Wednesday, July 1, 2026

The Ghost of Judge Lane

Mt. Vernon, Ohio (ca 1880)


On the evening of February 19, 1881, a "prominent and truthful" citizen of Mt. Vernon, Ohio was on his way home when he heard what sounded like the loud shriek of a woman coming from the direction of a recently unoccupied house. The home in question, sometimes described as a 'shanty,' had been the residence of Samuel "Judge" Lane. 

Judge Lane was an interesting character around town. A formerly enslaved man of African descent, his fellow Black citizens saw him as a prophet, and bestowed upon him the name of "Judge." The man was of a very advanced age, although no one was really sure just how old he was. He claimed to have been the personal manservant of General Mercer during the Revolutionary War. As General Mercer was killed in 1777 during the Battle of Princeton, this would have made Lane well over 100 years old at the time of his death. In fact, he claimed to be about 123 years old....if not older. 

However old he actually was, he couldn't live forever. In early February, he was found lying on the floor of his shanty in terrible shape. His lower limbs were completely frozen. Lane died shortly after and was buried in an unmarked grave at Mound View Cemetery in Mt. Vernon. It would seem that his spirit wasn't quite ready to go yet. 

A few days after Lane's death, that prominent citizen was walking nearby and heard an ungodly shriek coming from the shanty. The man, who claimed to be as brave as any sane man, believed tramps had broken into the property, and decided to investigate. What he found was definitely not squatters taking shelter from the cold. 

As he approached the shack, he noticed it was brightly lit from within, and the door was standing wide open. Accompanied by another unknown noise, the man observed the image of old Judge illuminated in the doorway. He was supporting himself on crutches and had both legs amputated at the knees. Understandably, the man fled in terror at the sight. Apparently, 123 years on this earth was simply not long enough for Samuel 'Judge' Lane. 

Mark Sebastian Jordan has published a wonderful deep-dive into Samuel 'Judge' Lane's possible history, which can be found at the Knox Pages website, listed below. 

Sources and Further Reading:

"The adventures of Mount Vernon’s ‘Judge’ Lane, who died at the age of 200… or 123 … or maybe just 90." By Mark Sebastian Jordan.  03 May 2025. Knox Pages Website


03 March 1881
Evansville Courier and Press




10 February 1881
Northwest-Signal




16 February 1881
West Unity Reporter

Monday, June 29, 2026

The Weeping Woman of Ashland Cemetery

Photo by Theresa
June 2026

I recently made the short trip to Ashland, Ky to attend an awesome presentation at the Boyd County Library. Certified Cryptozoologist, Lacey Williams, gave a wonderful talk titled Bluegrass Beasts, covering a variety of interesting Kentucky creatures. But, before the presentation, I decided to get to town early...

Although I'm less than an hour away from the Ashland area, I don't get down to that area too often. So, when I decided to head that way for Lacey's talk, I wanted to optimize my trip time by visiting at least one spooky local legend. I chose to visit the Ashland Cemetery and seek out the legend of the Weeping Woman. 

Ashland Cemetery is located along Belmont Street. Dedicated back in 1870, this massive cemetery is still receiving burials today. Spanning over 106 acres, Ashland Cemetery stands as an impressive symbol of the city's history, and with the plethora of statues and intricate tombstones, it's also a wonderful collection of art and culture. One such piece of funerary art that gets a lot of attention is the Weeping Woman. 

Also known as the Iron Lady or the Weeping Widow, the Weeping Woman of Ashland Cemetery is a large, seated sculpture of a woman in obvious mourning. Clutching her chest with one hand, and holding a mourning wreath with the other, she appears to be in great distress, lamenting the loss of the couple she watches over. 

Photo by Theresa
June 2026

From what I can gather, the artwork is by the famous Hans K. Schuler, a German-American sculptor and monument maker known for his work around Baltimore and Washington, D.C. and was commissioned to stand over the graves of Ferdinand Carl Fischer and his wife, Elizabeth Ringo Fischer. 

Sarah Elizabeth Ringo was born on December 22 1877 in Clinton, Kentucky to parents Willis Lunsford Ringo and Sarah/Sallie Cresap. Willis was a former Secretary of State for Kentucky and a prominent citizen throughout his life, with interests in the railroad and local improvement councils. He was also a Confederate veteran. Willis, his wife,  and many other members of the Ringo family are also buried in the Ashland Cemetery nearby the Weeping Woman. 

Ferdinand Carl (F.C.) Fischer was born in Cincinnati on July 2, 1857, making him twenty years older than Elizabeth. The two married on June 30, 1896 in Ashland, Kentucky and were blessed with a couple of children. Unfortunately, F.C. would not be long for this world. He passed away September 10, 1906 at the age of 49, leaving his 29 year old wife a widow to raise two small children. According to an article on the Kentucky Kindred Genealogy website about the Willis Ringo family, Elizabeth did remarry. On June 27, 1908, she married Alexander Blucher D. Gordon III, who would go on to outlive her by seven years. 

I'm not sure what her relationship with Alexander was like, but the two did have an additional son together. However, when Elizabeth died on March 20, 1952 in Pennsylvania, she was brought home to be buried by F.C. in her family plot at the Ashland Cemetery. Today, Elizabeth and F.C. lie side by side under matching stones, with the Weeping Woman keeping watch above. 

And, for many years, stories have spread that the Weeping Woman statue may be more than just a statue. Across multiple Face Book and Reddit posts, blogs, and even Instagram stories, nearby residents and visitors to Ashland Cemetery are sharing very similar experiences with hearing the unmistakable wails of a woman in mourning.  

Some individual accounts have been curated at two awesome blogs, The Southern Spirit Guide and Black Flag Horror.  One of my favorite accounts involves a man named Ronald Hinton who was visiting the grave of a loved one in autumn when he heard a woman sobbing. Following the sound, he found a woman seated nearby several graves with her head down, wailing in mourning. As he approached her, she lifted her head and reached out a hand towards him. He could see the tears streaming down her cheeks from her closed eyes, and even drool pooling at the corners of her mouth. But, as she opened her eyelids, he immediately saw that she had no eyeballs! 

Photo by Theresa
July 2026

Taken aback by this, but still wanting to help, he went to get several other visitors who were at the cemetery that day to help him with the strange wailing woman. As the group arrived back, the once-living woman was now simply a statue---The Weeping Lady Statue. 

Although she is mostly heard, Ronald isn't the only one to have seen the woman appear as a living person. Legend tells that on the full moon she arises and walks the cemetery, crying out in grief. But who is she wailing for? The obvious reason might be the Fischer family, particularly F.C., as the statue is of a grieving woman and Mrs. Fischer did lose who husband at a young age. Or, there may be another reason.

The Ashland Cemetery is the final resting place for Emma Carico/Thomas, Robert Gibbons, and Fannie Gibbons. The three young people were murdered on the night of December 23, 1881 by an axe and the house they were staying in was set ablaze to cover it up. Seventeen year old Robert and his 15 year old sister, Fannie, were the only members of the family at home, and were being visited by Fannie's 15 year old friend, Emma. The perpetrator was the Gibbons' own father, who had been suffering from mental illness and suicidal/homicidal tendencies following domestic troubles with his wife. This event became known as the Ashland Tragedy, and rocked the city. Could the wails and cries actually be for these three young people taken so violently as some believe?

You can visit the Ashland Cemetery during daylight hours and see the Weeping Woman for yourself! She sits nestled among some bushes in Section 13...Listen closely and you might hear the unmistakable wails of a woman in mourning. 

Sources and Further Reading:

The Southern Spirit Guide: Moaning and Crying-Ashland Kentucky. January 6, 2020, by Lewis O. Powell IV.

Black Flag Horror Wordpress: The Weeping Lady

Kindred Genealogy: Willis Lunsford Ringo Family

Wikipedia Article on Hans Schuler

Find-a-Grave: Ashland Cemetery 

Find-a-Grave Pages for: (Willis Ringo) (Elizabeth Fischer) (F.C. Fischer)


29 December 1881
Ashland Daily Independent 







Monday, June 15, 2026

How Haunted Hollow Got Its Name

Bluestone Lake
Photo by Brian Powell


In the summer of 1862, Phillip Thurmond, along with help from his brother William, formed a band of Confederate volunteers from largely Fayette, Greenbrier, and Monroe Counties. They would become known as Thurmond's Rangers, a sort of Civil War era home guard unit with the mission of assisting the war effort as scouts, spies, and raiders. 

Unfortunately, although Thurmond had a good reputation, the Rangers were seen by many as nothing more than thieves and bushwhackers. Out of this reputation grew a story of a haunted road, deep in the mountains near what is now Hinton, WV. 

As told by Ernest S. Allen in the 20 February 1946 edition of the Independent-Herald, a Hinton newspaper, the Rangers spent several months camped in the Bluestone area, at the foot of Low Gap Mountain. 

One day, a young boy was captured and accused of being an enemy spy. The Rangers tried to scare him into giving them information, but when that didn't work, they resorted to more drastic measures. A group of them took the boy about a mile up the mountain and tied him to a tree. There, they tortured him, but he still wouldn't say a word. It was said that the boy most likely had developmental delays and honestly didn't know anything. At last, they shot him and left his body there, tied to the tree. 

After that, the area became known as Haunted Hollow, as those passing by, especially in the evening hours, truly believed that the spirit of the young boy was still haunting the mountain. His apparition had been seen by some, yet others heard the unmistakable sounds of the marching of phantom soldiers. 

No one can really verify whether this is a factual account or not, but the legend lasted for several generations. As for Thurmond's Rangers, more and more volunteers would join up with them until they were nearly 650 men in strength. Late in 1863, they became the 44th Virginia Cavalry Battalion, making them an official part of the Confederate Army. 

Philip would die in October of 1864 in Winfield, where his body lie unmarked for many years. (Fun fact, I just happened to 'accidentally' be there when archaeologists dug up his remains for reburial). William, however, survived the war and went on to become a prominent citizen in Fayette County and is credited with founding the now infamous ghost town of Thurmond! 

More on Thurmond's Rangers:
McKinney, Tim. "Thurmond's Rangers." e-WV: The West Virginia Encyclopedia. 08 February 2024. Web. Accessed: 15 June 2026.

20 February 1946
Independent-Herald (Hinton, WV)



Monday, June 8, 2026

The 'Ghost' of Walnut Hill Cemetery

 

Walnut Hill Cemetery
Photo by Find-a-Grave contributor Zelda



I love a good 'true' ghost story, but sometimes a spooky case of mistaken identity is just as strange, if not more! That's what happened to John Davis, caretaker of the Walnut Hill Cemetery, located just outside Columbus, Ohio in Hamilton Township. 

Strolling through the cemetery one evening, he noticed a spooky figure sitting atop a tombstone. As he approached the figure, he realized that it wasn't a ghost, but just some guy, wearing nothing but a blanket as almost a cape. The man's clothes were in a pile at his feet. When he noticed Davis' approach, the man inquired as to whether the referee was on his way.

Davis wisely told the man he didn't know, but he'd go check. The man then let Davis know that he was eager for a boxing match. Since he couldn't just leave a naked man sitting in his cemetery trying to fight people, Davis brought the stranger to the county jail. His clothing was searched for personal items and enlistment papers for the army were found. 

It was decided to hold him in the jail until a lunacy inquest could be completed, which begs the question as to whether or not he actually was mentally ill. Was this all staged as an attempt to avoid being sent into military service during World War One? Or, was the thought of going to war actually too much to bear, causing the man's mind to fracture. Perhaps he was already a little...off, or perhaps under the influence. Whatever the cause, it was clear he was NOT a spirit of the little cemetery and to me, that is truly disappointing.   Stay spooky, ya'll!

04 January 1918
The Big Sandy News (Louisa, KY)



Monday, June 1, 2026

Sleeping with the Spirits at the WV State Penitentiary

 

Convicts in the prison yard of the WV State Pen (1914)
Source: WV History on View


Over the course of its long history, the West Virginia State Penitentiary at Moundsville has suffered from a multitude of logistical problems, the most common being overcrowding. In late 1922, the prison had once again exceeded its designed capacity and was now home to well over 1600 inmates. Warden Terrell was running out of sheer space to store all these men, so he came up with a brilliant plan!

The Death House, which was a small building annexed off the main prison, had four cells. As these cells were only used to house inmates who had an upcoming date with the gallows, they weren't in full operation. What if some of the overflow was housed there?

The decision was made to select 35 inmates, all African Americans, to bunk down in the Death House. I cannot come up with a reason other than sheer racism why the black prison population was chosen, but they were. However, this wasn't without problems.  

A trope that continually shows up in these old newspaper articles I share is the stereotype that African Americans are extremely superstitious and afraid of ghosts and spirits. Therefore, the article in question notes that it took a while, but 35 men were found who claimed, "no fear of spooks."  Warden Terrell managed to find almost three dozen men that had no qualms in sleeping in the area where a quoted two score of men had spent their last moments, waiting to die at the hands of the state for crimes accused.

I don't like to think of myself as a particularly superstitious person, but even I have to admit a certain ick factor when it comes to using such a dark place for regular inmates. But it worked out. After a thorough cleaning and disinfecting (which included the removal of anything that would remind the prisoners where they were), the men were ready. Each night, they'd move 35 cots into the area, which were set up in and around the annex and cells. It was said that the sleeping arrangements were just as comfortable as anywhere else in the prison, with an added bonus of increased security features, allowing one guard to manage all 35 inmates. It was even said that many of the inmates assigned to the Death House annex had a sense of pride concerning their new quarters.  I wonder, though....did anyone actually ever have a paranormal experience there? Did the spirits of the executed men ever make their presences known to the 35 inmates who temporarily got a taste of death row?

*MORE WV State Penitentiary Articles!*


03 December 1922
Charleston Daily Mail



Sunday, May 31, 2026

The Ouija Board and the Frat Pin

 



During the autumn of 1920, Miss Fannie Levings was distraught. She had lost a valuable frat pin and after searching everywhere and asking all her friends if they had seen it, the pin seemed gone forever.  Life had to go on, and Miss Levings left her home in West Virginia's northern panhandle to travel to Parkersburg for a meeting of the State Educational Association. On the way there, she stopped in Clarksburg to visit with friends.

Fueled by a rise in Spiritualism following World War One, the Ouija Board dominated the 1920s as a fun parlor game, used to connect with the other side for the purpose of asking groundbreaking questions such as "who will I marry?"

Miss Levings and her friends decided to ask the board the whereabouts of the missing frat pin. The response was prompt and concise: "In Fannie's bed."  Miss Levings wrote a letter home to her mother, asking her to thoroughly inspect the bed for the missing pin. Much to everyone's surprise and delight, the pin WAS found in Fannie's bed! 

Perhaps the spirits were feeling especially helpful that fateful day and led Fannie in the right direction. Or, is there a more logical explanation? I'll let you decide. Stay spooky! 

18 November 1920
Shepherdstown Register






Saturday, May 9, 2026

Bleeding Corpses

Painting titled 'Bier Right' (1879) by Jeno Gyarfa


Today's blog post is a quick little fright bite on some interesting folklore I read about awhile back!

Cruentation (or bier-right) was a ritual in which a suspected murderer was made to touch the corpse of his alleged victim. If the corpse began to bleed, froth at the mouth, or otherwise show unusual signs, it was determined that the accused was guilty. The idea was that the corpse retained the ability to hear and see for some time after death and could identify their murderer.
 
This practice was most widespread in England and surrounding countries from the 1100s up until the 1800s and was brought to Appalachia by early settlers. And although in most places, cruentation couldn't be used to legally convict a murderer after the early 1700s, there were still cases reported of its use in the United States up through 1869. Here, in the isolated mountain communities of Appalachia, the practice was used as least through the Civil War, and is discussed further in such publications as Laura Wright's Appalachian Curiosities.

With Appalachia being such an isolated area, as well as one of great superstition, it just made sense that justice was sometimes meted out without the aid of formal law enforcement, who may take days (if not longer) to actually come investigate. And in the place of any living witnesses, who better to identify an assailant than the victim, living OR dead?

There is actually some science behind cruentation. It is believed that the 'bleeding' was actually the release of purge fluid, which looks like blood. This is the by-product of the putrefaction process and drains from the body's orifices, including nose and mouth

I can't think of a more disturbing image than a bleeding corpse somehow having the sentience to identify his or her killer, but the trope of a ghost (or otherwise deceased person) playing an integral role in bringing their murderer to justice is a common one in folklore. Whether or not this practice was actually effective or as widespread as we'd been led to believe is a moot point. What's important is that it makes for one heck of a scary ghost story and a warning to would-be murderers that what is done in darkness will eventually come to light, one way or another. 

Monday, May 4, 2026

The Importance of the Title Search


As a paranormal historian and researcher, one of my favorite aspects of the investigation process is conducting a deep dive into the background of every location in my case file. This deep dive includes studying a multitude of primary source documents, not just concerning the people involved, but the land itself as well!

One such primary source document that is a staple in my research process is the title/deed search. Although it won't give you everything you need (for example, the title will just tell you who OWNED the property, not necessarily who lived/worked there), it is an invaluable source of information. The title deed gives you a run-down of who has owned the land through written record. It can often tell you how that land was acquired from person to person---was it sold or passed down through a will to a family member. It will give you property boundaries and physical descriptions, allowing you to see just how extensive the property is/was and if it was ever part of a larger land tract. Sometimes, if you're lucky, it might even give you a reason for why that property is haunted.

Quite a few years ago now, my investigation team was called into an apartment building in Huntington, WV. Our clients were a young couple who were experiencing some strange paranormal activity. Well, that's not entirely true. The young man was the one experiencing paranormal activity. He was plagued by shadow figures darting around the apartment. Unexplained noises and voices were heard that could not be blamed on the neighbors. Objects would disappear, only to be found much later, and only by his girlfriend. At night, he experienced horrible dreams and interrupted sleep. 

This poor guy was being terrorized by something he couldn't explain. The worst part, however, was that he and his partner were seriously starting to doubt his sanity. Why was his sanity being questioned? Because these things were happening to him and only to him. The young lady wasn't experiencing anything out the ordinary. She'd come home to her partner telling her something had gone missing, and she'd find it right where it was supposed to be. Aside from the nightmares, all other activity, including the shadow figures and voices, tended to only happen when the guy was home alone. 

We spent the night at the apartment with all of our gear. Unfortunately, we didn't experience anything ourselves that night. After reviewing hours of audio and video, we still couldn't find anything that would make us believe there was paranormal activity going on in that apartment. In a way, it was really disappointing, because I know I personally felt that we had let this couple down. 

But, in comes the historical research. Due to work restraints and the urgency of the case, I didn't get to do a full historical write-up before the actual investigation. So, it was several days later before I made my way to the Cabell County Courthouse to pull the title of the property in hopes of at least giving the clients a thorough report. 

What I found was....interesting. The apartment dated back to the early 1930's and was always used as an apartment building. There was nothing unusual with the boundary descriptions or chain of ownership except for one little clause (or covenant) embedded in the original document. The original deed for the apartment clearly stated that PERSONS OF COLOR should never be sold or rented to.  

This was an important detail because the young man was black. His girlfriend, however, was white. We came to the loose conclusion that he was the target of these paranormal hostilities because a deceased racist former owner did not appreciate that covenant being broken. When presented with this information, the clients also believed there may be something to it. The young man had never experienced paranormal activity in any other location before this. If he was just starting to show signs of mental illness, it's likely that his symptoms would also show up while outside the apartment, which they weren't. Everything started after moving into that apartment, and all the activity was contained therein and concentrated on him alone. 

Since their lease was almost up, the couple decided the best thing to do was just to find a different apartment, one without a racist ghost. We checked in on them a few months later, and things were completely normal. I like to think this case had a happy ending, but while we were able to provide some answers to a client, can it really be a happy ending when things like this happen?

From the 1920's to the 1940's, the United States was seeing a population shift. It was the peak of what we call the Great Migration of Blacks from the south into the bigger cities of the north and midwest to find work. It was pretty common and perfectly legal for individual property owners, as well as whole entire neighborhoods, to include covenants in their title deeds banning different races and religions from taking ownership. 

The first step against this practice was the 1948 U.S. Supreme Court case, Shelley v. Kraemer, which ruled that these covenants couldn't be enforced by state or federal governments. However, they could still be socially enforced and often were.  It took another 20 years before the 1968 Fair Housing Act outlawed them completely. But, even then, there were other ways to socially enforce the original covenants and keep certain people out of certain neighborhoods. 

Amazingly, out of all the title searches I've done over the years, that was the only time I actually found one of these covenants included, and it just happened to be for a case where it was significant. But, I challenge you---If title searches are part of your investigative process, keep an eye out for similar wording. You never know when it might be important. 

Read more about racially restrictive housing covenants over on the History Channel!  (LINK)

Monday, March 9, 2026

Parkersburg Sea Serpent

ChatGPT's interpretation of the
Parkersburg Sea Serpent

When you hear the term 'sea serpent,' I'm guessing the Ohio River doesn't necessarily come to mind, especially since it's an inland river and not a sea. But, the Ohio River is FULL of strange creatures, spanning its entire length.  In 1893, it was the Parkersburg, WV area that would become the focus for some Ohio River weirdness.

In late June/early July, a 'sea serpent' was seen in various places between Neale's/Neal Island (about two miles above Parkersburg) and Blennerhassett Island (about two miles below the city). For a couple of weeks, multiple witnesses, many young people out on social boating outings, described an encounter with a long, snake-like creature, floating on the surface of the water. 

This creature was black in color, and anywhere between 8-15 feet long, with an estimated 10 feet long being the average reported length. The creature had a broad head as big as a barrel and bulging eyes that were almost canine in appearance. Although spotted floating atop the water, when approached by a boat, the creature would then quickly dive, causing dangerous waves. 

Many locals believed the tales, with some citizens reporting that they, too, had seen the serpent almost on a daily basis. It was said that the witnesses were reliable and truthful---a belief that was reiterated over and over in newspaper reports. However, out of state newspapers who covered the story were a little less impressed and accused the witnesses of lying, being drunk, etc. 

Was the Parkersburg Sea Serpent simply a hoax by some bored kids trying to liven up their summer festivities, or was it a simple misidentification? Or, was there really a monster living in the Ohio River in 1893? 

Location of Neal Island and Blennerhassett Island





The Cincinnati Enquirer
02 July 1893

Tuesday, February 17, 2026

That Time I Left a Blood Sacrifice to Marie Laveau


Way back in 2023, my husband and I joined some colleagues for an epic road trip to Louisiana. Our mission was to help film a project on the Rougarou, but we decided to go down a few days early and spend a few days exploring New Orleans, particularly the French Quarter.

Although the second leg of the trip was largely a bust, I had the best time of my life in New Orleans. My grandmother always said that going to New Orleans felt like she had finally come home and I felt the exact same way. I could spend a lifetime or longer exploring the rich history, fascinating culture, and of course, the many, many ghost stories that make up the atmosphere of the Crescent City. We saw a lot of cool stuff, but there was one location that I had my heart set on: The St. Louis Cemetery #1. 

St. Louis Cemetery #1 is the final resting place of famed 'Voodoo Queen' Marie LaVeau. Generation after generation has visited her grave, leaving offerings and even conducting rituals to gain her favor. The most common way to interact with Marie for years was to leave three red X's on her tomb. However, largely due to this type of vandalism, the cemetery is now closed to the public. You may still visit the cemetery by either special permission from local diocese....or through a licensed tour company, which offers guided tours daily.


We were in New Orleans in late November/early December, which is probably the closest the city has to a slow season. In fact, a ghostly bus tour we had taken was rescheduled due to lack of ticket sales. Therefore, we thought we'd have no problems buying our tickets to tour St. Louis #1 day of. It was the last day we were to be in New Orleans before heading to Natchez and we were going to take the tour on our way out of town. 

I was absolutely devastated when we get to the tour office and were told that all the tours for the entire day were already sold out. We had underestimated the popularity of St. Louis #1 and failed to buy tickets in advance, and since this was our last day in town, I was going to miss my opportunity. The disappointment must have been pretty evident on my face, because the wonderful lady working the sales counter pulled up her records on the computer. Tour groups, which left every 15 minutes, were limited to 20 in size. There were no tours with four slots open, BUT the next four tours leaving had exactly ONE open slot each!

We could take the tour....we just had to do it alone. 



Well, not exactly alone. I went on the first available slot and the rest of my tour group was made up entirely of Detroit Lions fans who were in town for the game. My tour guy was Buddy, a sweet older man who was brought to New Orleans by his wife, who had recently passed. He was super knowledgeable and personable, and I had a blast learning about the legends and the lore associated with the cemetery, in addition to its verified history. We saw Nicolas Cage's future pyramid tomb, learned about the year and a day process of burial, and of course saw the Marie LaVeau tomb.

I had heard that although discouraged, some tour guides would look the other way if visitors wanted to leave a small offering at Marie's tomb, just as long as was respectful, could easily be removed, and didn't damage or impede anything. We saw a few coins and flowers and things of that nature, but I didn't personally bring anything to leave because I wasn't sure how lenient they actually were. Unfortunately, I did end up leaving an offering of sorts.


Throughout the tour, I had stayed near the back of the group so I could take plenty of photos, and at one point, I was still at the back of the group, but walking along the path beside a man whose wife had stayed behind to take some photographs of her own. I wasn't talking to this guy, looking at this guy, or in any way interacting with him; I was just beside him on the path. That was enough to spark something in this woman, though. She ran up and squeezed herself in between me and her husband with enough force that she actually hip-checked me. I had to briefly step off the path to keep my balance and make room for her to grab her man's arm protectively. 

In doing so, I brushed up a spikey bush. I didn't think much of it until a few minutes later when I felt something wet drip down my arm. It was a hot day, but not so hot that'd I'd be dripping with sweat, so I looked down and was horrified to see that the bush was a little spikier than I had realized. I had two puncture wounds in my arm that were now dripping blood all over the cemetery, including right in front of Marie LaVeau's tomb. 

So, although this was a completely unintentional act, it's kind of fun to joke with people and tell them that I traveled to New Orleans to leave a blood sacrifice at the grave of Marie LaVeau. I am not a voodoo practitioner, and many say that neither was Marie for that matter, so this is not something that I share out of disrespect and I certainly don't recommend you doing something similar. What I do recommend is buying your tickets EARLY if you wish to take the tour and enjoy the history of the cemetery. Read up on the real Marie LaVeau and the others whose earthly remains lie within the cemetery walls. 






Saturday, February 14, 2026

A Devilish Divorce

Krampus Valentine Card
Not exactly the same, but I thought it was a
 fun visual for this post!

In the spirit of Valentine's Day, I thought I'd share a story of love gone wrong...with an occult twist! The following story out of Illinois was found in the September 14, 1909 edition of the Bluefield Evening Reader. 

MAN MAKES WIFE WORSHIP HIM

Chicago, Sept. 14---Dressing in a robe of flaming red, with black trimmings, to represent himself as the Prince of the Region of Brimstone and Sulfur, burning incense and making weird noises to frighten his wife, were acts ascribed to Andrew Blaes in a bill for divorce filed by Mrs. Blaes. The husband owns $150,000 worth of property and lives at the Glenview Golf Club.

While Mrs. Blaes and her husband have lived in the same house nine years, it is asserted that they have occupied separate apartments.

"About eight or nine years ago," says Mrs. Blaes in her bill, "my husband took up the study of hypntism [sic] and occultism, and has conducted many experiments in our home. Frequently he has burned incense, and the odor has permeated my room and has sickened me. The more I complained the more was burned.

"On one occasion recently he dressed up in flaming red with some black trimmings to represent the devil. This was done late at night after we had all gone to bed.

"Then he made weird and uncanny noises in the kitchen. I was ill in bed, but got up to investigate. The sight of my husband dressed in this queer garb frightened me and I ran out of the house clad only in my night robe. He followed me making unearthly noises."


Bluefield (West Virginia) Evening Reader
14 September 1909


Thursday, February 12, 2026

Convicts in Alarm

 

West Virginia State Penitentiary ca 1910
Source: WV History on View


The former WV State Penitentiary at Moundsville has the reputation for being one of the most haunted locations in the state, if not the world. For years, guards, prisoners, and other visitors have reported eerie phenomenon, and today, many flock to the historic institution in search of their own paranormal experiences. But before there was Red Snyder, or even the Shadow Man, there were reports of ghostly goings-on around an area known as "Murderer 's Row." 

Over 1000 inmates and multiple staff witnessed mysterious, unexplained sounds. The sounds, which always started after midnight, occurred over a series of weeks in July 1910. The men believed the noises were the result of mournful wailing by those who met their end by execution. White and African-American prisoners alike firmly believed they were witnessing something otherworldly, but a newspaper article mentions that there was a noticeable upswing in the number of Black prisoners who began praying and attending religious services as a result.

Fortunately, it turns out that the noises were NOT paranormal. Instead of coming from former victims of the hangman's gallows...they came from a very much alive prisoner. One evening after the noises started, a brave prison guard tracked the sound down to a cell where he found an inmate blowing on a violin string! 


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Independent-Herald (Hinton, WV)
21 July 1910





Thursday, January 29, 2026

Ironton Monster Stymies Authorities

 

Image created by Theresa in ChatGPT



It's been close to 20 years now that I had an experience with what potentially was a white Bigfoot near Ironton, Ohio. You can read my full encounter here (Ohio White Bigfoot Experience), but in short, a friend and I were out researching a small family cemetery between Ironton and Southpoint when we were interrupted by something large, white and hairy. It disappeared into the weeds and presumably continued up the hill from us, where an old logging road ran. 

That incident is pretty significant for me, because it's the only time I think I ever SAW anything that could be considered a Bigfoot-type creature, although I'd later have an encounter where I may have heard one telepathically. It was also significant that I wasn't the only witness---my fellow researcher saw and experienced the exact same thing, and we still don't really know what to make of it. Is there a white Bigfoot running around southern Ohio? 

There may be precedent for such a sighting, although the incident in question is, itself, questionable. Awhile back, my friend and awesome Fortean researcher, Tony Breeden, sent me the following article found in the Morgantown Dominion News on 30 November 1972. 

After a witness had reported that a large, white, ape-like creature with bloodstained arms had shaken his taxicab, then made off dragging a deer or large dog, authorities actually went and investigated. And they found white fur, seemingly corroborating the cabbie's story. But analysis proved that the white hair was a synthetic material. The local sheriff's deputy claimed it was probably just some local who hadn't gotten over his Thanksgiving hangover yet. 

So, we have a few possibilities. There could be a deer hunter out during hunting season, trading in the camo and blaze orange for a fabulous (fake) fur coat. Or there could be someone out there hoaxing the community with a Bigfoot-like costume. But, based on my own experience, I'd like to think that maybe, just maybe, there is a white Bigfoot out there in southern Ohio and that the synthetic fur that was found was not related to the creature. I'll let you decide. 

Morgantown Dominion News
30 November 1972







Tuesday, January 27, 2026

Gertrude's Ghost (EJ Carpenter Mansion of Minneapolis)

E.J. Carpenter House ca 1915
Photo from the Minneapolis Historical Society

Today's post is dedicated to the people of Minneapolis who are fighting the good fight. The ice is melting. 

At 300 Clifton Avenue, in the Loring Park district of Minneapolis, MN, sits a palatial residence known as the E.J. Carpenter Mansion. The home was originally built in 1887 in the Queen Ann style by C.M. Douglas, owner of a coal delivery business. Several years later, it became home to banker Harvey Brown, who passed away there in late 1901. 

Mrs. Brown passed away several years later and the property was transferred in November 1905 to Eugene (E.J.) Carpenter, and his wife, Merrette. The two had a daughter, Olivia, born around 1898. Mr. Carpenter was a lumberman, and a rather wealthy one at that. Yet, he had an eye for the arts. In 1906, he hired architect, Edwin Hewitt, to do some massive renovations on the house. When all was said and done, the former Queen Anne was now a Georgian Revival. 

The Carpenters were instrumental in the arts in other ways, most notably with the creation of the Minneapolis Institute of Art and their own private collection of pieces, which decorated the home. This art collection plays a vital role in one of the home's most prolific ghost stories. 

According to sources, in 1911 fire broke out in the Carpenter home. Merrette's personal maid, a young lady named Gertrude, was trying to save a valuable painting and somehow ended up drowning in a cistern in the basement. Surprisingly, at the time of writing, I cannot find any documentation that this event took place. I cannot even find confirmation that a lady named Gertrude was employed by the Carpenters. In the 1910 census, the family employed multiple servants, most of whom were Swedish or Norwegian-born (see list below) but no Gertrude. However, Gertrude is believed to be the primary spirit haunting the property. 

Source: Wikipedia

Gertrude has been heard humming in the maids' quarters. She has been heard walking up the stairs at times. An original rocking chair belonging to the family mysteriously rocks, presumably by Gertrude.  On the rare occasion that she is seen, she is described as having long blond hair. 

Gertrude is also said to be a protective spirit, guiding the fate of the home. After Mr. Carpenter passed in 1922, the home went to his wife and daughter, who owned it until 1948. But after that, it went through a string of owners, including the Mack's, who broke the home up into several residences. At one point, the home was slated for demolition but was saved. Those close to the source believe it was Gertrude who saved the home. 

The E.J. Carpenter Mansion was added to National Register of Historic Places and today operates as a B&B called 300 Clifton.  In 2025, manager Norman Kulba admitted to not having SEEN the spirits, but definitely feeling and hearing them, including an incident where he was alone in the house and heard shuffling and the tinkling of glasses in an empty dining area. He also notes that guests to the B&B have seen an entire phantom family in the carriage house. 

Current owners have embraced this spooky history. Gertrude's Cistern (aka Gertrude's Haunted Lounge) is an area in the basement that guests can rent or otherwise utilize to enjoy snacks, watch horror flicks, and hopefully catch a glimpse of Gertrude herself. Those seeking a little more adventure can book a haunted trolley tour of Minneapolis, which leaves and returns from 300 Clifton. And, there are plenty of beautifully and historically decorated rooms to rent and hopefully have a spooky experience of your own. 

Sources and Further Reading:

Eugene J. Carpenter House (Wikipedia Article)

300 Clifton (Website) (FaceBook)

How to Explore Minneapolis' Haunted History This Halloween, by Shay Scanlan. 22 October 2025. The Minnesota Daily

The Most Haunted Places in Minneapolis--and Other Fun Scary Things to Do, by Meet Minneapolis Blog

List of Servants in the Carpenter Home (According to 1910 Census Records):

Hans Nichelson M/40

Emma Nichelson F/36

Kate Sullivan F/54

Carrie Kutteron F/26

Palma Frederickson F/23

Ella Carlson F/21

Milly Thompson F/25


The Minneapolis Journal
01 January 1902

Star Tribune (Minneapolis)
23 March 1922


Tuesday, January 6, 2026

How Old Woman's Run Got Its Name

Elk Hotel
Photo by Theresa ca 2017

2017 is the year I really started getting acquainted with the spooky little town of Sutton, West Virginia. One such trip led me to the end of the downtown district to check out the Elk Hotel, then known as Cafe Cimino. The beautiful historic home (which I'll be posting about in a different blog post!) sits at the confluence of the Elk River and a small creek and accompanying road named Old Woman's Run. 

At the time, I was intrigued with the odd name and even remarked to my partner that I bet there was a cool story behind it. And there was. It would just take me quite a while to find it and even longer to write about it.

The answer was waiting within the pages of The History of Braxton County and Central West Virginia, by John Sutton, grandson of the town founder. (You can read it for free at Internet Archive) It was published in 1919 and on page 40, tells exactly how Old Woman's Run came to be. 

During the early days of white settlement in the area, the area between Old Woman's Run and Granny Creek was filled with laurels, rocky cliffs, and dens. A large female bear roamed this area for years, giving birth to several litters of cubs. The she-bear wasn't seen for several years, but hunters in the area knew she was around by the extremely large tracks she would leave behind. It was these hunters who named the bear "Old Woman" and the creek near her stomping grounds, Old Woman's Run. 

The book goes on to mention that Old Woman was finally killed by hunters in the area where Moman Rhea lived. Although the book doesn't specify where exactly Rhea lived, it does give a little blurb about him later on. Rhea was one of the very few people of color in the entire county at the time the book was written. He was a former enslaved person, who, after his bondage had acquired quite a bit of land and become a progressive farmer known for his acts of kindness. 

To be honest, I'm kind of sad that the Old Woman of this story is simply a bear and not related to some ghostly apparition of an elderly woman haunting the hillside. However, this bear was described as being quite large and leaving behind large tracks. The book even notes that people of the area had always had issues raising pigs and lambs. What else leaves big tracks and steals livestock? Some may say Bigfoot. Interestingly enough, there are tales of just such a creature!


Reports of a possible Bigfoot have lasted up through modern day in the area of Sutton Lake....right near this confluence of the Elk River and Old Woman's Run Creek. These reports date back to at least 1919 when an interesting newspaper article about a wild man was published in the Evening Telegram out of Lakeland, Florida. The article reads:

Return of Wild Man Revives Old Terrors

Flatwoods, W. Va. – The belief that a wild man is still lurking in this vicinity, stealing and killing children and young pigs, is stronger than ever just now. A story related by Luther C. Douglas has dispelled all hopes that the terrible creature had fled to other localities. Douglas’ story follows:

“I was on my way home from lodge meeting,” said Douglas, “when I heard a noise near Ed Wiley’s barn, which is close to the road. I thought it might be a dog and paid little attention to it at first. Then, as I was passing a vacant house a short distance from Ed’s place, I heard a distant door slam and a wild-looking fellow, in rags and with long hair and beard that others who have seen him have described, came rushing out of the front door of the old house, brandishing a huge knotted club and uttering the most horrifying sounds I ever have heard.

“Being convinced by his actions that I was to be assaulted and possibly killed, I drew my revolver and took two shots at him. With this he turned and fled, screaming louder than ever. I didn’t pursue him. Not me. It would take a braver man than I profess to be to go on the trail of that horrible creature.”

The authorities are again agitating the question of taking some means to capture the much-feared lunatic, or whatever he is.


Obviously, whatever or whomever was stealing children and pigs in 1919 was described as being more human (even wearing some type of clothing and brandishing a weapon) than a she-bear, it gives one pause as to what exactly was going on in the little town of Sutton, so close to Flatwoods. 




Evening Telegram (Lakeland Florida)
08 March 1919














Monday, January 5, 2026

The Curse of the Bronze Lady

 

Photo from Find-a-Grave
Submitted by Jan Franco


Deep in the heart of Headless Horseman territory and located within the same cemetery where author Washington Irving lies, is an often-overlooked legend. It is the Curse of the Bronze Lady of Sleepy Hollow Cemetery.

When General Samuel R. Thomas, a wealthy coal and railroad baron and Civil War veteran, passed away from heart disease suddenly on January 11, 1903, he left behind three children and a widow. Samuel married Ann Porter in 1872 and was obviously deeply grieved over losing her beloved husband. She initially had him buried in a private mausoleum/crypt but felt that a man of such wealth and stature deserved a more fitting memorial. 

She hired sculptor Andrew O'Connor who created the bronze statue of a woman, seated in mourning. He named the statue appropriately 'Grief.' Unfortunately, Ann was appalled by the work. She believed the face was too melancholy and dismal; she wanted a happy countenance overlooking her husband's final resting place. (Theresa's side note: No one really knows why Ann was so persistent about having a 'happy faced' statue, but I'm kind of wondering if the mourning widow wasn't as unhappy as she wanted people to believe. After all, she had actually been left out of Samuel's newspaper obituary altogether! Or perhaps this was just a way to get out of paying the princely sum of money it would have cost her to commission such a piece.) Either way, Ann was displeased, and demanded O'Connor try again.

O'Connor obliged and created a second head for the statue, one with a more cheerful look. Ann approved of the new design, but it never made its way onto the statue. Instead, O'Connor hurled the head to the ground, where it smashed to pieces at Ann's feet (very Headless Horseman coded). He basically told her that his first design was perfect, and how dare she question his art. 

Photo from Find-a-Grave
Submitted by David M. Habben

And so, the Bronze Lady retained her original face. Ann would pass in 1944. Her body was cremated, and her ashes were interred in the mausoleum alongside her husband's body. Shortly after, the legends of the Bronze Lady curse would arise. 

Gaining popularity throughout the 1960's, 1970's, and 1980's, especially with local teenagers, the legends of the curse are quite varied, depending on who is telling the story. There are those who state that anyone foolish enough to insult the statue or slap its face is instantly cursed. A simple touch of the cheek is enough to warrant a long run of bad luck. But it's when one chooses to sit in the statue's lap that things get REALLY weird. 

Some say that simply sitting in the lap at all is curse-worthy. Others say if you sit on her lap, jump down, and spin around three times, you'll be cursed. In another variant, those same actions are believed to BREAK the curse, should it be acquired through some other means. I especially like the variant where if you sit on the statue's lap and then go look into the keyhole of the mausoleum, you'll see a ghost!

Yeah, sometimes the Bronze Lady doesn't want to 'curse' you.... she just wants to be spooky. She may give you the ability to see ghosts through the keyhole, or she might simply be seen walking around the cemetery on dark, moonless nights. If she isn't seen, she may be heard; the mournful cries of the Bronze lady will get louder the closer you get to the burial site. In yet another variant on the lap-sitting, legend says that if someone sits in her lap, she'll cry tears of blood. And, back to the mausoleum itself, if you're not brave enough to look through the keyhole for ghosts, perhaps you'll be brave enough to knock on the door. You won't see ghosts, necessarily, but you'll be plagued with bad dreams. 

If you ever find yourself in the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, visiting the grave of Washington Irving, or one of the many, many other famous authors and others to be buried within this hallowed ground, don't forget to stop by and pay your respects to the Bronze Lady. At the very least, DON'T INSULT HER!

Sources and Further Reading:

Find-a-Grave Entry for Samuel R. Thomas

The Bronze Lady of Sleepy Hollow: NY Ghosts Blog. 13 May 2025

The Bronze Lady: The Other Spooky Legend of Sleepy Hollow that You've Never Heard Of. The Lineup. Article by Jessica Ferri. Published 24 October 2017


Times Union (Brooklyn, NY)
12 January 1903