tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119858662024-03-15T02:30:46.660-05:00Ghost StoriesCollection of stories about paranormal phenomena.Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.comBlogger1229125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-42361803829720942832024-02-18T15:37:00.001-06:002024-02-18T15:37:13.811-06:00Dick Duck Cemetery<p>Many cemeteries have their own "rock star" that draws in visitors and Dick Duck is no different. Dick Duck Cemetery in Catoosa, Oklahoma was already being used as a cemetery when Richard "Dick" Duck donated it in the early 1830s. However, people don't come to see Richard. It's a different "Duck" that lures them in.</p><p>Bluford "Blue" Duck (no relation to Richard) was born in Cherokee Nation and an outlaw who participated in stage hold-ups and rustlings. On the long list of famous outlaws, his name didn't rank high. However, stories have circulated that Blue not only knew female outlaw Belle Starr but had an affair with her prior to her marriage to Sam Starr. Only a single photograph is proof the two knew each other which may have helped him later on in his life. Also, Larry McMurty used Blue as inspiration for his book Lonesome Dove.</p><p>Blue, also known by his Cherokee name Sha-con-gah Kaw-wan-nu, got drunk on the night of June 23, 1884 and was riding with William Christie in the Flint Districk of Cherokee Nation. They crossed paths with a farmer named Samuel Wyrick and for unknown reasons began firing his revolver at him. Then, reloaded and shot a nearby Native American boy who worked by Wyrick as he was attempting to get help. Then rode to the next farm over and shot and missed Wyrick's neighbor. Duck and Christie was later tracked down and arrested. Both were sentenced to hangby Judge Issac Parker on July 23, 1886 but with the help with Belle and his lawyer Thomas Marcum, Blue's was later changed to life in prison in 1886. He was transferred to Menard Penitentiary at Chester, Illinois on October 16, 1886. Christie was cleared of all charges. Nine years after his sentence, he became ill with consumption. President Grover Cleveland pardoned the outlaw on March 20, 1895, allowing him to spend his final month with his friends and family. On May 7, 1895, Bluford "Blue" Duck was laid to rest in Dick Duck Cemetery.</p><p>Many believe Blue along with the spirits of children haunts the cemetery. Visitors have spotted shadow figures of sizes throughout the property. Some have heard voices, speaking in Native American languages, and whispers and felt cold spots as well as the sensation of someone running their fingers through hair. The other spirits are believed to belong to kids who have "Half Breed" marked on their headstones who died between 1882 and 1883. Not much more is known about them. According to Find A Grave, there are a couple of adults with "Half Breed" on their headstones as well. I'm not sure it has any more significance than a reflection of the times they lived in. People have seen and heard these children spirits in the cemetery at night and have an overwhelming feeling of dread whenever they stood near their graves.</p><p><br /></p><p>Sources:</p><p>Examiner - Haunted Cemeteries of Oklahoma</p><p>Find a Grave - Bluford "Blue" Duck</p><p>Examiner - Seeking Paranormal Answers at Cemeteries</p>Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-3690774511779009642018-09-03T00:29:00.000-05:002018-09-03T00:29:08.590-05:00Lorelei InnIn Green Bay, Wisconsin and looking for some good German food? Lorelei Inn may be the place for you. Built in 1926, this restaurant was named after a woman in Germanic folklore named Lorelei. She falsely accused of bewitching men but was soon pardoned. Unfortunately her victory would be short lived. She climbed a rock looking for her unfaithful lover, slipped and fell to her death.<br />
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Lorelei Inn has only been owned by two families and doesn't have a seedy past. However, it is believed to be haunted by several spirits. Footsteps have been heard in the upstairs area. One of the spirits believed to haunting this restaurant is a former owner named Leonard Hack. He supposedly hangs out at his once favorite place, the bar. Many have felt his presence there as well as smelled cigarette smoke. He is also believed to visit the basement area where the office is located.<br />
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Objects move around on their own, sometimes pots fall off hooks. The TV turns on by itself. There's also a haunted table in a corner where diners have gotten strange feelings and have asked to be moved to another table.<br />
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Give the Lorelei Inn a visit if you want some ghosts with your meal.<br />
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<a href="http://www.lorelei-inn.com/" target="_blank">Lorelei Inn</a><br />
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Haunted Green Bay by: Timothy FreissAndrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-59985996111204033082017-12-14T03:13:00.000-06:002017-12-14T03:13:04.201-06:00LidercThe Liderc may appeal to the sexual interests of readers. This vampire-like being share a similar quality with the Succubus or Incubus. They tend to "love someone to death" with sexual activities.<br />
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According to Hungarian folklore, there are three varieties of Liderc. The first and more traditional form is that of the csodacsirke. One hatches from the first egg of a black hen kept warm under the armpit of a human (there are variations of this). It can take form of a chicken or human but always has one goose foot. The Lidérc attaches themselves to people and becomes their lover. If the owner happens to be a woman, they will morph into a man. However, it doesn't have the desire to pleasure the woman. Instead, it fondles her, sits on her body and sucks her blood, making her sick and weak. It also carries out tasks to find treasure. This generous gesture would soon become annoying as it demands more work constantly. There are two ways to rid yourself of this Liderc. You can give it an impossible task such as hauling sand with a rope, or lock it into a hollow tree.<br />
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The second form known as földi ördög shares some qualities with the first one. It can be hatched from a black hen's egg, but it's mostly found in glass bottles, rags, and pockets of old clothing. They can also make their owners rich but they supposedly give their souls to the Liderc or possibly the Devil. Doesn't seem worth it.<br />
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The third and final variety is a Satanic Lover called ördögszerető (though they have many names throughout different regions). They appear as a fiery light or a bird of fire flying in the night sky and sprinkling flames. It can take the shape of a human, usually of a dead relative or lover, and leaves footprints of a horse. They enter chimneys or keyholes, bringing sickness to their victims. The only way to bar them from your home is to burn incense and birch branches.Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-18320487253597018902017-10-31T13:40:00.000-05:002017-10-31T13:40:04.611-05:00Happy Halloween<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-10167823025073891892017-10-16T15:58:00.000-05:002017-10-16T16:06:48.899-05:00Oak Alley PlantationWhen you first look upon Oak Alley Plantation in Vacherie, Louisiana, it's a home out of the movies. In this case, that statement is more true than anything. Oak Alley has appeared in films such as Primary Colors, Interview with the Vampire and more recently Stay Alive. But is such a beauty haunted?<br />
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Oak trees line the walk and frame the house, adding to its exterior appeal. Planted 300 years ago, they may have brought the same to another home owned by a French traveler. Jacques Telesphore Roman met and married <span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Marie Therese Josephine </span>Celina Pilie </span>in 1834. They purchased the house in 1836 and Celina's father Joseph Pilie, an architect, possibly provided the design. The house took approximately two years to complete. In the end, Celina Roman named their beautiful home "Bon Sejour" but travelers dubbed it Oak Alley for the avenue of mighty oaks.<br />
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Jacques died in 1848 from tuberculosis, leaving Celina to manage the business affairs. She was inexperienced and her incessant spending helped begin the downslide for the Roman family among Creole Society. Henri, her only son, was forced to sell the plantation at auction in 1866 where John Armstrong purchased it. The family continued to live there for administrative purposes for awhile. In 1881, Portugal native and Confederate veteran Antoine Sobral bought Oak Alley. More than twenty years later, the plantation traded hands again. Many people tried to turn it into a respectable business but failed. In 1925, Andrew and Josephine Stewart bought and paid to restore the house. After two years, they realized it's historic value and open it to the public.<br />
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Many believe Celina Roman haunts Oak Alley. Witnesses have seen her in the Lavender Room and the "Widow's Walk". Lights turn on and off on their own. Empty chairs rock by themselves. Things from one place to another, including a candlestick that was thrown across the room. Sounds of crying and a horse drawn carriage are often heard but the source of the noises are never found.<br />
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<a href="http://www.oakalleyplantation.com/" target="_blank">Oak Alley Plantation</a><br />
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<a href="http://liverytours.com/2015/06/breathtaking-haunted-plantations-of-louisiana/" target="_blank">Livery Tours</a>Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-51815726786113297422017-09-28T11:51:00.003-05:002017-09-28T11:51:49.649-05:00Conover Road/Birthday BridgeSome places just don't have a complex history to explain why they are haunted. Sometimes its just simply something bad happened and the spirits stayed behind instead moving on. Here are two places in Iowa:<br />
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On Conover Road near Calmar, it is said a family of four died on this road near some evergreens. It's uncertain if this accident ever took place or not but passersby have seen four shadows on the spot where it supposedly happened.<br />
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And then there's Birthday Bridge in Mount Pleasant. Birthdays are suppose to be a time for celebration, but according to local legend, one girl wasn't in the mood to celebrate hers. She decided to hang herself from the bridge on her birthday. Supposedly, witnesses can see her spirit hanging from the bridge on that exact day.<br />
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However, it is unknown if anyone ever hung themselves from that bridge. If a girl did, her identity is no known either much less when her birthday was. I'm guessing there haven't been many witnesses who have seen her spirit. No one knows the exact date to be there and...well....the bridge itself doesn't exist anymore due to an accident.<br />
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<a href="http://www.onlyinyourstate.com/iowa/10-haunted-streets-in-ia/" target="_blank">Only In Your State</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.hauntedplaces.org/item/conover-road-ghost-family/" target="_blank">Haunted Places - Conover Road</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.iowahauntedhouses.com/real-haunt/birthday-bridge--giblin-bridge.html" target="_blank">Iowa Haunted Houses</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.hauntedplaces.org/item/birthday-bridge-giblin-bridge/" target="_blank">Haunted Places - Birthday Bridge</a><br />
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<a href="http://hauntin.gs/listing/birthday-bridge/" target="_blank">Hauntin.gs </a>Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-18905225412660019872017-09-26T14:18:00.001-05:002017-09-26T14:18:38.274-05:00Pegram Family CemeteryYou've heard of the movie Poltergeist, right? The fictional tale shows what could happen if you disturb a cemetery in the name of progress. The citizens of Pegram, Tennessee may have learned that lesson the hard way as well.<br />
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The Pegram Family Cemetery sat deteriorating until the 1970s when a group of developers decided to raze the land running along a stretch of Harpeth River. The idea was the build small homes on concrete slabs. Good in theory but selling the soil from the cemetery as fill dirt possibly created a problem. Five years after the project began, the river rose 30 feet, unearthing the coffin of Miss Carrie Pegram Heath. She was probably reburied but could she be the only one not properly removed?<br />
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The constant unusual flooding of the new homes was just one thing on a list of Pegram's bad luck. That cemetery fill dirt was used all over two Tennessee counties. The Town Hall has had it share of problems including large legal fees. The local supermarket burned down. Fires that had been properly extinguished mysteriously reignite among other abnormal occurrences that take place in Pegram.<br />
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Is this the usual wear and tear of a small town? Or is it cursed?<br />
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Sources:<br />
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<a href="http://www.onlyinyourstate.com/tennessee/nashville/nashville-haunted-cemetery/" target="_blank">Only in Your State</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.hauntedplaces.org/item/pegram-family-cemetery-location/" target="_blank">Haunted Places</a><br />
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<a href="https://www.hauntedrooms.com/10-haunted-places-nashville-tn" target="_blank">Haunted Rooms</a>Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-40474245146935397102017-03-23T15:11:00.003-05:002017-03-23T15:11:50.336-05:00Legend of Maggie DufftonIf you’re a resident of Kemnay in Scotland, you may have heard of the legend of Maggie Duffton. She once owned the Burnett Arms Hotel, a quaint hotel dating back to the 1800s. Maggie died in 1931. Her wishes was to have three coffins made. One was to be buried in a family grave in the Kemnay Cemetery. The other two, one containing her body and the other her money, was to be walled up in a vault in the hotel cellar.<br />
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Seventy-eight years later, Malcolm Edwards, current hotel boss, is determined to prove the legend’s validity once and for all. Along with local stonemason Karl Bisset, the plan is to open up a solid cellar wall. A probe camera was pushed through a tiny wall to reveal a framed photograph and box. The demolition date was set for July 11th. Villagers were even invited to watch the unveiling on a large screen in the bar above. I could not find any word of what happened. Maybe there was nothing to tell.<br />
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Even though Edwards doesn’t believe in ghosts, he says there is an unknown presence in the hotel. Many staff members have described seeing a ghostly woman wearing a pink wedding dress walking through the lounge. One night, a staff member cleaning the bar saw someone coming through a locked door calling for someone named Norman. It is not known who Norman is. Another former owner’s father supposedly had “many conversations” with this ghost believed to be Maggie. Locals are afraid the excavation could stir up other ghosts in the hotel’s past.Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-25396707980256209922016-09-24T11:30:00.000-05:002016-09-25T14:06:12.488-05:00The Elms HotelDo you believe in curses? At one time, it may have crossed the minds of those living in Excelsior Springs, Missouri. The Elms Hotel and Spa burned down twice. Thankfully, no one was hurt in either fire. But lets start at the beginning.<br />
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The Elms didn't become a twinkle in someone's eye until after a local farmer used the healing mineral waters to cure his daughter's incurable tuberculosis in 1880. Word of her miraculous recovery spread about the country and people began to descend on the location in hopes of curing their own ailments. A pastor named John Van Buren Flack and a landowner named Anthony Wyman saw it's business potential, forming Excelsior Springs.<br />
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Excelsior Springs Company was created to bring the town pavilions, parks and The Elms Hotel. The hotel opened in 1888 and guests enjoyed the mineral water baths, gardens and luxurious parties and balls. Ten years after it open its doors, the first fire burned the wooden structure to the ground on May 9, 1898. Another ten years went by before the second Elms Hotel was completed. It reopened its doors on July 31, 1909. However, guests were only allowed to enjoy it for a little over a year before burned down again. Again there were no fatalities.<br />
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Third time was a charm for The Elms. The structure seen today was completed and opened on September 7, 1912. It continued to advertise and sell it's healing waters, experiencing success in the 1920s. Was even nearly converted into a sanitarium. All good things come to an end at some point. The hotel may have aided in the good health of its guests but couldn't survive the Great Depression. It filed for bankruptcy in 1931. New owners were able to revive it, attracting a variety of famous guests including Harry S Truman, Jack Dempsey and well known criminals such as Bugsy Moran and Al Capone.<br />
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The Elms saw many changes in ownership over the decades. Even experienced a second bankruptcy and a couple of renovations but managed to keep it's doors open to guests. So why is The Elms be labeled haunted?<br />
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Many believe one of the spirits tied to the hotel was from it's speakeasy days during Prohibition. This particular ghost hangs out in the basement, enjoying the lap pool. This area of the hotel use to host all-night gambling events and a popular hiding place for liquor brought by gangsters. Another spirit is that of a woman, searching for her child. They say she has been known to pull a person's hair and throw objects.<br />
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Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-76439596398092716652016-09-09T06:01:00.000-05:002016-09-09T06:01:05.543-05:00The White Lady of Frio RiverThere is a lot of fear that surrounds ghosts, particularly those who had a violent life. It's always good to come across one who is good and gentle in nature. The life of Maria Juarez may have ended tragically but she spends her afterlife as a protector of children in Uvalde County, Texas.<br />
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All Maria wanted was to marry and start a family of her own. She was very close to her older sister. Even cared for her children. However, her constant presence in her sister's life came with a price. Her sister's husband Gregorio fell in love with Maria. She being the good honest person that she was refused him. Unfortunately, he did not want to take no for an answer.<br />
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The day came that Maria almost received her wish. She met a man name Anselmo. They fell in love and were about to marry. Upon learning of this news, Gregorio became enraged. If he couldn't have her, he wasn't going to let anyone else either. Maria went to meet Anselmo but came face-to-face with Gregorio instead. He pulled out a pistol and shot her in the heart.<br />
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He fled but was later captured. He confessed to the murder and spent many years in prison. Maria was buried in an unmarked grave wearing her wedding dress.<br />
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Many who visit the Frio River have seen a white mist in the shape of a woman. It is believed to be that of Maria. She's also known to be a guardian of sorts for children at night. Even covers them with blankets when it's cold.<br />
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<a href="http://www.wideopencountry.com/10-haunted-places-texas-hill-country/" target="_blank">Wide Open Country</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.hauntedplaces.org/item/frio-river/">HauntedPlaces.org</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.texasescapes.com/LindaKirkpatrick/White-Lady-of-Rio-Frio.htm">Texas Escapes</a><br />
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<br />Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-81803345249212653782016-09-05T04:29:00.001-05:002016-09-05T04:29:49.261-05:00New London Ledge LighthouseNew London Ledge Lighthouse was built in 1909 on top of a concrete pier. This Groton, Connecticut lighthouse has been tended to by keepers until 1939 when the U.S. Coast Guard took over. Then, it was converted to automated in 1987. Of course, that is not why it is being mentioned here. It's alleged haunted status began with one lighthouse keeper.<br />
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This man's name was supposedly John Randolph. Living in a lighthouse in the 1920s or '30s can be a lonely existence. Randolph's wife found ways to maintain her sanity by flirting with local fishermen and sailors until that wasn't even enough. One day, when he went ashore for supplies, his wife ran off with the Block Island Ferry boat captain and never returned. When Randolph discovered his wife had left him, he slit his throat and fell from the 65 ft tower. His body was never found. A heartbreaking story, right? Unfortunately, there isn't any documentation John Randolph even existed much less killed himself.<br />
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However, a spirit named "Ernie" seems to be active at New London Ledge Lighthouse. Reports include doors opening and closing on their own, constant smell of fish, cold spots and items in locked drawers would rearrange themselves, Tools disappear and and reappear. Sheets ripped off their beds. Strange noises and whispers. Sometimes he turns on the foghorn on clear days. Boats and ships set adrift when someone speaks ill of him. "Ernie" would only appear to women and children. This active spirit is also kind enough to wash floors and windows. Who doesn't like a ghost who does windows, right?<br />
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In 2014, ownership of the New London Ledge Lighthouse was transferred from the U.S. Coast Guard to the New London Maritime Society. It's in the process of being restored and yes, they do offer tours. <br />
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<a href="http://www.ledgelighthouse.org/home.html" target="_blank">Ledge Light Foundation</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.damnedct.com/new-london-ledge-lighthouse" target="_blank">Damned Connecticut </a><br />
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<a href="http://hauntedlights.com/haunted5.html" target="_blank">Haunted Lighthouses, Legends and Lore</a><br />
<br />Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-46366385547452836262016-08-10T23:59:00.000-05:002016-08-12T20:03:33.056-05:00Los Feliz MansionDesigned by architect Harry E Weiner, this 1925 Los Angeles mansion was once owned by German silent film director/producer Frederic Zelnik. While Los Feliz Mansion may look like a thing of beauty, it bared witness to a tragedy.<br />
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On December 6, 1959, a Dr. Harold Perelson struck his wife Lillian with a ball-peen hammer, leaving her to drown in her own blood. Then proceeded to his teenage daughter Judye's room. He struck her in the head as well but in such a way she wasn't seriously injured. She managed to flee and call for help. Her two siblings were left unharmed. By the time police and an ambulance arrived, Dr Perelson was dead, committing suicide after swallowing pills. Supposedly, he had attempted suicide several times before but was stopped by his wife. The reason behind the murder-suicide is unknown. However, some believe it may have been because of financial troubles.<br />
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Since then, the house has changed owners a few times, but no one has really lived in it. Well...until now. Famed celebrity attorney Gloria Allred's daughter Lisa Bloom and husband purchased the house. Perhaps they will learn first hand if Los Feliz Mansion is haunted or not.<br />
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Many claim Dr. Perelson's spirit is still roaming the house. Or perhaps, because of the tragedy, many want to believe it's haunted.<br />
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<a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3544498/First-glimpse-inside-infamous-Los-Feliz-Murder-Mansion-hits-market-50-years-crazed-father-three-bludgeoned-wife-death-grisly-murder-suicide.html" target="_blank">Daily Mail Online - Photos of inside the house</a><br />
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<a href="http://la.curbed.com/2015/9/21/9920706/los-feliz-murder-house" target="_blank">Los Angeles Curbed</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.latimes.com/business/realestate/hot-property/la-fi-hotprop-los-feliz-murder-house-20160330-story.html" target="_blank">Los Angeles Times</a><br />
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<br />Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-68967030129893743992016-07-30T20:11:00.000-05:002016-07-30T20:11:00.683-05:00Gaither PlantationGaither Plantation was once a cotton plantation ran by Cecilia and William Hubert Gaither in the 1850s. The property extended several thousand acres but now consists of only a few hundred, including the original home, several outbuildings and a relocated historic church built in 1822.<br />
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Cecilia and W. H. had several children. W.H. died in 1890 after the house was deeded to Cecilia. Their daughter Clara died at the age of 9. Her and her father are both buried in a family cemetery on the grounds. Cecilia was forced to sell the plantation in 1921 when she was unable to pay the $28 in taxes she owed. During the Civil War, it’s rumored that Cecilia hid Confederate soldiers at the plantation up a secret stairway so the Yankees wouldn't burn her house. Thankfully, they didn't discover the soldiers, but did take some livestock she had hidden away.<br />
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Several spirits are said to roam the property. A female is often seen. Sensitives state her name to be “Ceely”. One paranormal group discovered Cecilia was often called Ceely by her grandchildren. The smell of perfume is found in her room as well. Other apparitions are believed to be connected with Confederate soldiers, a murder committed at the back of the house, and a pastor murdered his wife and himself in the church. A male is also seen in the upstairs area of the house. Footsteps and voices are often heard in empty rooms. <br />
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Sources:<br />
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<a href="http://gocovington.com/Newsroom/the-gaither-plantation-history" target="_blank">The Gaither Plantation</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.hauntedplaces.org/item/gaither-plantation/" target="_blank">Haunted Places</a></div>
Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-32796130287156256562016-06-23T17:31:00.002-05:002016-06-29T12:43:11.784-05:00Hanoverville RoadhouseThe main colonial-style structure was built around 1825. The rich soil and abundance of rain in this area of Bethlehem, Pennsylvania made it the perfect spot for a farmhouse. However, perhaps the location made it perfect for a lot of things. In 1837, the building was turned in to a hotel, general store, and post office complete with a stagecoach stop. The business remained the same through the Civil War.<br />
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Despite changing hands, the bar always remained open. When the 1930s rolled in, it transformed in to a restaurant, bar and hunting lodge. It gained a reputation as a family establishment during the '40s and '50s. A decade or so later, the building went through some construction. First floor walls were removed. A stage and two bars were built. Canned Heat from Woodstock fame and Tiny Tim both performed at the Roadhouse.<br />
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The Hanoverville Roadhouse may be known as a great place to take the family, but is it haunted? Many believe so. Most of the activity centers around a little boy. He is described as being around 8 or 10 years old, dark hair and dark clothing who is often seen weeping. Unfortunately, his identity remains unknown. Witnesses have also heard odd noises, voices and footsteps as well as a poltergeist who loves to pull a prank or two.<br />
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<b>Sources:</b><br />
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<a href="http://hanovervilleroadhouse.com/" target="_blank">Hanoverville Roadhouse</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.hauntedplaces.org/item/hanoverville-road-house/" target="_blank">HauntedPlaces.org</a>Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-2393773739087749982016-06-11T17:13:00.001-05:002016-06-11T17:19:55.276-05:00Tevennec LighthouseWould you spend two months in a lighthouse with a reputation of driving people insane? One man took on the challenge to raise awareness for Tevennec Lighthouse in hopes of restoring it but after one failed attempt, not sure if he has completed his task much less kept his sanity while doing it.<br />
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Tevennec Lighthouse is located in the Raz de Sein strait off the coast of Brittany, France. It was built in 1871 and first lit in 1875. The first keeper Henri Guezennec couldn't handle the long periods of time alone and succumbed to madness. He claimed he heard voices shouting to him to leave. Considering the Tevennec had a dark reputation prior to the lighthouse being built, perhaps he did hear voices.<br />
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Tevennec was a place where the dead was taken, well according to folklore that is. It was also the place where the mythical Ankou, the Breton grim reaper, supposedly resided. Such stories were fueled by the fact that if you had a boat with no engine, you would be automatically taken to Tevennec by the waves.<br />
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After Guezennec, the most logically step for the one to replace him would be a job for two instead of one. In 1893, two keepers began their one year residence at the lighthouse. One died unexpectedly. Thus, beginning a string of deaths. In 1897, a keeper resided there with his wife. The keeper died and his wife was forced to live with his corpse until they could be collected. The third keeper died in his bed. The fourth lived there with his elderly father. The man found his father dead in his bed with a slit throat from a shaving razor. There are other stories of a child dying there and a keeper who supposedly died from falling on a knife. A priest was even called in to exorcise the property but it may have been a failure. The last residing keeper's wife was in the middle of giving birth when a wall was destroyed by waves.<br />
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It was decided in 1910, to make the lighthouse fully automated. Twenty-three keepers have tended to it but no one has lived there since. With a mythical grim reaper allegedly living there and multiple deaths, it's not surprising visitors have had ghost sightings.<br />
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<a href="https://sjhstrangetales.wordpress.com/2016/03/21/the-sinister-history-of-tevennec-lighthouse/" target="_blank">sjhstrangetales - The Sinister History of Tevennec</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/travel/travel_news/article-3631226/Pictured-eerie-lighthouse-abandoned-1910-haunted-said-driven-keepers-lived-insane.html" target="_blank">Daily Mail</a></div>
Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-91808712182171757412016-05-26T12:13:00.000-05:002016-05-26T12:13:02.864-05:00Reader Submission: Paranormal Activity at the Pharmacy Museum<div style="margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">As
a ghost tour guide in New Orleans, you tend to get repeat questions:</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;"><i>Are
we going inside any haunted locations</i></span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">?
Unfortunately, no, not unless you have a cool million or so to put
down on a historic residence in the French Quarter.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;"><i>Do
you believe in ghosts?</i></span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;"> The
answer to that is yes. I’m fully aware that many guides out there
are all-in-out skeptics, but I’m not one of them. </span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">Which
leads us to . . . </span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;"><i>Will
we experience any paranormal activity on our tour tonight?</i></span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">
This one’s the kicker, mainly because all guides only </span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;"><i>wish</i></span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">
that we could make ghostly phenomena perform on demand. How much
easier would that be for tour companies or paranormal investigators?
So much easier.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">So
that question of whether or not guests will experience ghostly
phenomena while on a tour? Highly unlikely—until, that is, it
actually happens.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">The
first time occurred last August. I remember only because it was
deathly hot outside and I was, unfortunately, sweating profusely.
That night, only two sisters had joined me for our Killers and
Thrillers Tour. They were incredibly nice, interested in the
paranormal and intrigued by the mystery of the darker side of New
Orleans’ past. The Killers and Thrillers Tour was a perfect fit.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">As
we made our way to our second stop, the sisters asked me about
different haunted hotspots in the city—in New Orleans, it’s
difficult to come across a place that doesn’t have a ghost story or
two lingering around.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">But
perhaps my favorite story of all entails the Pharmacy Museum. Its
original owner Dr. Louis Dufilho was the first licensed pharmacist in
the entire country. The first floor of the museum still boasts that
19th century atmosphere, with items like Voodoo Love Potion,
medicinal leeches and laudanum (opium) stocked on the oak shelves.
But the dark and gory tales of the property didn’t begin until
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">Whereas
Dufilho was a man greatly loved by the citizens of New Orleans, Dupas
was the guy you avoided if you could. In the mid-1800s, he had been
arrested for violating health code violations, for bludgeoning a
politician in the head with a hammer, and for nearly (or so they say)
murdering a young girl with his medicinal work. </span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">As
I related the tale, the sisters exchanged looks of disgust. It only
got worse, though, because it was rumored that Dupas practiced
experiments . . . and he preferred to do so on pregnant women. After
hiring local grave cart drivers (who were bringing yellow fever
victims out to the cemeteries for interment) to poison pregnant women
on the streets with chloroform, they would bring the women to the
pharmacy so that Dupas could practice c-sections. Most often, the
women died, bleeding out right on the table—in the chances that
they survived, it’s said that he murdered them before handing them
back to the grave cart drivers.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">Dupas
suffered from syphilis, and so mentally became more unhinged with
every passing year. </span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">It
was at this point that I noticed one of the sisters begin to sway.
Her skin turned yellowish-green. She asked me to sit down and I
quickly helped her to the sidewalk curb. Rifling through my bag, I
pulled out an extra water bottle and offered it to her. </span></span>
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<span style="color: black;">“<span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">It
was hot,” I said. The sun was beating down, torching our necks
with its unforgiving rays. </span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">And,
to be completely honest, that first time I chalked up the
near-fainting to a bad case of heatstroke. Even after I asked the
sisters if they wanted to reschedule or be refunded, they both
assured me that they had been so excited for the tour—they weren’t
backing out.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">So
we continued.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">The
second time occurred perhaps three weeks later. It was the later
tour, the 8PM, and night had already slipped over the sky and
blanketed the heavy sun.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">The
air was cool for once. My group was much larger that night, probably
around twenty, and we were camped out directly in front of the
Pharmacy Museum. At that time, I liked telling the grisly story
right before its front doors so guests could peek inside the glass
windows and glance up to the entresol (the French Quarter’s version
of a basement) where the experimentations allegedly occurred.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">Like
always, I jumped into the storytelling, weaving it this way and that
like a musical performance reaching its crescendo. Throughout I
sporadically glanced at a woman who looked ready to pop at any
moment. Her hands continuously went to her pregnant belly and I
offered her an </span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;"><i>I’m sorry</i></span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">
smile for the nature of the story.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">It
wasn’t her I should have been worried about, but the woman beside
her. She reached out and clutched her partner’s arm. Immediately
I jolted into action. Again I rifled through my bag for an extra
water bottle, shoving it into her hand as the group formed a circle
around us.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“<span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">Are
you okay?” I asked.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">Her
nod was weak. “Yeah,” she whispered, “It was just . . . It was
weird. One minute I was totally fine, and the next this haze just
came right over me. I’m really, really sorry."</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">I
told her not to apologize. I pretended that it all had to do with
the hot Louisiana summer, even though it wasn’t that hot anymore
and even though her dizziness had struck almost to the same exact
sentence that the first girl had weeks prior.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">That
night, the pregnant woman was the only one to capture any paranormal
activity at all on her phone. </span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">I
tried not to let either of the instances faze me.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">**</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">It
happened again two weeks later. Same location, same part in the
story. Like the two previous times, it was another woman.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">This
time, when I saw the lady’s hands dip to her knees, I said: “This
is going to sound really weird. I know it will. But I think that if
you move . . . even just five feet over . . . you will feel
dramatically better."</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">She
gave me an odd look, which then forced me to explain why I thought
this to be the case, but she took my suggestion anyway. Almost
immediately her color cleared and her gaze lost that glossed
appearance. The tour continued without any further incidences, and
if my guests thought me a little weird for overreacting they didn’t
tell me so.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">The
final instance came perhaps two or three weeks after the near-miss.
Up until then, I had convinced myself that they were pure
coincidences. The French Quarter, especially if people have been
boisterously drinking all day, can take out even the best of us. </span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">On
the tour that night, my group was middle-sized. Already I’d gotten
the question, </span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;"><i>Will we see a
ghost tonight</i></span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">? Probably not,
I told them. </span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;"><i>What’s the best
way to capture paranormal activity</i></span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">?
Use your phone or digital camera, I said. </span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">We
neared the Pharmacy Museum, took our places. I launched into the
tale, immersing myself in the grittiness of our city’s history.
The yellow fever epidemics, Dupas’ scheming ways.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">I
should have known that something would happen—the air felt electric
that night. As I spoke, the Irish girl beside me went down. With
reflexes I did not know I even had, myself and her friend caught her
by the arms.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">We
caught her, just barely, before she would have gone smashing to the
concrete. To say that my heart was beating fast would be an
understatement—</span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;"><i>how could this
keep happening? </i></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">Wearily,
the girl glanced up at us. My fingers were posed over my cell to
call 911.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">The
first words out of her mouth were: “Am I in Dublin?"</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">My
first words were: “No, but I imagine right now that you wish you
were."</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">After
explaining to her what had happened, as she remembered nothing at
all, the girl turned to her three friends with a laugh. (It’s got
to be said that </span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;"><i>I</i></span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">
was not laughing at all). “Guys,” she exclaimed, “How about
the fact that I said right before this tour that I didn’t believe
in ghosts."</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">Her
friend giggled. “You </span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;"><i>did</i></span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">
say you wanted to be shown that ghosts exist."</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">While
they laughed, I pretty much suffered a mini-panic attack. I ushered
the girl a few feet over, just like I had before, and the yellow cast
of her skin cleared. She drank heartily from my extra water bottle
and discussed how it was so weird that that had happened to her.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">It
was weird. The first two times could have been chalked up to
coincidences, but three or four times? No. Something paranormal was
happening. I glanced up at the three-story townhouse. Guests who
visit the museum often experience a disorientating scent (like
formaldehyde) while ascending the staircase. Ghostly activity occurs
on almost a daily basis, with security cameras picking up shadowy
figures and museum artifacts being moved by unseen forces.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">Had
Dupas somehow decided to show me that he held the power? I didn’t
question it. After that instance, I brought my tour groups across
the street instead. Nothing like that has ever happened again to me,
and if my groups have asked why other companies stand by the front
doors but that we don’t . . . Well, I explain to them what
happened.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">I
explained that Dupas’ penchant for women and making them feel week
did not stop with his death, but has continued for the last century
and a half. </span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;">Usually,
they don’t have much to say after that. Neither do I. </span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;"><u><b>About
Maria Pinheiro</b></u></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;"><u><b><br /></b></u></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #00000a;"><span style="font-family: "times" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Maria
first came to New Orleans to attend Loyola University, only to
quickly realize that the Crescent City's weirdness matched her own.
Since then, she's left only to visit her hometown in the Northeast
and to attend graduate school across the pond in England. She's been
a tour guide in a medieval townhouse, a Viking museum, and, most
recently, a guide for Ghost City Tours. Through working as a tour
guide for Ghost City, Maria was offered her current position of Media
and Public Relations Director. Her role for the company comprises her
favorite topics: writing and history. If you’re looking to talk
murder, mystery and scandal in Pre-20th century America or Medieval
Europe, she’s your girl! When not working, Maria can generally be
found bringing her two black labs on adventures. </span></span></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: #00000a;"><span style="font-family: "times" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "calibri" , serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">For
more information on Ghost City Tours, visit their website at
<a href="https://ghostcitytours.com/new-orleans-ghost-tours/">https://ghostcitytours.com/new-orleans-ghost-tours/</a>.
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Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-85995155980470443462016-05-13T09:20:00.001-05:002016-05-13T09:20:45.810-05:00Ghost HollowAn Elm tree once stood along the Cimarron River in Ripley, Oklahoma believed to be cursed. In the 1800s, this tree served as the ideal spot for hangings. Legend goes in 1887 an innocent man was strung up on that Elm. The next day, all the bark mysteriously fell off of it. When the light of the moon shined on this bare tree, it glowed an eerie white color. Some say you could even see a body hanging from it.<br />
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Another story states, three horse thieves were mysteriously hung from the tree, but was not the first death this tree has seen. Supposedly, an "Indian princess" on the site of the tree. Her crime? Falling in love with a white man. She was 17 and wanted to run away to marry him but her father intervened. He attempted to shoot her suitor but instead killed his daughter. Ever since then, the tree has been cursed, demanding a life every 17 years. Other deaths associated with the tree includes a gambler who was caught cheating, two bodies were found there in the early 1900s and a deadly car wreck in 1939.<br />
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The Elm remained standing for many years but has since fell down or destroyed (depending on who you ask). We'll never know if it's alleged "glowing" was due to the natural occurrence of the moonlight hitting a bare tree or something more paranormal. However, visitors still claim to get a "creepy" feeling and hear an eerie moaning sound at Ghost Hollow.<br />
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<a href="http://newsok.com/article/2373442" target="_blank">NewsOK</a><br />
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<a href="https://seeksghosts.blogspot.com/2015/01/ghost-hollows-curse.html" target="_blank">Seeks Ghosts - Ghost Hollow's Curse</a>Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-73778111159492154482016-04-18T12:09:00.001-05:002016-04-18T12:09:19.840-05:00Goose River BridgeLooking for a good drink? You may give Goose River Bridge a try. Now, I'm sure you're asking yourself "Why go to a bridge for a beer?". A very hospitable ghost has been known to offer mugs of ale to visitors.<br />
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Goose River Bridge is located in what is now known as Rockport, Maine. During the American Revolution, a man named William Richardson played his part in aiding an American privateer who stole a British ship by guiding him to safety and away from the British. Feeling proud of playing his part in winning the war, Richardson decided to throw the biggest party in 1783.<br />
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He drank heavily throughout the night and made certain everyone else did as well. Richardson made the rounds, making sure everyone's glass was always filled. Sometime during the night, he wandered off from the party and continued to entertain the good people of Goose River with his singing and dancing. It would be a mistake he would not live to regret. The road led to the bridge where he came across three horsemen.<br />
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It was his misfortune that these men weren't allies but Tories or British sympathizers. They beat Richardson, hitting him with the butt of a rifle and rode over him as they left him to die.<br />
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Ever since, people visiting the Goose River Bridge have been met by "The Pitcher Man" as he is known as. Pitchers of ale appear in open car windows before disappearing. The bridge has since been replaced but he remains perhaps looking for someone to share a drink with.<br />
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<b>Sources:</b><br />
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<a href="http://www.hauntedplaces.org/item/pitcher-man-goose-river-bridge/" target="_blank">Haunted Places - Pitcher Man - Goose River Bridge</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.prairieghosts.com/gooser.html" target="_blank">Prairie Ghosts - The Goose River Bridge</a>Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-46681593018147121992016-02-20T07:10:00.002-06:002016-02-20T07:10:59.646-06:00Suicide BridgeMany of you know of the Aokigahara Forest in Japan as the location to take their lives. Here in the United States, we have The Colorado Street Bridge a.k.a. The Suicide Bridge in Pasadena, California. Since being built in 1913, over 150 people have relinquished their lives from this structure. The bridge spans 1,486 feet over the Arroyo Seco and sits on the original Route 66. It's known for its distinctive Beaux Arts arches, light standards, artistic supports and railings.<br />
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A suicide barrier was added to reduce the number of suicides. After the Loma Prieta earthquake in Northern California of 1989, the bridge was declared a seismic hazard and closed to traffic but reopened in 1993 after a substantial retrofit. The Suicide Bridge was thrown in to the spotlight thanks to film, music, and TV. It's first onscreen appearance was in Charlie Chaplin's <span style="font-style: italic;">The Tramp</span> and was later used in Alias, Seabiscuit, NCIS and The Mentalist. A monument with so much history makes one wonder, why does it attract the attention of the depressed and desperate?<br />
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Six years after the construction the first suicide took place on November 16, 1919. However, the majority of suicides taken place on The Colorado Street Bridge was during the Depression between 1919 and 1937. Seventy-nine people leaped to their deaths in the 1930s and more occurred over the years as recently a couple of weeks ago. A 25-year-old Covina man jumped on April 17, and a 49-year-old Altadena woman dove to her death on April 21. Police continue to respond to impending suicides each month. Is the bridge curse? Some believe so.<br />
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Legend has it that the first death to occur at the bridge was not a suicide, but an accident when a construction worker fell into wet concrete and his co-workers weren’t able to reclaim his body from the thick mass. It’s believed by many his spirit continues to haunt the bridge, luring others to their deaths. They say whenever he is present the street lights turn blue. Another legend involves a mother and child. A mother intended to kill both herself and her infant daughter. When she threw her over the side, tree branches slowed her fall. She landed relatively unharmed. Her mother was not so lucky. Her spirit is believed to haunt the bridge, searching for her child. With over 150 deaths occurring at the Colorado Street Bridge, they may not be alone. A male spirit with wire rimmed glasses and a woman wearing a long flowing robe are also seen.<br />
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Of course the bridge itself may not be the only thing being visited by spirits. Witnesses have heard strange sounds and cries from unknown sources originating from the river bed. The homeless have often seen and heard ghostly spirits under the bridge including someone who says "Her fault" whenever someone runs across the bridge.<br />
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<a href="http://www.weirdca.com/location.php?location=57" target="_blank">Weird California - Pasadena's Suicide Bridge</a></div>
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Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-75004158767139229512016-02-16T03:44:00.001-06:002016-02-16T03:44:40.617-06:00Sorry For the DelayI know Ghost Stories has been lacking new posts as of late. I have no excuse other than the lack of time. I'm in the process of giving the blog some much needed TLC. I'm hoping to have some new stories posted soon. Thanks for your patience.<br />
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AndreaAndrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-10883955414734854362015-11-12T12:30:00.003-06:002015-11-12T12:30:48.241-06:00SpearfingerLong ago, in the woods, there was a woman named Spearfinger. This Cherokee witch was feared among her people along the eastern side of Tennessee and western part of North Carolina. She was described as being forty feet tall with skin like rock that no weapon could penetrate. With one long razor sharp finger, she would sneak up behind you, stab it through your back and yank out your liver, eating it in one gulp.<br />
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More than anything, she loved the flesh of young children. Spearfinger could transform herself in to anything or anyone. You never knew if your friend or neighbor was actually them or the witch until it was too late.<br />
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One day, an indian village knew Spearfinger was fast approaching them. They developed a plan to dig a huge pit, surrounding the village, and cover it with branches and leaves. When she fell in, they would strike and kill her. The whole village came together, putting the plan in to action. One particular boy had trouble pulling his weight. His clumsy nature hindered their progress and his father told him to get out of the way. While feeling sorry for himself, he noticed a bird caught in a honeysuckle tree. Without realizing it, he gently freed the bird, but it didn't fly away.<br />
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Instead, it landed on the boys shoulder. The bird thanked him for his kindness and in returned, told him a secret about Spearfinger. It relayed to him that the witch's heart was not located in her chest but at the tip of her razor finger. He was so excited. He ran to his parents to tell them of this newly acquired knowledge. Before he could pass the secret on to his Mother, a horrible scream came from the forest.<br />
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Spearfinger was coming fast and was hungry. As she approached the village, she fell in to the pit. Everyone threw rocks at her, but she kept climbing to the top. They used bow and arrows but still she remained unharmed. Remembering what the bird told him, the boy ran to a warrior. He told him to aim straight at her spearfinger. The warrior raised his bow and arrow, aiming at the razor sharp finger and shot. The arrow went through Spearfinger's heart and she fell over dead. The people celebrated her demise with singing and dancing. From that day on, all the people listened when the little boy had something to say.Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-44791677966075830802015-09-30T10:46:00.000-05:002015-09-30T10:46:04.792-05:00Ghostly Thirteen<br />
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Ghostly Thirteen was inspired by the Thursday Thirteen meme. You list thirteen paranormal-related things, for example your top 13 posts (if you have a paranormal blog), mythical creatures, gods, haunted houses, etc... All is welcomed to participate by either leaving a comment or posting on your own blog. Theme is up to you as long as its paranormal related.<br />
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1. <a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/chernobyl.html" target="_blank">Chernobyl</a><a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2007/06/paranormal-night.html"></a><br />
2. <a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/legend-of-lucy-keyes.html" target="_blank">The Legend of Lucy Keyes</a><br />
3. <a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/robert-doll.html" target="_blank">Robert the Doll</a><br />
4. <a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2010/08/mandy-doll.html" target="_blank">Mandy the Doll</a><br />
5. <a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/kellies-castle_04.html" target="_blank">Kellie's Castle</a><br />
6. <a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/clinton-road.html" target="_blank">Clinton Road</a><a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/mary-knows-bestfact-or-fake-paranormal.html"></a><br />
7. <a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/devils-tree.html" target="_blank">The Devil's Tree</a><br />
8. <a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/manly-quarantine-station.html" target="_blank">Manly Quarantine Station</a><a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2011/05/st-francisville-experiment.html"></a><br />
9. <a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/island-of-dead-dolls.html" target="_blank">Island of Dead Dolls</a><a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2006/10/celebrities-and-ghosts.html"></a><br />
10. <a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/preston-castle.html" target="_blank">Preston Castle</a><a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2011/05/paranormal-has-musical-following.html"></a><br />
11. <a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2012/10/aokigahara-suicide-forest.html" target="_blank">Aokigahara Suicide Forest</a><a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2007/01/lawson-family-massacre.html"></a><br />
12. <a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2011/09/carey-mansion.html" target="_blank">Carey Mansion</a><br />
13. <a href="http://paranormalstories.blogspot.com/2011/05/windsor-hotel.html" target="_blank">Windsor Hotel</a><br />
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<br />Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-49122583693913803082015-09-06T20:40:00.001-05:002015-09-06T20:40:58.257-05:00Reader Submission - The Creeper<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There is a true life story, about a little boy at the time called Richard. Richard was baker/acted into the Waverly Hills Sanatorium WHGC way back in 1967. The two doctors and three nurses that were present in the ECT room on August 20th 1967 9:32 am, all signed and swore it to be true. The Creeper actually manifested inside the ECT room, and shrouded the child from electrocution. They also say the child had entities all around him while in his stay. Richard was said to be one of the most powerful Clairsentient Empathetic children, to ever walk threw the Waverly Hills Sanatorium doors, and the same goes for the St Albans Sanatorium.<br />
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My father and his friends have been collecting files, along with me and my team on this child for over 50 years now. All this broke in May 20th 2015 when one of the last living WHGC nurses was found alive in California. She had some how found this child in order to give him a case files she stole over 50 years ago out of the Wood Haven Geriatrics Center in September 1967. Pat died two months ago in June 2015. But before she died, it was said she wanted to ease her conscience by sending this man his records she had stolen and kept all these years. Pat was one of the nurses in the ECT room that day. The one that fainted when the Creeper manifested. She all had a picture of Richard B Rollins standing in the 4th floor lobby inside the Wood Haven on August 18th 1967. Along with two pictures of the Creeper standing in the door way of the ECT room that day. There is so much to this story. But here is where we are all at with him today.<br />
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After finding that he was still living, everyone thought he died back in 1968 was blown away. None of them can get threw to him. Only three people have his information, Tina Mattlings owner of the Waverly Hills Sanatorium, Pat Holland the one nurse who died, leaving only one more contact, a nurse named Cathy Gales. Cathy Gales has a face book page. And I have been trying to get her to give us his email or way to get in touch with him. But she is not talking, and still protecting him from the public's eye. He has lived life as a recluse. And will talk to no one. So as of now we are still unable to secure an interview with this man. There have been so many paranormal investigators that have tried and failed.<br />
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Adam HastingsAndrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com117tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11985866.post-55370732724658173002015-07-04T06:45:00.000-05:002015-07-04T06:45:04.109-05:00Hot Lake HotelHot Lake Hotel was originally built in 1864 in La Grande, Oregon during the gold rush. It resembled that of a shopping mall. Businesses located in the wooden structure included barber shop, dance hall, post office, blacksmith, and bath house. In 1903, the original building was demolished and construction began on a new brick hotel. Dr. William T. Phy first became involved in the project in 1904. Construction was completed in 1908 containing 100 guest rooms.<br />
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It became THE place for vacationers as the 205 degree sulfurous Hot Lake were thought to have healing properties. Phy bought the establishment in 1917 and turned it in to a state-of-the-art medical facility known as the Hotel Lake Sanatorium or the "Mayo Clinic of the West". It came equipped with medical wards, offices, and a kitchen/dance hall. The Mayo Brothers (founders of the Mayo Clinic) and Wild Bill Hickok and his Wild West Show also visited Hot Lake regularly. Prior owners and investors include Governor Walter M. Pierce and Senator Parish L. Willis. There Dr. Phy practice along side his son Marcus until his death in 1931 from pneumonia. Marcus committed suicide a couple of years later.<br />
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On May 7, 1934, a fire destroyed the ballroom and library and the wooden structures of the hotel. The remaining brick buildings survived. However, the hotel began to decline in business until the hospital on the third floor was the only functioning portion of the hotel. During World War II, a flight school and nurse training school was established on the property. It's use further declined when it was converted into a nursing home and asylum in 1953. In 1975, ownership switched hands and a nightclub and restaurant was opened, but only lasted for two years.<br />
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The same railroad that brought Hot Lake business was rerouted, the new highway bypassed it and the Depression further led to it being abandoned in 1991. It fell prey to vandals and the elements. David and Lee Manual purchased the hotel and began restoration in 2003. Although a slow progress, it re-opened as a 22-room bed and breakfast in 2010 complete with museum, art galley, spa, bronze foundry, and restaurant.<br />
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Witnesses have seen an apparition of a man in work clothes believed to be a former gardner who committed suicide. Other spirits seen are that of old vacationers and former patients from its sanatorium days. Some people have reported hearing music from the third floor where an old piano formerly owned by Robert E. Lee's wife use to be. Former caretakers have heard footsteps on the wheelchair ramp, crying and a screams from the old surgery room. Other reports include rocking chairs moving on their own, objects move, disappear and reappear, and equipment malfunctioning. <br />
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<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hot_Lake_Hotel" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.hotlakesprings.com/index.php" target="_blank">Hot Lake Springs</a><br />
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<a href="http://seeksghosts.blogspot.com/2013/09/oregon-haunted-hot-lake-resort.html" target="_blank">Seek Ghosts</a>Andrea Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14702322027393523509noreply@blogger.com10