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| 18 November 1920 Shepherdstown Register |
Combining the Fact with the Folklore
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| 18 November 1920 Shepherdstown Register |
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| Painting titled 'Bier Right' (1879) by Jeno Gyarfa |
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)
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| 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?
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| Location of Neal Island and Blennerhassett Island |
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| The Cincinnati Enquirer 02 July 1893 |
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.
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| 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."
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| Bluefield (West Virginia) Evening Reader 14 September 1909 |
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| 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!
Want MORE WV State Penitentiary articles? Click HERE!
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| Independent-Herald (Hinton, WV) 21 July 1910 |