As far as I'm concerned, as a female Flagler student: cool!
Brazoria County, Texas - Bailey's Prairie - During the 1800s, Brit Bailey died a natural death. He had been a companion of Stephen F. Austin during his life, and a member of the Old Three-Hundred settlers. His widow arranged his burial according to her wishes and let out a few of his requests, namely his jug of moonshine. He is said to return every 7 years in search of his jug. He is even said to have caused a gas well blowout when they drilled too close to his actual grave. His resting place is a little off State 35 between West Columbia and Angleton. This is and remains a very old haunting, as this area is quite active in the paranormal sense.
Quote from: Moiramcleod on July 03, 2008, 09:09:18 PM
LOL I own a Paranormal group, called Northern Nights Paranormal Investigations
We do alot of hunts..
http://www.myspace.com/northernnightsparanormal
I'm a member of a paranormal group myself. We're really new (Ohio Paranormal Investigation Society, or OPIS), and have our first investigation on Saturday night. It's just for a business that one of our members is personally close to, but it's mainly to give us a chance to learn how we work together.
I might come back with stories, I might not. xD
Quote from: DonaCatalina on July 10, 2008, 01:15:32 PM
Brazoria County, Texas - Bailey's Prairie - During the 1800s, Brit Bailey died a natural death. He had been a companion of Stephen F. Austin during his life, and a member of the Old Three-Hundred settlers. His widow arranged his burial according to her wishes and let out a few of his requests, namely his jug of moonshine. He is said to return every 7 years in search of his jug. He is even said to have caused a gas well blowout when they drilled too close to his actual grave. His resting place is a little off State 35 between West Columbia and Angleton. This is and remains a very old haunting, as this area is quite active in the paranormal sense.
I've been here and did get a little ecto and orbs. We got our best stuff down the road in East Columbus where we found a barn that had a tunnel leading to the river used for smuggling. Also at the church there too. Lots of orbs, ecto, one really unexplainable shot in the barn and lots of psychic and physical feels there. Three of us were physically "hit" at the church, I started getting sharp pains in my arm, one guy in the leg and another person in the head. each of us when we walked by an area of the church.
That stuff does interest me a lot, HOWEVER, being a witch with some pretty interesting insights, I tend to stay away from that stuff, as it tends to attach to me........and I have a hell of a time getting rid of it.
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Quote from: jinx on July 10, 2008, 05:34:05 PM
Quote from: Moiramcleod on July 03, 2008, 09:09:18 PM
LOL I own a Paranormal group, called Northern Nights Paranormal Investigations
We do alot of hunts..
http://www.myspace.com/northernnightsparanormal
I'm a member of a paranormal group myself. We're really new (Ohio Paranormal Investigation Society, or OPIS), and have our first investigation on Saturday night. It's just for a business that one of our members is personally close to, but it's mainly to give us a chance to learn how we work together.
I might come back with stories, I might not. xD
We never say business.... the groups all do for free..
so we dont says ever them words lol
i know many groups and worked with many from Ohio and group from there are going with us to shoot a movie in Salem mass on all hallow with kindred moon productions.
its going to be a blast.
Just got back from Waverly... got some great EVP
Going to the Con, too, get to see Patrick Burns.. Met jay, aka jason and grant ( the grantator ), great guys, some great things coming up on scifi.. and i get to do some things with scifi as well, very excited
we have a gag order so cant say much more
but will let you know when i can talk lol.
Tami
Ok here's my little story:
A friend and I were invited to a party on the beach in Port Aransas, Tx. We decided to ride our horses out to it. About a mile or so away from the party the horses started acting up, then became completely panicked and took off in a dead run. Coming up from behind us we could hear hoof beats and the heavy breathing of horses. We thought we had forgotten to close the gate and the other horses got out, but there wasn't any around. For about a half a mile we where surrounded by these eerie noises. Just as we got in sight of the party our horses calmed down and the hoof beats vanished. When we arrived at the party we told everyone what had happened, they thought we had lost our minds. After cooling off the horses we went back to where it happened and saw hundreds of hoof prints from the "horses" that had ran with us.
Great story Lady Rosaline, there are plenty of ghost in the Port Aransas area. Matter of fact most of the Texas Coast is haunted with pirates, and souls lost from hurricanes and such. I agree Moiranmcleod about the business word. Most don't believe or think your a fake.
Quote from: yrose on July 12, 2008, 09:56:22 AM
Great story Lady Rosaline, there are plenty of ghost in the Port Aransas area. Matter of fact most of the Texas Coast is haunted with pirates, and souls lost from hurricanes and such. I agree Moiranmcleod about the business word. Most don't believe or think your a fake.
I think what Jinx said was that they were investigating a business.
You are 100% right..
All of us in this line of investigations, feel the same way about certain things..
so sorry
and great story you were running with the wild horses, at the time it may be scary but now looking back i bet you felt free?
Terrified at the time, but looking back on it, it was a wonderful, freeing feeling.
Brackettville, Texas - Fort Clark Springs Area - Reports of the ghost of a woman asking for a ride, once in a while touching the witness sending a chill through them and disappearing. The history of the Fort itself dates back to the early 1800's. Some of the old barracks are reported to be haunted, as well as the building that now houses the restaurant. Fort Clark Springs- The only reports so far are a strange cold spot in the bathroom of Patton Hall.
Back in October of 2000 we stayed in Patton Hall, left corner room downstairs. This used to be a Cavalry Barracks with access to kitchens and storage cellars in the back. You can see some of the cellar through a vent at the end of the building but access is now closed off. One night as we were getting ready for bed, my husband and I were both standing in the bathroom. The temperature dropped suddenly enough that both of us started shivering. The window unit air conditioner in the bedroom was off. We did not see or hear anything else before we checked out in the morning, but apparently other people besides us have experienced this.
Bragg- Hardin County Ghost Road-Mysterious ghost lights haunt this isolated road in the heart of the Big Thicket. A unique part of Hardin County is also one of its most mysterious, fascinating and out-if-way places: The Ghost Road.
The Ghost Road is situated in the heart of the Big Thicket. It begins at a bend on Farm-to-Market Road 787 that is 1.7 miles north of the intersection of FM 787-770, near Saratoga. Its original name is the Bragg Road, named after the town that was in that area at one time. The name Ghost Road was attached in this century after a number of tales that center around a ghostly light that is said to be seen on certain occasions at night. In 1902, Santa Fe Railroad hacked a survey line from Bragg to Saratoga, bought right-of-way and opened the Big Thicket forest with a railroad, and the Saratoga train began its daily trips to Beaumont, carrying people, cattle, oil and logs. When the area's oil booms and virgin pine gave out, road crews pulled up the rails in 1934, the right-of-way was purchased by the county and the tram road became a county road.
Tales of a ghostly light gathered steam in the 1940's, '50s and '60s as more people traveled to the road. One story is about a railroad man who was killed in a train wreck when the railroad was still in place. The light could also be a night hunter who got lost in the Big Thicket decades ago. The hunter still wanders; searching for a way out of the Thicket. A story that really gives you chills is the one about the husband looking for his bride. The story goes the couple was honeymooning at the Bragg Hotel, which used to be at the end of the road, and during a robbery the bride was murdered. The light is the groom who continues to search for his bride's killer. Photos taken along the road and near the old town site have included spectral shapes and orbs. To reach the Ghost Road, take U.S. 69 at Kountze to FM 326, from there take the turn onto FM 770 which will take you directly to Saratoga. Go through Saratoga and at a right on FM 787 turn, the Ghost Road is not far off the beaten path.
Before the August 6 episode of Ghost Hunters International their commercials featured photos
of this castle (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/dc/CastilloTur%C3%A9gano2.jpg) imagine my surprise
when their investigations actually were in South Africa. Because the castle featured in the commercials is actually
Castillo de Turegano (http://www.castillosnet.org/programs/castillosnet.php?tip=inf&dat=segovia/SG-CAS-006)
located in Segovia, Spain.
Sheesh...all the resources of the internet at their disposal and they get South Africa mixed up with Spain.
Quote from: DonaCatalina on August 04, 2008, 08:53:38 AM
Bragg- Hardin County Ghost Road-Mysterious ghost lights haunt this isolated road in the heart of the Big Thicket. A unique part of Hardin County is also one of its most mysterious, fascinating and out-if-way places: The Ghost Road.
The Ghost Road is situated in the heart of the Big Thicket. It begins at a bend on Farm-to-Market Road 787 that is 1.7 miles north of the intersection of FM 787-770, near Saratoga. Its original name is the Bragg Road, named after the town that was in that area at one time. The name Ghost Road was attached in this century after a number of tales that center around a ghostly light that is said to be seen on certain occasions at night. In 1902, Santa Fe Railroad hacked a survey line from Bragg to Saratoga, bought right-of-way and opened the Big Thicket forest with a railroad, and the Saratoga train began its daily trips to Beaumont, carrying people, cattle, oil and logs. When the area's oil booms and virgin pine gave out, road crews pulled up the rails in 1934, the right-of-way was purchased by the county and the tram road became a county road.
Tales of a ghostly light gathered steam in the 1940's, '50s and '60s as more people traveled to the road. One story is about a railroad man who was killed in a train wreck when the railroad was still in place. The light could also be a night hunter who got lost in the Big Thicket decades ago. The hunter still wanders; searching for a way out of the Thicket. A story that really gives you chills is the one about the husband looking for his bride. The story goes the couple was honeymooning at the Bragg Hotel, which used to be at the end of the road, and during a robbery the bride was murdered. The light is the groom who continues to search for his bride's killer. Photos taken along the road and near the old town site have included spectral shapes and orbs. To reach the Ghost Road, take U.S. 69 at Kountze to FM 326, from there take the turn onto FM 770 which will take you directly to Saratoga. Go through Saratoga and at a right on FM 787 turn, the Ghost Road is not far off the beaten path.
I was hoping to get some photos upload of Bragg Rd. I've been there a couple of times and had lots of things going on. I've got a couple of photos of the lights, orbs and ecto. I have one of an orb actually going into my truck. I made sure I saged the truck after that trip! We also have had experiences of radio problems, camera problems, and even the gauges on the cars going haywire. This is also along the 33rd parallel, which has lots of strange occurrences along it.
Quote from: DonaCatalina on July 12, 2008, 12:03:13 PM
I think what Jinx said was that they were investigating a business.
That -is- what I meant. However, the investigation fell through, and the team...well...only about 4 of us were being serious enough to show up to meetings and such. I'm looking at another group, closer to my area, that is slightly more established.
I can't remember what historic place we were in (since it was about 8 years ago), but it was near VA Beach. We were on a tour, and my cousin and I both looked up the stairs behind the tour guide, and there was a little boy and little girl standing up there in clothes from the late 1800s or so, clear as day. I wouldn't have believed it if Crystal hadn't said "Did you just see that?" No one else did, though. Grandma just looked at us like we were crazy. xD
This October we will be going back to Fredericksburg.
The original cabin (1830ish) at the Full Moon Inn is reputed to be haunted.
I'll let you know if anything turns up.
Went to the Hill Country without seeing a single ghost. I wanted a second crack at the haunted airplane in the Nimitz Museum in Fredericksburg, but they are undergoing extensive remodeling so we didn't go in.
On a previous visit we noticed that if you look at the airplane's cockpit you seem to see a second face other than that of the display dummy.
Ghost Hunters International
last night's episode was in the Felipe Real Fortress in Peru.
On video they captured an image of a boy dressed
like the boys in this paitning
http://www.pemberley.com/janeinfo/iturigar.jpg
http://www.eupedia.com/belgium/villers-la-ville.shtml
I'd really like the see someone do an investigation here. This was an Abbey and a prison at various times in its life since the 12th century.
I'm not sure what I think about this. Someone sent me the link.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_f1T6_VSt8&feature=related
I've had several experiences with the paranormal, but this is the only one that might qualify as "haunted."
Shortly before I moved to Seattle, I was at my parents house (was living there at the time). My parents had gone to visit my Grandpa at the nursing home, and neither of my brothers were home.
Some background on the layout of the house is necessary to understand what I saw. Hopefully this will make sense and not be too terribly boring. The house is set up in such a way that there is a hall coming from the living room that make's an "L" shape. The "stand up" part of the L comes off of the living room and there are 2 closets directly across the hall from each other along this part. At the corner of the L is a bedroom, and along the "bottom" of the L are the bathroom and another bedroom. The bathroom is on the side of the hall that you would walk towards when coming from the living room, but the door is offset so you have to turn the corner before you can enter it. The "bottom" of the hall dead-ends in a third bedroom that looks down the hall and straight into the corner bedroom.
One of the hall closets had an old mattress standing up in front of it. The other had a plastic bag of something just purchaced and waiting to be put away hanging off of the door knob. This made it impossible to walk through that part of the hall w/o brushing against the plastic bag and making it rustle. The wall on either side of the bathroom door had a clothes hamper and a suitcase sitting there.
I was sitting in front of the computer in the end bedroom. I could see into the corner bedroom, but between the angle of the door and the clothes hamper I could only see from about waist-level and higher in the hall.
Now the "fun" part.
I was sitting on the computer playing a game, knowing full well that I was the only person in the house, when I heard the plastic bag on the doorknob rustle. "WTF?" I look up (and the rustle of the bag gave me time to turn so I was looking straight ahead-I did not see this out of the corner of my eye), and see coming down the hall the very distinct, white sillouete of a woman in a dress either wearing a shawl or having long-ish hair that was streaming behind her a bit, appropriate for the speed she was moving. She moved down the hall at the speed of a brisk walk, and proceeded to walk into the wall straight in front of her and dissappear. Now, I could only see her from the waist up, because of the sight limitations I mentioned before, so I don't know if there was anything below the waist. I had the impression that there was, though, if for no other reason than I was ABSOLUTELY SURE I had just seen a person (even though I knew there was no one else home, and I wouldn't find anyone else when I went to look. And, ya know, people aren't white sillouetes that are oddly 2D and don't walk through walls.).
So sure was I of the fact that I had seen a person, despite "knowing" that I had not, that when I went to go check, I grabbed my bokken. I of course did not find anyone. I still called my parents to make sure they hadn't somehow come home and snuck in the house. I do not know why I did that, because I knew they weren't home and that there was no one else there. I was just that sure I had seen a person, I guess. It was very strange, because I was both absolutely sure I had seen a living, breathing, human and also absolutely sure that I had not.
It kinda spooked me for the rest of the night, until my parents came home. It's still one of the oddest things I've experienced. I don't think she was a permanent ghost, because I've not seen her before or since. Something's funky with that house, though. I always thought that while growing up, and after I told my family about "my" ghost, it came out that everyone in the family (except my dad) has seen/heard odd things there.
Wow! That is spooky Elennare!
I am proud to say I am no longer the only one at work that has seen 'somthing' haunting the file room.
I work at a Vet Hospital, and down in the basement it has its unique moments of WTF.
Currently, there is a 'presence' in the file room, and two of my coworkers got a good look at it.
They say it is tall, and quick.
I told them it's a nosy old man.
He looks over people's shoulders and seems to always be in a hurry; oh, he does not like change either.
Recently we had a coworker pass away, and two more than moved positions.
That really stirred him up, there has been stuff 'falling' off shelves for days now.
Today is a good example: My coworker Brenda moved desk so we can converse a bit easier, and her old desk is set behind a cubicle-like partition.
By the by, no one sits back there, it has been empty all morning.
There has been the noise of paper's rustling, stuff falling, and just white noise most of the morning.
Brenda told 'him' that he better stop it, or she was gonna haunt him someday.
So far, this afternoon, we have not heard a peep.
*Shrug* guess he wanted us to know he wasn't happy with what was going on.
Happy Friday!
My father, William Briant died in Jan 2000. He developed cancer in the throat in November, The doctors were grim about a long agony filled death, and he died quietly in the night soon after – defiant of the doctors to the end.
My daughter was four that the time and due to the fact that my dad and I didn't have a close relationship, she didn't see much of him. Frankly, I thought that he didn't really care much about her because she wasn't the boy he'd been hoping for, so his passing wasn't mentioned to Veronica.
Not long after my daughter began to discuss an imaginary friend Billy. This wasn't unusual for her; she was always coming up with imaginary friends or people. In fact, she made up her own stories and told them to people all the time at that age. She'd talk about Billy a lot – he came to play with her, he lived on a farm, his parents grew wheat and corn, etc.
About six months later she stopped talking about Billy and had moved on to other fantasies. I asked her what had happened to Billy and she said he'd gone back to his farm now and she didn't see him anymore.
My sister finished going through my dad's estate not long after that. She dropped off a large box of pictures and stuff that I was to go through to see what I wanted. So I started sifting through it – surprised to find that my father had every picture I had every sent of Veronica together in a box. None of the other grandchildren were separated like that. I guess she did have a special place in his heart after all.
Sorting further through, I find pictures of my father when he was a boy – living on a farm, in Saskatchewan. Wheat and corn are clearly in the background. On the back of some of the pictures he is named as "Billy".
There is no way she knew - heck I'd long forgotten. Now I don't believe in ghosts and supernatural stuff, but this one still freaks me out a bit.
QuoteSorting further through, I find pictures of my father when he was a boy – living on a farm, in Saskatchewan. Wheat and corn are clearly in the background. On the back of some of the pictures he is named as "Billy".
There is no way she knew - heck I'd long forgotten. Now I don't believe in ghosts and supernatural stuff, but this one still freaks me out a bit.
Just curious, have you showed her that picture or others of your dad? She may tell you that was her friend. I do believe family watches over you and children are more apt to see them.
Ghost of Michael Jackson? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Am67-Sew7k)
I know there are ghost, but not that...
if it moon-walked...maybe... ;)
Quote from: Yrose on February 21, 2009, 05:42:37 AM
QuoteSorting further through, I find pictures of my father when he was a boy – living on a farm, in Saskatchewan. Wheat and corn are clearly in the background. On the back of some of the pictures he is named as "Billy".
There is no way she knew - heck I'd long forgotten. Now I don't believe in ghosts and supernatural stuff, but this one still freaks me out a bit.
Just curious, have you showed her that picture or others of your dad? She may tell you that was her friend. I do believe family watches over you and children are more apt to see them.
I agree with that! My Maternal Grandmother died when I was 8. A few weeks later I had my first premonition that came true that very night. Over the years I had several more, they were usually warnings to ward off danger. I was raised in a very Pentacostal home and was told it was the work of the devil and to ignore them, the unfortunate part is they usually came true. After moving away I was finally able to develop the gift of intuition my Grandmother left me when she died. It was only within the last 5-7 years I was told my Grandmother too had premonitions of warnings. I always knew she was looking out for me!
I am very curious to hear her response to viewing the picture!
A very dear friend of mine died in Nov. 2000, we had become friends when I was only 2 years old. For eighteen years we were inseparable. Shortly after he passed away, while driving alone I came to a cross road where there was very little visibility do to trees and high brush. It was about 2 in the afternoon. The cross road had a stop sign and the one I was on did not. Just as I was about to enter the intersection I was blinded by bright spinning lights, almost like a swarm of glowing bees fling circles around my head and someone squeezing my shoulders. I was dumbfounded and thoroughly confused, so i slammed on the brakes. Then I heard the screeching of tires, a crash, then someone asking if I was OK. I had no idea if I was or not. I thought I had been in a wreck. When the spinning lights cleared from my vision, I looked around to see a big rig buried in the tree line and my car untouched. The driver of the truck was OK and said that he missed the stop sign and swerved to miss me but he would have t boned my car had I not stopped. Many times since then when danger is near I see these lights and feel James squeezing my shoulders, just the way he did when he was here with me in flesh and blood.
Ghost Hunters International is advertising that tonight they will investigate the real pirates of the caribbean. It almost looked like they were at the old fort on Dry Tortugas.
Google Earth 24.624344, -82.872532
My house has a ghost who I have named Simon. Unfortunately for me Simon likes to stay near my room and the Hallway . Now I wasn't informed until recently that the previous owner of our house hung himself in the garage. Guess whos room shares a wall with the garage!? My first encounter was when i was five i had spent the night in my mom's room cause my dad was out camping and that was kind of our tradition thing. Well something woke me up and when i looked at the end of the bed i could see a man standing there not moving. I thought it was a burglar so i did what any five year old would do and threw the blankets back over my head. A couple minutes later i looked again and he was still there. I ended up crying myself to sleep and told my mom the next morning, she thought it was my brother,yelled at him, then found out he stayed out all night that night (yelled at him again lol). Things died (haha pun) down for a bit and i had a different room then when i moved into mine i kept having electrical issues. Once the radio turned on and was all static with like classical music in the background and it was in the off position, i unplugged it then realized i had it on a rock station nothing that would be playing classical. Then a short while later my tv started going from channel 7 to channel 4 over and over and over. I shut off the tv, it comes back on, 4,7,4,7,4,7 shut it off and leave the room. Again stuff stopped for a bit then i put my Grease DVD down on my bed. I came back and its gone, after looking for an hour i find it on my dressed by my window. I am the only one in the house and i know that i threw it from my door onto the bed. After that i was feeding my fish and turned around and as clear as day could see a man's face, late 50's, deep wrinkles, by my window just staring at me. I looked at him for a good 10 seconds waiting for it to go away then ran from my room when it didnt. The final thing was when i was sleeping, i felt something hit my bed and thought the cat had jumped on it, i pushed around with my feet, no cat, whatever, so i fall back asleep then i feel what feels like someone pushing down on my legs starting at my feet and i can feel the blankets moving as well ( i am laying stiff as a board) it gets up to my thigh and i jump out of bed and run into the living room. Cats in his bed and everyone is asleep. After that i asked Simon to go away and leave me alone or just don't make himself obvious. Worked fairly well. I got up one morning not that long ago and the dogs were barking at me cause it was early and, they're stupid. I hear my dad say "stop it it just her" So i ask what's he doing up so early and go to find him and don't see him, thinking he must have gone back to bed. I asked him later that day and he said he never got up till like 10. Then i thought, the dogs stopped barking right away when "he" said that. Those dogs never stop barking till 3 minutes after you told them. That was the last I've heard from Simon since.
I do still think he's here, my dog refuses to go down the hallway by himself, even when the precious ball is there and there are days when i start down it and feel like there's just a wall in front of me.
Has anyone ever tried a Ouija board before? I know alot of people who want to use one and I am pretty apprehensive about it.
@ Becky10. You should prolly steer clear of Ouija boards based on your previous experiences. I've used one... ONCE!
You did the right thing with telling Simon to "go away" however then saying "to not be so obvious" leaves him room to return, which it sounds like he did. Gently but firmly tell him "to go to the light, it is time for him to move on". Let your voice be definitive and those are the results you will receive.
Any future home you consider, always ask if somebody has passed in the residence. Ask if it was of natural causes. Some things a Realtor can share with you however there are some protected classes that we Realtors can not comment on. For your current home you may also want to contact a local Certified Feng Shui Consultant or similar for an energy clearing, especially in your room & garage. There are several in Southern California! Lillian Bridges is awesome... her website is:
http://www.lotusinstitute.com/ I took her certification course in Washington State whilest living in Southern California. I know she has many graduates in So Cal! Good luck!
I am a paranormal magnet so have tons of stories. However, this one I have told before (not here though) and was probably one of the most memorable.
I was 18 years old and living in an old funeral home in Atlanta, Georgia. I was home working and babysitting my little 3 year old nephew. I saw him go by the kitchen on his way to the bathroom. Now to get to this bathroom you had to go through a room where they used to lay out the bodies.
A few minutes passed and I heard voices. He was talking to someone and that "someone" was answering back. Thing is, I couldnt understand what the other "person" was saying, just tone/timber of voice. My mind was confused, scrambling to make sense of this! First I thought maybe one of the guys had come home but they would have had to go past me...then I thought maybe someone has broken into the room...but no...the windows were very small...so I got up to go into the room just as my nephew was coming out of it.
I asked him "Who were you talking to?" He looked up at me and said"The soldier. The solider is COLD". Well upon hearing THAT the soldier wasnt the only one that was cold!!
I looked at the door and thought "Oh crap. I have to go look". And with all my hair standing on end it was the LAST thing I wanted to do! I slowly walked into the room. I didnt see anything. But the whole place reeked of formaldyhyde(sp.?) and was indeed very chilly. This during hot summer. I figured I did my job and got the hells out of there!
There is girl scout camp about 30-40 miles south of my home town. There is a 150 year old homestead on site. We use to be allowed in side but never again. The guy who owned it was named John Green. His "spirit" is considered the guardian angel of the camp. He was always doing little pranks of light switches moving little things, nothing major. That was until one morning where the caretaker normally would get up at 6 and go do errands around the camp. That day he was sceduled to do something in the main gathering hall/cafeteria. For some reason that morning his alarm clock didn't go off, and neither did his wife's as back up. Everytime he would be ready to go to the camp from his house 1/10 of a mile away something would be lost, something wouldn't work right. That was until 9:38 AM that morning when his keys some how fell into a crack between a wall and a flower bed. He had to bend down and get them. At that momment the main hall exploded throwing shrapnel, and rock for 1/2 a mile. He was protected by the wall. Turns out there was a gas leak in the hall. If he would have gone in he would have been overcome by fumes. He looked at his check list, even if he had not been over come the was sceduled to be in the main hall work at 9:30 AM that morning.
Maybe it was coincidence, maybe fate, maybe the spirit of John stopped him from going there. Regardless, something happened that morning to protect the camp.
Now the camp had a nice hall with AC, heating, and other nice things. Where the old hall was the fire place still stands. The campers still show respect to John's home. The counslors warn people to not defile things that were important to him because you never know if you will one day need his help.
In a way, I find myself missing the ghosts. I moved from a New England town that had been around just about from the beginning to a city in Florida that wasn't incorporated until 1999 and doesn't have any buildings older than approx. 1990, aside from some dilapidated old estates. I enjoyed the ghost(s, at the end of our stay) in the first house I lived in after moving out of the family home with my mother in the divorce. His name was Charlie, the original owner and designer of the house. He used to watch over us, through the divorce and various threats to us and the house by my father and his family. By the end of our stay, however, we felt a dwindling presence. Then, we got a strong scent of pipe smoke and the original front door to the house slammed shut with no wind or anyone nearby. Later that day, we learned that Charlie's wife, who had been in a nursing home, had passed away. We believe the Charlie was with her during the end and then came to say goodbye to us before moving on with her.
Now, I don't know, nor does my mother (or did my father, or so I think), if anything happened in the house I originally grew up in. However, it doesn't have such a happy track record. The first two owners, originally very happy couples with great dreams of family and success, divorced and moved out, taking great emotional and financial losses when they did. My mother and father bought the house and soon after had me. I could NEVER sleep in my bedroom. According to my mother, "the people in my room kept me up". Toby, our dog, would rarely enter my room, and when he did, his hackles would raise and he'd start growling. This was an otherwise VERY friendly dog! The one time my mom, aunt, and I played with a Ouija board, it went absolutely NUTS. During the same time came all of the tragedy that alcoholism brings, and my mother and I moved out, leaving my father behind. Well, I don't know if there were any ghosts originally in that house, but if you are of the mind that intense emotion leaves ghosts of a sort, then there certainly are now. My father also died IN THE HOUSE in 2006, and every time we drive by (which isn't too often since we live in FL and the house is in MA) we get this really unsettled feeling. During the estate sale of the house, itself, a figure showed up in the upstairs bathroom window...the room he died in. You couldn't pay me enough to set foot in that house after dark. Memories, emotional traces, and the very possibility that he could still be there (tied to the place because of all the terrible stuff that happened in life there and bad energies he causes)...there's too much of a possibility running into something nasty, especially since I'm incredibly sensitive to that kind of stuff (to the point where I knew when he died before we got the call).
This is not really a castle; so I think this is the best place to post it.
Ducketts Grove was built in 1830. (http://www.duckettsgrove.eu/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=2&Itemid=27) County Carlow in Ireland now owns the building and intends it to be a museum.
The original owner and builder is reputed to haunt the building. According to local legend he was cursed never to know rest after he pursued a young girl to her death by a fall.
map coordinates 52.857598, -6.813195
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I saw this on Destination Truth last week! (Ducketts Grove). The size of the walled gardens was amazing!!
As far as thinking about Haunted Places...where I grew up, a small cluster of houses called Belvidere Mills and where my parents still reside.
It used to be a town with a store, small bar, dance hall, barn for the horses of visitors, a mill and a creamery. Too many experiences to count growing up there, it would make book.
I always thought someone should do an investigation. Its beyond weird sometimes (all of the homes, buildings and outside) but I love it.
Back to Ducketts Grove, as I said, Destination Truth. There was a four hour St. Patricks Day special on it. VERY interesting.
I have a couple of stories.......and I wish my computer worked better, so I could add pictures here..... :( . I do 'Ghost Hunt', on occasion.
In Bethany, New York.......there is a place called Rolling Hills Asylum. It was a mental hospital/poor house in the later part of the 1800's. It was a horrible place!
Ghost Adventures did a story on it.
Anyway, my friend and I stopped by to see what it was all about. We did not take a tour, just took pictures from the outside.
I took a series of continuous shots of 6. In the 4th picture you can see the upper window, fill with a shape, in the 5th picture a 'woman' is there looking out and in the 6th...'she' is gone.
I sent the series of photos to the owners who were so excited!
We are planning a 4 hour tour, when the weather gets a little warmer.
When we went to Gettysburg, we went through the cemetery. It is a sad place. I stopped to take a picture of a lone tree. I don't know why, but when I got home, in the picture you can clearly see, smoke rising, as if it was cannon fire and 2 or 3 'men' running in uniform! It is amazing!
Quote from: irish on April 06, 2011, 12:05:01 AM
I took a series of continuous shots of 6. In the 4th picture you can see the upper window, fill with a shape, in the 5th picture a 'woman' is there looking out and in the 6th...'she' is gone.
I toured Stanton Hall in Natchez today, and we were standing near the front door (I happened to be the only person in my tour group), and there were a bunch of people taking pictures outside. The guide shifted so she was looking outside through the open window for a few seconds, then came back by the solid door, and told me she gets a kick out of doing that because people won't see anyone when they're taking the picture, but then they'll get home and see a "ghost" in their picture.
Not saying that's what happened to you, but I thought it was funny.
My son told me this one the other night.
He used to work at Famous Daves in Duluth. He had been in early one morning firing up the grill when he caught movement from the corner of his eye.
Thinking he was losing and refusing to let it get to him, he continued working.
Later another employee came in and his face was absolutely white. He said he saw someone go into the freezer, followed them in there to find no one.
He told me one of his friends calls places with "spooky" vibes as having something he calls "the fear". I wouldnt necessarily call it fear, unsettling would be more like it.
Between us we came up with four definite places that have this feel to it. The place I grew up (as mentioned because he had his share of experiences growing up there too.),Famous Daves in Duluth, the drive down hwy 61 from RedWing to Wabasha/Kellogg (especially at night), and a relatives place by Grand Meadow, Minnesota.
Grand Meadow,MN story. My son had been visiting there as a adolescent. Its a large family and a couple of my cousins were from around his age up to later high school years. One night there was a big flurry of activity because a couple of them had seen red eyes in the mirror. I have also heard a version it was a red light. But anyway, something not normal.
The next day everyone went out and about their business and my son elected to stay there and work on a project. He said for some reason he felt drawn outside .He then went back into the house and all of the doors and windows started slamming ....I dont believe he ever stayed there alone again!!!!!
Overlooking beautiful North Beach in the bustling city of Virginia Beach, Virginia, this elegant hotel features far more than a stunning view and its dramatic chandelier-hung lobby with glossy checkerboard floors and sharply contrasting paneled walls. This, the original Cavalier Hotel (http://cavalierhotel1-px.trvlclick.com/index.cfm), has ghosts. The ghost is reputed to be Adolph Coors who died June 5, 1929, at the Cavalier Hotel in a fall from a sixth floor window under suspicious circumstances.
Map coordinates 36.869150, -75.983483
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It looks like Ghost Hunters International is going to Castle Rising tonight.
This was covered as the castle of the day for February 5, 2009. (http://www.renaissancefestival.com/forums/index.php?topic=10.msg113140#msg113140)
Yes!!! I saw this advertised last week and definitiely going to watch.
The Sun Inn in Bethlehem Pennsylvania (http://www.suninnbethlehem.org/) has had a reputation for being haunted amost since it was built. The best known specter is a little girl named Sarah who was the daughter of a nurse. Sarah was ill and died in the inn. The lesser known ghost is William Jones, the Secretary of Navy under President Madison, died in 1831 at the Sun Inn. Most recently a televised episode of Ghost Hunters showed infrared footage that shows a little girl with long hair walking in front of an attic window as a dark shadowy shape.
map coordinates 40.621909, -75.381640
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The Rogers Hotel Named for the founder of Waxahachie, Emory W. Rogers, who built his log cabin home in 1847 on this site and donated land for the Ellis County Courthouse in 1850. And yep!, it is haunted!
The Rogers Hotel – Several years back, the owner of the Rogers Hotel said he believed that the historic hotel was haunted. When the owner arrived at the hotel one morning he could not find the maintenance man. When he finally found him, the man had locked himself in his room and would not come out.
After undergoing renovation and being open to the public for a short while; problems with keeping employees finally forced the hotel into financial difficulties and closure.
(http://www.texasescapes.com/TOWNS/Waxahachie/WaxahachieTXRogersHotelLoriMartin1205.jpg)
Dona,
I have a few stories from my travels. I enjoy taking the Huanted Tours. I also have some pics if they are allowed? Ghost balls, ect.
Jim
Love for you to share Drac. This is an open thread.
The Anderson House in Wabasha,Minnesota is haunted. It's been closed for a while but looks like it will have new owners soon if not already. The story is a woman threw herself from one of the upstairs windows.
The Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs, Arkansas is supposed to be haunted. Several of us stayed in the area that was reported to have spirits wandering, but we never saw anything.
We've also stayed at the Rogers Hotel on numerous trips to Waxahachie for faire. I'm not sure of all the details, but I do know it got shut down for non-payment of utilities, and I'm sure you realize the difficulties of a no-utility hotel. We had reservations and about a week before our trip, I tried to call to confirm. Got an answering machine the first time, then after that, it just would go off-hook when I called. I guess the spook got tired of the phone ringing.
We arrived and found a note on the door that they were closed until further notice. Too bad...it really was a neat place to stay. The rooms were HUGE!
First installment of haunted places I've been to is the Villa Montezuma in San Diego CA.
Rumor has it that not one, but two ghosts haunt the stately manor. One is suppose to be Jesse Shepherd (the original owner and the gentleman it was built for) himself and piano music can still occasionally be heard emanating from the house at odd hours of the night. The other is supposed to be a man who rumor would have it hung himself in the observatory tower. Some believe that he is a butler of Jesse Shepherd and he was devastated over the death of his own wife. The body can still often be seen hanging in front of the window. Also his ghostly face peers from the windows at night.
It is a fantastic looking house worth the visit even if you aren't into ghost stories.
Here is a a weird shot that had everyone excited, a ghost orb -
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Jim
I have two stories...
The first was when I was about 15 and staying the night at a friends house. The house was built so he parents had one side of the house and the rest of the rooms were on the other side with the kitchen and living room inbetween. Her parents room also had a sitting room with a piano. The sitting room used to be the room that her grandmother stayed at until she passed. Her parents had left for the evening leaving only her, one other friend, and myself in the house locking their bedroom door. During the evening we started to hear piano music but it was only one note at a time and about 5 minutes or so inbetween each note so none of us thought much about it as we all thought that we didn't really hear that. Then at about 10ish we all three saw our friends bedroom light flash on and off once then the piano started playing a tune. It freaked us all out enough to call her parents to come home.
My second story is not so much a ghost story but proof for myself that our loved ones watch over us. In 2003 my dad's cousin was diagnosed with brain cancer. She and I were really close and enjoied talking with each other when ever the family got together. At the beginning of 2004 the doctors told us that there was nothing they could do to remove the tumor based on where it was growing. By July we knew she wouldn't make it to the end of the year. We went to visit as often as we could and we tried to make her as comfortable as we could. At Thanksgiving we went to see her for the last time. Everyone was saying their goodbyes to her and telling her that they loved her. When it was my turn everyone seemed to have left the room and for some reason the TV was on the weather channel in her room. We just sat there watching the TV as the weatherman reported on the snowfall in the Northern states. I turned to her and said "Just once I'd love to have a white christmas". She just sort of smiled and pointed to the screen. A few minutes later a few people came into the room. She reached for me so I kissed her forehead and told her that I loved her. She passed a week later. That year Houston had it's first white Christmas in recorded history.
Apparently several people have heard of George, the ghost who is supposed to haunt Pirates of the Caribbean at Disneyworld. I hadn't until my daughter became a cast member there. I think most of the background of the story has been made up, but I know that cast members attributed many mischievous things to him, claimed to feel his presence backstage, and routinely said goodnight to him each night to ensure that the ride didn't break down the next day.
Supposedly, the building where I live is also haunted. Our dining room seems to be a hot spot. It is at the far end of our apartment, against the outside wall of the building, and our computer is there. My son one evening mentioned that he had been at the computer and thought someone was coming up behind him, but when he turned around, no one was there. That surprised me, since I had had a similar experience, and told him so. This prompted two of our three daughters to say they had had the same thing happen.
More eerie, at least for me, has been the fact that on three separate occasions I have been walking through the kitchen toward the dining room and was certain there was a woman in the dining room. (There's a pass-through at chest-height so you can see movement in the dining room as you walk through, but generally I'd say I only "sensed" movement.) Once it was so clear that I called my wife's name, and remembered when I turned the corner into the empty dining room that she was not home.
I'm waiting for Drac's installment #2
Sorry, I wasn't teasing, I just forgot.
Installment 2 - Whaley House.
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This is (per their reports) the most haunted house in the US. The original owner had it built on the site on a man whose hanging he was part of. It is suppose to be haunted by a number of ghosts from Yankee Jim Robinson (the man hung), Violet Whaley (the original owners daughter who commented suicide) and even a ghost of their dog has been reported.
Besides their daughters suicide there were many other sad deaths related to the family.
Hopefully I remember to post some more :D
Jim
Cool place in my hometown, I used to visit every couple years.
There is a meat cleaver hanging in the kitchen that swings frequently (not earthquake caused). Curators paint the walls, but within a few days the scratch marks are back. It swings a good 8+ inches.