Monday, January 31, 2022

Hidden Marietta Paranormal Expo 2022

Lafayette Hotel
Marietta, OH

On Saturday, January 29th, Brian, Kaysee, Dan and myself made the trek to the haunted and historic Lafayette Hotel in Marietta, Ohio to represent Spectral Research and Investigation at the 2022 Hidden Marietta Paranormal Expo!

As one of dozens of vendors, we set up our SRI table in the ballroom of the beautiful old hotel and from 11am to 4pm, met with many, many awesome paranormal investigators, researchers, authors, pod casters, artists/crafters, and other fans of all things spooky. At times, it was overwhelmingly busy with over 500 visitors coming out to take part in the event this year!

SRI Table at the Hidden Marietta
Paranormal Expo 2022

In addition to mingling with vendors giving psychic readings, promoting their spooky locations/groups, and selling everything from jewelry to books, to artwork to ghost hunting supplies (and so, so much more!) a top-notch speaker line-up was included with admission. Patti Wigington, pagan priestess/blogger/author started the lecture series with a talk on protection from paranormal entities. Scott Sukel, former ghost hunt manager and historian for the Ohio State Reformatory followed up with a chat about his time at OSR and other how he got his start in the paranormal field. Jeff Ignatowski, creator of Killers-The Card Game, shared his knowledge on serial killer psychology, and Fortean researcher Ashley Hilt, ended the day with a discussion on Mothman. 

Scott Sukel

Unfortunately, there just wasn't enough time in the day to see all the great speakers, but I did catch Scott and Ashley's presentations. Scott's talk about his former mentor and how he came to be associated with the Ohio State Reformatory was at times hilarious, and at other times, moving. He spoke quite passionately about how letting a haunted location become the main focus of your life has its upside....but also has a very deep downside. I'm glad he was able to break away from the hold the old prison had on him and can now allow himself to take care of his health, explore new haunted locations, and travel the country educating others on the lessons he's learned in his long career of paranormal investigation.

Ashley's presentation was also really interesting. Kaysee, Dan, and I enjoyed her talk on her upcoming Mothman documentary and some of the weird examples of high strangeness surrounding West Virginia's favorite cryptid. Ashley also co-hosts the podcast, On Wednesdays, We Talk Weird. I stopped by her table afterwards and had a nice lil' chat about living in wild and weird West Virginia.

Ashley Hilt

 And really, those chats were absolutely the highlight of the event for me. I LOVE talking about the paranormal with other paranormal enthusiasts, and there were plenty of people there to share my love of all things strange and spooky. We saw old friends, and made some new contacts. I've got a stack of business cards and have already gone and started following about a dozen new people/groups on social media. Lots of people stopped by our booth to chat, and we of course, made our rounds to each vendor and tried to introduce ourselves to as many people as possible. It was great seeing Les from WV Cryptids and Strange Encounters, Jordan Cline and Sarah from Fireside Paranormal Podcast (Brian and I were on the show awhile back), the crew from the Old Hospital on College Hill, author Jannette Quackenbush (who also runs the Haunted West Virginia Facebook page) and John from Haunted Hills Paranormal Society

Those who know me or follow this blog know I couldn't leave such an event without a book or two...or three in this case. I picked up two of Jannette's books, as well as a book from Sabrina at 2Realm Paranormal Research. I also bought a few stickers and a new ghost keychain at the Hidden Marietta table! 

I got to meet Jordan Cline from Fireside Paranormal!

In addition to these festivities, event goers could also opt to purchase tickets for a haunted history tour of the Lafayette Hotel, or partake in the after-hours dinner and investigation with Paranormal Quest. Unfortunately, I didn't get to participate this year, but I did take the tour back at the 2019 Paranormal Expo and it was really, really interesting. There are lots of ghosts that are said to roam the historic hotel, and hopefully SRI will be back in sometime in the future to help document their presence.

Overall, it was a really fun and productive day. Hidden Marietta once again did a fabulous job putting on a convention for lovers of the paranormal. It was a great way to kick off 2022 and I'm looking forward to joining Hidden Marietta on one of their many tours and public hunts held throughout the year. A huge thanks to everyone involved in making this event a huge success, and a huge thanks to everyone who stopped by and chatted with the SRI team! 

Sunday, January 30, 2022

The Ghost Dog of Peach Tree

Brindle Plott Dog
Photo by Mary Bloom

In his 1975/2008 book, Witches, Ghosts and Signs, Patrick Gainer shares an interesting story told by 'Uncle' Bud Workman. The story comes from Peach Tree, a small mining community in Raleigh County, West Virginia, and deals with what locals believed to be a ghostly dog.

The event takes place over a three-week span in 1880. A very large brindle-colored dog suddenly showed up in town, only being seen by the townspeople after dark. Although it was said this dog approached a local house where its very presence sent the owners' dogs (noted as being the meanest in town) running to hide with their tails tucked between their legs, it was never know to show any aggression towards humans. Still, since no one knew where the dog had come from and why it only appeared at night, the townspeople were fairly well spooked. Most everyone avoided going out at night for fear of running into the ghost dog. 

However, some were brave enough to actually try to confront the dog. One person tried to throw rocks at it, but the rocks went right through it. A local preacher took things a step further at fired five shots at the dog from close range. The bullets didn't touch the dog, nor did it seem bothered by this attempted murder. 

Luckily for the people of Peach Tree, sightings of the phantom canine only lasted about three weeks. Then, the dog disappeared as quickly and mysteriously as it had appeared.  Never again did the phantom dog bother the people of that small Raleigh County community. 

I find this story really interesting because when you think of ghost dogs and supernatural dogs and superstitions surrounding dogs, rarely does a brindle-colored dog appear. Generally, black dogs (especially here in Appalachia) and occasionally white dogs are the subject of such rumors. There are also some elements of this story that are reminiscent of a similar tale from nearby Wyoming County, where a 'witch dog' was said to frighten passersby, and was even shot at to no avail.  Anyway, I'm glad no one was hurt in this telling of the tale, including the dog.  Please see the links below for more spooky tales of phantom dogs here on Theresa's Haunted History!

Witch of Wyoming County

Pt. Pleasant's Phantom Black Dog

Saturday, January 29, 2022

Big Announcement: WV Monster Con!

 


Hey, everyone! I just wanted to share with you this upcoming paranormal event that I am honored to be a part of. On March 12th, 2022 I will be speaking at the first annual WV Monster Con! 

Monster Con will be a three-day event held in Richwood, WV. It is hosted by Dave Spinks' World of Weird and will feature vendors, a VIP event Friday night, psychic services (including gallery reading) and some really interesting and knowledgeable speakers, presenting on MY personal favorite topic: West Virginia's weird and wonderful paranormal history! 

Dave Spinks is a well-known and well-rounded paranormal researcher, based here in the Mountain State. He's the author of paranormal nonfiction, has been featured in different paranormal television shows, and most recently, has opened up a wonderful paranormal store in Richwood, WV. 

I'll be speaking Saturday at 1pm on the topic of West Virginia's Cemetery Urban Legends! Ghosts, witches, 'vampires,' Mothman and even UFOs have all shown up in the spooky stories associated with our burial grounds, and I'll be discussing some of my favorite cases, as well as some tips on researching these types of locations for yourself. You can also find me throughout the weekend in the vendor area, along with several of my colleagues from Spectral Research and Investigation. Ticket prices range from $25 to $100 and can either be purchased through the EventBrite link below, or at the door. 

Come join us March 11-13 at the WV Monster Con for a weekend full of monster fun, and until then, make sure to check out the work of the awesome speakers who I can't believe I get to join! 












Friday, January 28, 2022

(NOT) Taking Psychic Relationship Advice: A Friday Funny

For my birthday last month, my husband and I had a tarot reading with the lovely Josey Rose, based out of the Crystal Lotus Shoppe in St. Albans. Both of our readings were extremely accurate, and extremely relevant to what we both needed to hear at the time. It was a very positive experience for both of us, but my husband had a few misgivings before the reading. He was convinced that the psychic was going to tell me that I should leave him...and he was convinced that if she did, I would actually follow up on it! 

I hope he knows that I'd never be so shallow as to leave him over a psychic reading. However, there's a good chance that if the reader was picking up clues from my higher self telling me what I needed to hear, well...that's another story, lol. Luckily, I have a wonderful husband and a strong marriage based on trust, love, and communication. So, we're good. In today's Friday Funny blog, I'll be sharing the story of another couple who ended up being good, but almost got divorced when a Spiritualist medium told the husband that he would find his 'dream woman.' 

From the 04 April 1914 edition of The Fairmont West Virginian


So, what happened was that a couple from Huntington, WV had filed for divorce. John W. Strauss, 83 years old, wanted to divorce his wife (who was 30 years younger) because he had alleged that she 'tantalized him by taking his clothing from the hooks and tossing them on the floor." It's not clear as to whether John sought the advice of a spiritualist medium before or after the initial request for a divorce was made, but at some point, he was told that if he were divorced, he'd find his dream woman---a blonde of unusual beauty. But, when he couldn't locate this replacement, he decided to work things out with his wife and NOT file for divorce.  Now, if he just wanted to divorce his wife because she threw his clothes on the floor, that's his prerogative. It's still kind of lame, and if that's the worst thing she does, then he should probably feel pretty lucky. But, I can see where that could rub on your last nerve until you finally snap. But, I don't think that's the reason. I think that was the EXCUSE he used to help justify why he wanted to leave a perfectly fine partner, thirty years his junior. I don't think he wanted to explicitly state that he was leaving his wife to wander the state in search of a beautiful blonde soul mate! 

Obviously, I would advise you against filing for divorce solely because a psychic told you there was someone better out there. Ending a relationship is a big decision, and shouldn't be taken lightly. Feel free to seek out the advice of a trusted reader if you want, but use some common sense. As you can see, Strauss never did find his beautiful blonde, but luckily for him, it seems as if his wife was willing to forgive him and take him back. I sincerely hope, though, that the rest of their marriage was filled with her throwing his crap on the floor every day of the year! 


Thursday, January 27, 2022

NJ's Most Haunted Restaurant: The Dublin House


The Dublin House
Red Bank, NJ

When Food Network released its list of the most haunted restaurants in each state, the top honor for New Jersey was given to the Dublin House, located at 30 Monmouth Street in Red Bank. The Dublin House, which serves as both a popular bar AND restaurant, offering up authentic Irish fare, is a gorgeous old building with a lot of history. But what makes it so haunted? Let's take a look back into it's history.

The building started off as a one story private residence, located across the river in Middletown, NJ. It was built prior to 1840, and shortly after it was built, was moved to Red Bank. Around 1868, a local lawyer by the name of Robert Allen, Jr. purchased the home and moved it again, keeping it in Red Bank but moving it from its previously unrecorded located to 60 Broad Street. Allen extensively remodeled the home, adding a second and third story to the home. He lived there with his wife and and children until his death in 1903. 

After his death, his oldest daughter, Roberta Dunn Allen Patterson, inherited the house. Around 1905, she and her husband, George Hance Patterson, moved the home to the location where it sits today and again, undertook extensive remodeling. George passed away in the home on September 7, 1939, and Roberta would follow him on January 20, 1953. Both are buried in Middletown's Fair View Cemetery. (Theresa's Spooky Note: I'm actually writing this blog on January 20, 2022, although it won't be posted until the 27th. While looking for a haunted location in New Jersey to help complete my Haunted America page, I felt drawn to the Dublin House for whatever reason. It wasn't until the writing process began that I realized that I didn't have the date of Mrs. Patterson's death, so I looked it up really quickly. I had to do a double-take when I saw that today was the anniversary. I love this little synchronicities!)


Patterson Tombstone
Source: Find-a-Grave user Kat


Anyway...

It is believed that Mrs. Patterson is the one who haunts the Dublin House today. Both staff and patrons alike have reported quite an array of paranormal activity over the years, which started as earlier as 2004 when the current owners purchased and began renovating the structure once again. Even though the home was renovated numerous times during her lifetime, at first it seemed as if Mrs. Patterson wasn't a fan of not being in charge of the decision making process concerning her house. Workers would find their tools missing or moved, and its reported that several newly constructed walls mysteriously got knocked down by phantom forces. 

The current owners and staff aren't the least bit shy about sharing their experiences, and quite a few of them have had experiences! Co-owner Eugene Devlin once reported that a door slammed shut behind him when he was the only person in the building. He further recounted a story about a bartender who was inside cashing out after his shift. He turned away for a brief second to grab a bottle of water and turned back around to notice the money was blowing all over the bar, despite their being no draft or anything else that could cause it.  Locked doors become unlocked, lights are turned on and off, and liquor bottles are scooted off shelves. 

It is said that Mrs. Patterson can get a tad rowdy when things don't go her way. She loves things tidy, and will often move items in an effort to straighten a cluttered desk or area. In 2012, a patron was in the women's restroom and heard the voice of another woman going off on a tirade about 'damned kids' making a mess. She quickly hightailed it out of there when she realized that she was the only living occupant in the room. 

Mrs. Patterson has also given patrons quite a fright by following them and whispering into their ears. But, for the most part, she is a benevolent ghost. She loves music and the staff will often arrive to work in the morning to find that the radio that had been turned off the night before is back on. They've grown accustomed to her and remember to greet her each morning upon arrival. As long as the restaurant stays tidy and Mrs. Patterson is informed of any renovations, the floating trays and coffee being brewed by itself are kept to a minimum. 

However, Mrs. Patterson may not be the only ghost at the Dublin House. In 2005 the resident bartender and local historian, T.J. McMahon, passed away. In his honor, a big glass case was put up on the first floor, holding some of the documents and memorabilia he had collected. After it crashed to the ground for no apparent reason, it was secured VERY sturdily, making it impossible for staff to even open the glass doors. So, much to the surprise of waitress, Meghan Matoni, she arrived at work one morning to find a picture frame within the case turned around. No one had access to the case, and it was turned so far that it would be hard to blame on natural causes. Does T.J. then haunt the bar, or is Mrs. Patterson trying to let her feelings about him be known? Either way, Mrs. Patterson is definitely the dominating force at the Dublin House. Over the years, ghost hunting teams have investigated the property and agree that she is most active on the third floor. 

The Dublin House is where the Jersey Shore Ghost Tours meet, and has been a popular spot on that tour since its inception in 2009. It has been written about in countless articles, and also featured in Patricia Heyer's book, Ghosts Along the Navesink and Shrewsbury Rivers. I suggest if you ever find yourself in Red Bank, New Jersey, stop in at the Dublin House for some bangers and mash or a pint of Guiness. Just make sure you clean up after yourself and remember to say hello to Mrs. Patterson! 

Links:

The Most Haunted Restaurant in New Jersey: 94.5 PST

Haunted Restaurants in New Jersey from Asbury Park Press

5 Haunted Restaurants on the Jersey Shore: Fun New Jersey Magazine

Red Bank Ghost Tour Exposes Spooky History

Red Bank: Ghostly and Partly True Tales

Wednesday, January 26, 2022

24 Commonly Forgotten Investigation Essentials

A few of Spectral Research and Investigation's Toys!

As paranormal investigators, researchers, and enthusiasts, many of us love seeing all the new ghost hunting gadgets that are out there. We love seeing what other teams use and how they use it. We love seeing what evidence these items can capture. And, we love showing off our own toys! While obviously, the 'big stuff,' such as DVR systems, EMF meters, voice recorders, spirit boxes, etc. are integral pieces of the investigator's equipment bag and are rarely, if ever, forgotten...they aren't the ONLY important items to bring along. 

Over the past 20 years, I've had the opportunity to investigate a lot of places. Further, I've had the opportunity to investigate a lot of different TYPES of places. Whether it be an indoor or an outdoor location, a place located in town or out in the middle of nowhere, a private home or a business, each investigation is different and presents its own unique challenges.

To help meet those challenges and make each and every investigation as safe and comfortable as possible, I've compiled a quick list of 24 COMMONLY FORGOTTEN INVESTIGATION ESSENTIALS. Most of these items are items that at one time or another, I really wished I had brought with me. 

1. Paper, pens, colored pencils/crayons:  For me, these items are a must-have! I like to keep meticulous notes during an investigation, recording environmental conditions, anomalies on equipment, personal experiences, and much, much more data that I think will help in our final review. But, these items are quite versatile! You may need to sketch out a map. You may want to have your witness draw a picture of what they saw (this is especially true if you're interviewing children). You may need to leave a note or mark an area of interest. Or, you may want to get a lil' metaphysical and try some automatic writing as a communication tool. Bring plenty of paper and writing utensils, including a good black marker. 

2. Gaffer's or painter's tape: These types of tapes don't leave a residue and won't damage surfaces, which is especially important if you're investigating in someone's home or a historic location. We use to tape to safely tape down cords to prevent tripping, but it can be used in many ways, from hanging those signs/notes, labeling purposes (use your black marker to write directly on the tape), marking directions/making arrows and stabilizing equipment in one location. 

3. Hair Ties: You don't want long hair getting in your way, causing false positives in your photos or simply being a nuisance (especially when its hot, lol). So, bring some hair ties for personal use, but also keep in mind that you don't need to be McGuyver to see how useful they can be in other situations! Like the tape, hair ties can be used to rig up equipment and perform any job that you'd want to use a normal rubber band for. Hair CLIPS can also be pretty useful in a pinch, and ZIP ties have plenty of similar uses as well.

4. Snacks and Drinks: This one may seem pretty obvious, but you really don't want to forget your snacks and drinks! We're on location for close to 12 hours sometimes and we're not always in an area where you can find an open gas station or fast food joint. Keeping hydrated and keeping your blood sugar normal are vital to ensuring a safe and comfortable investigation.

5. Glow Sticks: If you're investigating in the dark, glow sticks are awesome for marking areas that you want to make sure are seen. Use glow sticks to show where equipment is set up, where hazards might be (such as loose floor boards) or anything else that you need to find easily in the dark. As an added bonus, they are an emergency source of light if your flashlights malfunction or run out of batteries.

6. Scissors and/or Pocket Knife: I can't tell you how many times I've needed a pair of scissors to open up a new package of batteries, cut a piece of tape that just won't tear, etc. Plus, these items can be used in self-defense if need be.

7. Pepper Spray: Speaking of self defense, pepper spray might also be a good item to carry with you. We have way more to fear from the living than we do from the dead. And, unfortunately, many 'haunted' locations are not in the safest areas. If you're licensed to carry, it is legal to do so in the area, and you know you can be responsible with a firearm, that is also an option. But, for most purposes, pepper spray is a relatively safe method of personal protection.

8. Change of Clothes/Shoes and a Jacket: Aside from the obvious jokes, a change of clothes is not a bad idea. Some haunted locations can be pretty dusty, muddy, or wet. There can be sharp nails sticking out of woodwork that can rip the armpit right out of a t-shirt (speaking from experience, lol). You might just get really hot, or really cold and need to add or remove a couple of layers to be comfortable. And, sometimes, you might find yourself spending the night in a location and just wanting a fresh outfit to put on for the drive home. 

9. Toilet Paper/Hygiene Items: Even indoor locations sometimes don't have indoor plumbing, or simply lack adequate TP. Make sure you have what you need to comfortably relieve yourself and clean up afterwards. This includes hand sanitizer, wet wipes, disposal bags, etc. Other hygiene items, such as deodorant and/or a travel toothbrush/toothpaste might also come in handy if you need to freshen up at any point. 

10. First Aid Kit: A well-stocked first aid kit is an invaluable part of your ghost hunting toolbox. Keep plenty of small items, such as Band-Aids, antiseptic creams, and OTC medications on hand. The most-used item in MY first aid kit is always Tylenol and Tums, but cough drops are essential as well, as you don't want all your audio contaminated by someone hacking up a lung throughout the entire investigation. In addition, make sure you bring any prescription medication you may need to take during the hours of the investigation, plus an extra dose or two if for some reason you don't get back home as early as you've estimated. 

11. Printed Map and Hard Copy of Client Contact Information: I've spent many years investigating throughout rural West Virginia, and even in 2022, there are still huge sections of the state where cell service, especially internet access, is limited or non-existent. In the event of technical difficulties, you may not be able to rely on GPS to get you to your location, so make sure you have a printed map or directions to where you need to go. Similarly, make sure you have the client's contact information written down somewhere in case you need to find a payphone/landline to contact them at some point.

12. Cash/Coins: This tip applied much more back when I started investigating in the early 2000's, but can still come in handy. Make sure you carry some cash on you during an investigation. Waaay back in the day, it wasn't uncommon for the only gas station in a 30-mile radius to not take debit/credit, and coins were awesome if you could find a pay phone if needed. Today, you might consider having cash on hand for unexpected tolls, vending machine snacks, easily splitting up food or other costs with your teammates, small donations to the location, and purchasing souvenirs from whatever business or historical location with a gift shop you're investigating! 

13. Blanket/Pillow: These are handy to just throw in your vehicle in case you find yourself needing to get in a quick nap during your overnight investigation, or otherwise find yourself spending the night away from home.

14. Masks/Gloves/PPE: Even before the days of Covid, many investigators would include various PPE into their kit. Old buildings can be filled with dust, mold, rodent droppings, and even asbestos. A good mask can keep you safer and more comfortable while investigating, while gloves can keep your hands clean and cut down on contamination if you need to touch something questionable or collect a sample/specimen.

15. Plastic Bags: So, as an investigator who works mainly with hauntings, as opposed to cryptids or UFOs, I haven't found too many times where I wanted to take an actual sample or collect a specimen (although I have been given things such as possible bone fragments before, lol). But, should the need arise, you want to keep it safe. Plastic sandwich bags are great for this type of thing, and can be used in other ways as well, such as organizing small items that may otherwise get lost in your bag. Regular sized trash bags can also come in handy. You want to leave a location in the same or better condition than what you found it, so be sure to pack out all your garbage. 

16. Measuring Tape/Level: These are useful tools to have on any investigation. When you have reports of objects moving, especially balls rolling, you want to make sure the floor is level. Falls on staircases, which are sometimes blamed on being pushed by paranormal forces, can sometimes be ruled out when shown that the steps are uneven. A measuring tape can also help determine this, and can give you a visual representation of how far an object is said to have moved, the distance between pieces of equipment, etc. 

17. Bug Spray: If you're investigating an outdoor location, or even an indoor location that is exposed to the elements, bug spray will be a life saver! The last time I went out to the TNT area in Pt. Pleasant, I think I lost about a pint of blood to the local mosquitos. Seriously, those things would give Mothman a run for his money.

18. Multi-Tool: Some equipment (for example, the camera mounts we used with HPIR) requires a screwdriver. A good multi-tool will provide that and many other useful functions during your investigation. If it has a good enough knife/scissors, that's one less thing you can leave off your packing list.

19. Camping Chair: Much of the time spent on an investigation is sitting around, quietly observing. Many locations are low, or completely devoid of seating, so consider bringing a camping or folding chair with you.

20. Towel/Old Blanket: Like the camping chair, you can use an old towel or blanket to sit on, but it can also be used to wipe mud off shoes, keep you warm in an emergency, or cover up an area that needs to be covered up.

21. Cold/Hot Weather Gear: Investigating can get cold! Supplies like extra gloves and hats, as well as Hot Hands will help keep you warm, but be prepared for bad weather, too. Keep an ice scraper in your car in case temperatures plummet during your investigation. Snow chains for your tires, kitty litter, and a portable car battery charger can all be useful when investigating in the winter. On the other hand, investigating can also get very HOT. Personal fans and cooling towels, as well as dressing in layers, can help keep you cool.

22. Trigger Objects: Trigger objects can be just about anything you can think of that might help elicit a reaction from an entity, or get them to interact. If you know a little about the history and the alleged hauntings of the location, try to bring some trigger objects along that are specially tailored to that location. For example, antique toys, coins with specific dates, coal company scrip, cigars, etc.

23. Power Strips/Surge Protectors: We investigators have a lot of equipment, some of which needs to either be plugged in throughout the investigation, or periodically charged. Even if your location has electricity, outlets may be in short supply, or not exactly where you need them to be. Bring your own power strip/surge protector and a few extension cords. 

24.Chargers and Extra Batteries: This last suggestion should be a no-brainer...but make sure you bring everything you need to charge your phone, including the proper cord, brick, or car adaptor. Also consider a few portable charging rods or similar items, which can be purchased just about anywhere for fairly cheap. Similarly, make sure you have backup chargers, cords and extra batteries for ALL of your equipment. Batteries drain much quicker than you realize, and some locations seem to drain the life out of our equipment much more frequently. Be sure to pack up everything you'll need to keep your equipment running all evening. 

I hope this list has inspired you to check and double check your own paranormal investigation packing list, and possibly add a few new items. But, like I said, each investigation is different and requires different items. Each investigator is also different, and will require slightly different things to keep them comfortable and safe, and to get the most out of the investigation experience. This is just a quick list of things I came up with. Let me know in the comments below (or join me over on Theresa's Haunted History of the Tri-State Facebook) what items YOU'D never be caught dead without! 


*You can find more paranormal investigation tips and tricks on the Theresa's Articles Page of Theresa's Haunted History!*

Tuesday, January 25, 2022

Pt. Pleasant's Phantom Airship

Photo from the movie, The Dirigible (1931)

During the latter part of 1896, into spring of 1897, the United States was experiencing a really weird phenomenon: phantom airships! People from coast to coast were reporting strange lights in the sky, which they believed to be some type of prototype dirigible. West Virginia even had its own sighting of this strange aerial phenomena when these strange lights were reported over Sistersville in April of 1897. 

West Virginia had a similar encounter with an early unidentified flying object over thirty years later, an incident that would take its rightful place in one area's history with high strangeness. 

On Saturday, October 10, 1931, half a dozen witnesses in the town of Gallipolis, Ohio reported an alarming incident. Around 2:50pm, a dirigible was seen flying over town. Dr. Charles E. Holzer noticed the craft going over his hospital at about 300ft in the air. A few moments later, Robert P. Henke and his wife, along with Dr. and Mrs. Claude Carter, all of Gallipolis, watched in horror as the dirigible crossed the Ohio River into West Virginia, broke into two, and fell to the earth in flames. 

Mr. Henke had been observing the craft, which he reported as being about 100-150ft long, with field glasses when it went down. Although other witnesses reported seeing what they believed to be three human figures parachute out of the dirigible as it began to go down, Henke could only say for sure that he saw something white, which looked like a parachute, leave the craft. 

A search party was organized that evening, but was unable to find any proof of the wreck. It was seen falling over a sparsely populated area of Gallipolis Ferry, West Virginia---just a short distance from Pt. Pleasant. And, as any student of Fortean phenomena knows, Pt. Pleasant has quite the long history with the strange and unexplained!

It was assumed at the time that the dirigible was en route from Akron, Ohio (home of the Goodyear Zeppelin Corporation) to Huntington, WV. US Senator H.D. Hatfield had put in a request with the Navy to have one of their airships fly over the field during a football game between Huntington's Marshall College and Washington and Jefferson. Unbeknownst to the witnesses of the crash, however, was that Hatfield's request was denied. Not only was his request denied, but when contacted, the airfield at Akron, the US Army, AND the US Navy all reported that each one of their airships was safe and accounted for. 

Dr. Holzer, who also owned the airport in Gallipolis helped carry on the search the next morning, sending out pilot Lt. Eckford Hodgson to search the area by air. Once again, no sign of the wreckage or its potential crew was found. In fact, nothing was ever found and to this day, the incident remains a mystery. Just what happened to fall out of the sky over Mason County, West Virginia that autumn day, and what became of the person or persons who piloted the craft? 

Evening Star (Washington, DC)
11 October 1931
Source: Chronicling America


Additional Sources:

"Crash of Blimp Near Ohio Town Investigated." The Richmond Item (Richmond, Indiana). 11 October 1931

"Blimp is Believed Down in Wooded Section of State." The Bluefield Daily Telegraph (Bluefield, WV) 11 October 1931

Monday, January 24, 2022

Barboursville Haunted House Has Something Spookier Than Ghosts!

 


I love me some oddities, especially historical oddities documented in old newspapers. Last month, while researching a completely different topic, I kept coming across the 'News Oddities' article. This particular clipping comes from the November 18, 1916 edition of the Daily Arkansas Gazette, but I came across the same thing, word for word, in a bunch of different newspapers from all over the United States. If you haven't already guessed...I'm only mildly interested in the legless kid in Kansas or the unwilling hobo of Indiana. What I'm REALLY interested in is the haunted house in West Virginia!

Not much information is given in this little snippet. "Ghosts that had long haunted West Virginia house were a dozen black snakes that had taken possession of the attic." Hmm...okay. I had to learn more! After a bit of digging, I found the following newspaper article, which gives quite a bit more information. 


According to this article, found in August 30, 1916 edition of The West Virginian, a Logan County miner named Green Simpkins moved his wife and six children to an area of Cabell County near Barboursville known as 'N-Word Gap.' This area picked up this unfortunate nickname after the Civil War, and it was still be referred to by that name WELL into the 20th century, although the preferred name for the area is Ousley's Gap. (The Doors to the Past website has a really great article on the history of this area, and some lore as to why it got called what it did.)

Anyway, the family rented an old home that had been vacant for quite some time. Whenever you have an old home that has been empty for any length of time, it's bound to pick up a haunted reputation. This house was no different, as it was said that strange, phantom noises came from the attic area of the home at all hours of the day and night. At first, Mrs. Simpkins was terrified of these noises, but she was apparently quite the brave woman. One day she took her gun upstairs to investigate the ghostly noises. But, instead of ghosts, she found a dozen black snakes! She called for help, and together with two young men, she battled the snakes for an hour, finally killing them all, and putting the rumors of a haunting to rest for good.

I'm not necessarily scared of snakes, especially black snakes, but I think I'd rather take the attic full of ghosts over an attic full of slithering reptiles any day! Also, just what kind of noises were these snakes making to be misidentified as ghosts?? Major respect to Mrs. Simpkins for facing her fear and doing a lil' ghost-busting...er, snake busting. 

Keep it weird, keep it creepy, keep it odd, and let me know in the comments below what you'd rather have: an attic full of ghosts, or an attic full of snakes! 


Sunday, January 23, 2022

Woman Saved From Gallows: A WV State Penitentiary Story

(1924) Typical Women's Cell at
WV State Penitentiary in Moundsville
Source: WV History on View

Readers of Theresa's Haunted History blog know that from time to time, I enjoy sharing some non-ghosty history from the tri-state's most famously haunted locations, especially the West Virginia State Penitentiary at Moundsville! I think it really adds to the understanding of a haunted location to know what everyday life was like for those who called the location home. I also think its a great asset to the paranormal investigation process when you have an understanding of who may be there, what their normal routine was, and the 'current' events that took place during their lifetime. So, for today's blog, I wanted to share with you this article from the Herald-Dispatch (Huntington, WV) dated March 12, 1935. 

After shooting and killing quarry worker, William Mitchell, on October 13, 1934, Mrs. Frances Williams was sentenced to be executed. She would have been the first and only woman in West Virginia's history to face this tragic ending. Luckily, public outcry was taken seriously, and her sentence was commuted to a life sentence. Fun fact: Moundsville State Penitentiary housed female inmates up until about 1947, when they were transferred to the newly opened West Virginia Prison for Women in Pence Springs. (Source-WV Encyclopedia)

Governor Kump Commutes Death Sentence to Life Imprisonment

Charleston, Mar. 11--(Associated Press)---The first woman in West Virginia history to face execution was saved from death on the gallows today by Governor H. G. Kump.

The executive commuted the death sentence of Mrs. Frances Williams, 29, Negro, the mother of a six-year-old boy, to life imprisonment.  Thousands of petitions asking the governor to halt the execution poured into the pardon attorney's office from all sections of the state.

At Moundsville, Deputy Warden Clarence M. Stone said word of the governor's action had not been received, and the woman had not been notified.

Convicted of Killing Man

"We usually don't receive the notice for a day or two as it is sent by mail unless the execution date is close at hand," he said.

Mrs. Williams was sentenced to die March 15 by Circuit Judge Summers H. Sharp in the Greenbrier county circuit court last December 13 for the murder of William Mitchell, 45, a Negro stone quarry worker.

The state charged Mrs. Williams and Mitchell had been intimate, that they quarreled the day of the shooting last October 13 and Mitchell left her. Upon alighting from a train at Frazier that evening, Mitchell was shot to death by Mrs. Williams.  She claimed Mitchell had threatened her.

Mentally Subnormal

Pardon Attorney Frank R. Hill said Joseph M. Holt, who then was Greenbrier prosecuting attorney, the jury recommended commutation.  Hill said the woman, before her trial, offered to plead guilty and take a life sentence, but later changed her mind and went to trial.

"There was testimony at the trial that the woman suffered a severe head injury when she was young, and that she is mentally subnormal," Hill said. 

I'm 99% positive that I found Mitchell's death certificate on the WV State Archives Vital Records page. However, there are some inconsistencies. It states that Mitchell wasn't 45 years old, but 65 years old! He is listed as working at a rock quarry and being shot in the spine on or around October 13th. However, he didn't pass away from his injuries until October 24, 1934. 

Source

Want MORE resources and stories from the West Virginia State Penitentiary? Check out my new WV State Penitentiary Page for quick access to all my articles about the history and hauntings of one of West Virginia's most haunted locations!


Saturday, January 22, 2022

More Weird UFO Dreams

10,000 Volt Ghost from
Scooby Doo

I mentioned it briefly on my Theresa's Haunted History of the Tri-State Facebook page, but if you don't follow me on there or are new to my spooky gang, then you may have missed that early last November, I had to have emergency gallbladder removal surgery. The surgery went fine and I quickly bounced back into the swing of things. However, around this time, I had a series of strange dreams involving UFOs and/or alien abduction. I've been hesitant to share them publicly, mainly because I realize that there's probably nothing to them. I'm known for having really lucid, vivid, and WEIRD dreams, but for some reason I can't fully explain, I felt compelled to share them. Perhaps someone out there has had similar dreams and needs to know they aren't alone. Maybe someone else just needs a good laugh at the strange crap my mind comes up with. Either way, here goes:

On the night of November 3, I had went to bed fairly early. I had my car all packed up and was ready to head to Chief Logan State Park the next morning, where I had a vendor table reserved with Wild and Weird Con. I had to leave early, so I wanted to make sure I was fully rested. I had only been asleep for about 2.5 or 3 hours when I woke up at 1am gasping for air. This sudden awakening pulled me out of the dream I was having. I don't remember the 'beginning' of the dream. All I remember is that I was in this nondescript sort of space, which was white or gray and didn't have any corners. Two...beings? people?...were supporting me on either side and I kept telling them I couldn't breath. I don't remember them being much taller than me, or much shorter either...just around the same height as me. They took me to this third being, who I swear, looked like a gray version of the 10,000 Volt Ghost from Scooby Doo. This thing didn't have facial features. I don't think it was FURRY, but its outline was kinda choppy and non-defined. It was humanoid shaped, but shaped more like the 10,000 Volt Ghost, with no discernable neck area and a body that went straight down without tapering at the waist. I perceived it as being above or in charge of the two beings supporting me. 

One of the beings supporting me told this thing that something was wrong with me. He (I perceived both of these to be male) sounded panicky and I felt like they had done something to me that went wrong.  I didn't hear the 10,000 Volt Ghost's reply audibly, but more telepathically. It simply told them to send me back NOW. 

As soon as he said that is when I woke up, gasping for air because I was in so much pain. My husband took me to the ER and as soon as the doctor saw how I was sitting, he pretty much knew I was having a gallbladder attack. Scans and bloodwork confirmed that I had gallstones, and that one was most likely lodged in a duct. Within an hour of getting all the tests back, I was being wheeled back to the OR to have my gallbladder removed. It was a simple procedure, and I was released from the hospital around 3:30pm that afternoon. 

That following night, I had another strange dream. I was 'taken' to this space that once again, was that same whitish or gray color, but it was more...lively. It seemed very busy in this space, with lots of people around. I was told to go sit in this area that looked a lot like a combination of a restaurant booth AND one of those 1970's era recessed seating areas people had in their dens. There was someone already there and I had the impression that we were being grouped together in this particular area because there was something the same or similar about us and our reason for being there. I was quite surprised when this person turned around and it was Ozzy Osbourne! I was even more surprised that he seemed to recognize me, as if we'd been in this situation before. That thought was 'confirmed' when he patted me on the shoulder and in a somewhat sad tone of voice said, "The bloody bastards got us again, didn't they love?"  I don't remember anything happening after that, but I don't think it's because I woke up. The dream just stopped. The next day as I was napping, I had another dream snippet. I was in this HUGE elevator with a bunch of other people. This elevator was like, the size of a large room and if you wanted to ride it, you walked into it, and fastened yourself into these little stalls against the back wall. I remember getting on this elevator, but not knowing where it was going. And that's all I remember.

It's unusual for me to have such short dreams. Usually, my dreams feel rather long, as whole story lines play out. Often, I'll wake up and go back to sleep, only to have the same dream keep continuing. It might change direction, but rarely do I ever have a dream just stop. What isn't unusual is the subject matter. This isn't the first time I've had similar dreams of being in this or a similar location, often accompanied by a feeling that I was taken or forced to be there. In fact, the elevator dream is a recurring one. My entire life I've had a bunch of different types of dreams that some might say could be indicative of a potential alien abduction, the most disturbing ones being the dreams where I'm either forced to take care of a bunch of babies or small children, or the ones where my own baby is taken from me after its born. Aside from the dreams, I've had some other experiences that have really made me want to question and research the abduction theory further. I don't necessarily want to get into all the stuff publicly, but I have mentioned before that whenever I take one of those silly little 'Have you been abducted' surveys, I check off about 90% of the boxes. 

Anyway, for full disclosure, I WAS getting ready to attend a paranormal conference when the one dream happened and the other two happened while I was still pretty well under the influence of pain killers. Not to mention, I had recently been taking a deep dive into researching the subject of abduction, but had largely put it off because reading others' accounts actually started making me have panic attacks. During the first dream, my husband was awake beside me the whole time and can confirm that I didn't physically go anywhere. So, the skeptic in me wants to just dismiss it all as simple dreams influenced by the factors around me. However, there's a small part of me that just FEELS like some of it, maybe not ALL, but some of it just might be more significant in some way. I hope that by sharing it, not only will it help me to process it and think about my experiences more critically, but perhaps reach someone else who has had similar dreams that may just be more than dreams. One day I might feel comfortable sharing some of the other weird 'abduction-type' stuff I've experienced, but until then, stay spooky y'all!

Friday, January 21, 2022

Friday Fright Bite: The Grocery Store Ghost

Photo by Gordon Dix

Happy Friday! I thought this week, we'd shake things up a bit: instead of a Friday Funny, we're going to do a Friday Fright Bite! A Fright Bite is just a short lil' blog post about a known haunted location that I just can't find a whole lot of information on. While I can't find enough history and background to really flesh out a normal blog post, I still think these locations are worth sharing. One such location is the Food Lion in Summersville, WV!

So, according to the Shadowlands Haunted Places Index, this modern grocery store, located in the northern part of the city at 1005 N. Industrial Drive, is haunted by a little girl who the staff have named Sally. Sally is believed to be about eight years old and she's pretty mischievous. Witnesses say that Sally likes to throw items off store shelves, but she DOES put them back where they belong. And, like many living little girls, Sally can have the occasional temper tantrum. When she's angry, she's been known to pick up wooden crates and smash them to the ground. 

From the perspective of a paranormal researcher, this actually sounds pretty terrifying. Moving objects around at all, especially throwing around heavy wooden crates and breaking them, requires a LOT of energy, and many ghosts just don't seem to be able to sustain that kind of energy. When you get into heavy objects being moved with any type of force, you're usually looking at a poltergeist situation (in this case, I'm referring to a living agent subconsciously causing the activity through RSPK--recurrent spontaneous psychokinesis) or...if you believe in that sort of thing...perhaps something NON-human that is mimicking a little girl. 


Photo by Gottfried Kibelka

To really understand the situation, we'd have to discover who Sally is. The Shadowlands Index notes that after researching the situation, the management team was told by the previous property owners that Sally had been buried under the store's current location. Frustratingly, that's about all the information I can find. I saw the original post on Shadowlands YEARS ago, and no one has really published any additional or updated information that I've been able to find. Further, I haven't been able to really substantiate a history for the location.

From what I've found on the Nicholas County Assessor's website, the property was purchased in August of 1992, and construction of the Food Lion Grocery Store was completed the following year, in 1993. By research standards, that's pretty new, so I would assume that there WAS something at one time on the property. Nicholas County doesn't have many records digitized, but I did do a cursory search on tDar website, which led me down a wild goose chase, resulting in the conclusion that it is POSSIBLE that a small family burial plot could have been located in the area of the store. Small cemeteries, some containing less than a handful of burials, being moved to make room for modern shopping centers is more common than one would like to think, and even though I couldn't find a death record for a Sally/Sallie/Sara/Sarah that matched the description, doesn't mean that she didn't exist. 

One side of me wants to write this particular 'haunting' off as a simple misidentification that grew into a legend with each re-telling, but part of me desperately wants to find SOMETHING of historic significance to definitively prove or disprove the little grocery store ghost girl. If you're from the area and have had an experience or even some inside knowledge on the Haunted Food Lion of Summersville, please let me know down in the comments, or join me over on Theresa's Haunted History of the Tri-State Facebook for discussions on all things spooky. 

Thursday, January 20, 2022

The Murdered Merchant's Ghost

Ruth Ann Musick, Queen of WV Folklore
Source: WV Encyclopedia

Today's vintage ghost tale comes from March 12, 1951 edition of the Hinton Daily News, a newspaper based in Hinton (Summers County), West Virginia! The story published in the paper was originally collected by Dr. Ruth Ann Musick of Fairmont State College and included in an edition of "The Old Folks Say." 

According to the article, some time prior to the Civil War, a merchant was returning home after a trip selling his wares. While traveling through a rural section of Wirt County (modern maps say its actually in neighboring Ritchie County) known as Low Gap, he was robbed and killed by a shotgun blast at close range that entirely severed his head from his body! It wouldn't take long before the area where the incident occurred would gain a reputation for being haunted. Those who passed through Low Gap at night reported the ghost of the murdered traveler, who was known to manifest in different forms.

One traveler reported seeing a very large dog-like creature in the road. When he tried to scare it away by throwing a stone at it, it FLOATED up through the air and down over Low Gap. Two other men reported seeing a large, hissing ball of fire come down over the treetops, cross the road, and again, disappear over Low Gap. A third encounter involved a traveler seeing a man's form carrying a lantern. As he approached the figure, the lantern light went out, so the traveler asked the figure "What's the matter, did your light go out?" The figure answered in a rather spooky voice, "No, my LIFE went out." A ghost like form was then seen rising up and vanishing over the gap.

Not believing the ghostly stories, a local jeweler went to the location to prove that it was all bunk. When he returned, rather pale, at first he refused to talk about his experiences. Later on, he admitted that he had seen the ghostly figure of a headless man cross the road and vanish. As if seeing a headless figure vanishing in front of your eyes wasn't the spookiest thing ever, another encounter with the murdered merchant involves a lone traveler hearing screaming. As he shone his lantern in the direction of the screams, a nude man with blood pouring down his face ran across the road, and once again, vanished, taking the eerie screams with it, over the area of the gap. 


Hinton Daily News
12 March 1951


Wednesday, January 19, 2022

Paranormal Activity at the Morgantown Public Library

Morgantown Public Library
Source

I've always said that if I had the choice, I'd probably choose to come back and haunt my local library. There's no way I'm going to get to all the books I want to read before I die, so maybe I can finally catch up in the afterlife! As far as I know, there are currently no ghosts haunting my public library, but the same cannot be said about the Morgantown Public Library in Morgantown, West Virginia!

Morgantown gained its first public library back in 1926 when the Morgantown Women's Club started the Waitman Barbe Memorial Library, which was housed in the city's municipal building. The library stayed in this location up until 1964 when construction began on the Spruce Street location. The modern library, now known simply as the Morgantown Public Library, located at 373 Spruce Street, is the library said to be haunted. But, before construction could begin on the (then) 1-story building with basement, two private homes had to be razed. 

It didn't take long before the brand new library was complaining that it was running out of space. However, it wouldn't be until 1993 when a second story was added. And, sometime over the relatively short history of the library, it has picked up the reputation for being haunted. 

Construction of the Morgantown Public Library
Source: WV History on View

The most common example of paranormal activity is the sound of books falling or being tossed off shelves. But while the sound is unmistakable, when investigated, no books are ever found out of place. In addition to these sounds, the sound of toilets flushing themselves in the ground floor bathrooms has been observed. The elevator is said to move between floors without being called by living hands, and even small objects have been moved around. 

Employees note that the majority of the activity happens after the library is closed to the public for the evening, when things are calm and quiet among the shelves. The employees have taken it upon themselves to give this mischievous spirit the name of 'Isabelle Jane,' but cannot explain why. It doesn't seem like there are any former librarians with that name, or anyone else associated with the library itself. Even stranger...on the few occasions when a FULL BODIED APPARITION has been observed, it's been a MAN, dressed in 19th century clothing! No wonder he throws books---people keep calling him Isabelle!

In November of 2018, Spirit Walk Paranormal became the first team to conduct a formal paranormal investigation of the property. Although they investigated all levels of the library, the majority of activity seemed to come from the main floor. In their YouTube video of their investigation, they shared some pretty interesting data they captured. At one point, one investigator heard what sounded like a child screaming. Knocks and other weird noises were observed at various points and locations throughout the night. In the children's section, some really odd, sustained high EMF readings were observed. There were also a few EVPs, but what I found most fascinating was some of the spirit box responses that seemingly answered direct questions, giving the name of 'Sarah' several times, and even saying the name of the investigator conducting the session. Definitely go check out their video, linked below! 

Spirit Walk Paranormal (YouTube: Art House Media WV) 

The Southern Spirit Guide's 'Guide to Haunted Libraries of the South-West Virginia'

WV Library Commission Page

Guiley, Rosemary Ellen. The Big Book of West Virginia Ghost Stories. 2014 Globe Pequot.

'Library Problems Told to Kiwanis.' The Dominion News. 06 June 1969. 

'Librarian is Appointed' The Morning Herald (Uniontown PA) 04 November 1965.



Tuesday, January 18, 2022

The Frightening Frankenberger Mansion of Charleston

Frankenberger Mansion
Photo from WOWK 13 News

On November 1, 2016, the local 13News posted an article about a spooky, haunted mansion located right in the heart of Charleston, West Virginia! Located at 1111 Virginia Street East, the former Frankenberger Mansion is now home to the West Virginia Radio Group. Noel Richardson, who at the time of the article had been working in the building for 20 years, explains some of the ghostly goings-on.

According to Richardson, the ghost of the Frankenberger Mansion enjoys communicating through small, unexplainable acts, such as strange, unaccounted for noises, and messing with the lights. During one such event, Richardson had set out to work on a rooftop satellite dish around 2am. He turned the light switch on, then went down the steps, only to have the light go right back out. After turning it back on, Richardson noticed the light actually click itself off a second time, leading him to believe that the resident spirit enjoys the dark! But who is the lost soul that haunts the building? Richardson believes it is a former servant of the Frankenbergers who, after a brief affair in a second floor room with Mr. Frankenberger, found herself pregnant. Legend states that the unwanted baby was buried in the basement, possibly behind a hidden wall, and that the wronged mother comes back to search for her child and trying to make amends with the Frankenberger family. Let's explore that theory a little further...

Frankenberger Mansion Today
Photo by Theresa

The Frankenberger Mansion was built at the turn of the last century (I've seen 'official' listings as being either 1893 or 1900) by Philip Frankenberger. Philip was born in Wertheim, Germany on October 20, 1843. As a teenager, he immigrated to the United States, eventually settling in Charleston in 1860. He and his brother, Moses, opened up a men's clothing store that would remain a staple of downtown shopping for the next 100 years. 

Philip married Jennie Moss, and together, they had five children. In the 1900 census, the family is living in their palatial Virginia Street home with Herbert (23 years old), Max (21 years old), Hortense (17 years old), Rena (14 years old), and little Walter (5 years old). They were also living with a servant named Elizabeth Saxton. 

Unfortunately, Mrs. Frankenberger passed away on April 2, 1904. Philip followed her in death on November 13, 1908. On October 30th, he had come home from work and went to bed. He took violently ill during the night and would undergo surgery for appendicitis. It was hoped that he would recover from his illness, but he took a turn for the worse, and died on a Friday afternoon at 3:30pm, surrounded by family and friends at home. Funeral services were held in the house by the Masonic Lodge No. 20, of which Frankenberger was an active member. He was buried in the B'Nai Israel Cemetery in Charleston, located within the Spring Hill Cemetery grounds. 

Map Card for 1111 Virginia St. E

By the next census in 1910, Max is living in the Virginia Street home as head of the household. He lives with younger siblings Rena (24 years old) and 15 year old Walter. They also live with a servant named Allie Lively. 

By the following census of 1920, the family is no longer associated with the property, and its rooms are being offered in the local newspaper for rent. In 1954, WCHS-TV came on the air, moving its offices from the Middleburg Auditorium on Lee Street to the newly renovated mansion, complete with studio space. After the station moved to new facilities in 1988, the Charleston Radio Group took over, and today the space is home to several radio and television stations. Oh, and its home to the ghost, too. 

Household help comes and goes, and since census records are only taken every 10 years, its unlikely that either Ms. Saxton or Ms. Lively is our ghost in question...if that story is even factual. As with many hauntings said to stem from not-so-nice circumstances, information usually isn't easily verified. I mean, an affair with a prominent businessman and a potentially murdered baby aren't necessarily things that would have been publicized back then, especially if a family had the wealth and prestige to cover things up. But, as I often tell my clients: Just because I can't find historical documentation to back up the story, doesn't mean it didn't happen. I haven't found anything that refutes the claims either! Hopefully, Spectral Research and Investigation will be allowed in one day to thoroughly investigate and help find some answers. If there truly is the spirit of a long-deceased maid searching for her baby, we'd love to share her story. 

If you have any information on this location, please comment below or reach out to me at Theresa's Haunted History of the Tri-State Facebook. Stay spooky, my friends! 

I've recently added a second blog post about the Frankenberger Mansion. While it doesn't delve into the history of the home or the family, a newspaper article from 1972 does go into detail about the type of activity experienced by employees. Check that out here: A Frankenberger Follow-Up

Below is Philip's lengthy obituary, published in The Advocate, 19 November 1908. 



Monday, January 17, 2022

George Alderson's Ghost: Oldest Ghost Story in the Kanawha Valley?

Example of early settler's cabin. Located at the WV
State Museum. 


As so often happens with me, I was searching for information on ANOTHER haunted location when I happened to run across this story from what is today Malden, West Virginia. In 1805, George Alderson, one of the earliest settlers of the Kanawha Valley, passed away at his cabin, located near the mouth of George's Creek (named after him, of course!). His death was an unhappy one, so when the sounds of a striking hammer and strange, flickering lights coming from his nearby mill and blacksmith shop were observed shortly after his passing, the ghost of George Alderson was blamed. When his apparition was seen gliding about, there was no doubt that the troubled man had returned. Dr. Henry Ruffner, a prominent Charleston citizen and eldest son of Colonel David Ruffner, had moved to the area as a young boy and was once tasked with watching the property at night for his uncle. Did young Ruffner experience the ghost of Mr. Alderson...or was there another explanation? As an adult, he relayed his spooky experiences in the Southern Literary Messenger. The article, titled, A Screech, can be found on pages 50-54 in Volume 23, Issue 1, dated July 1856. The following is that article in it's entirety:

A Screech

Amongst the earliest settlers in the Kanawha valley was George Alderson, who had been a man of the woods from his youth. Though not much of a scholar, yet he could read, write, and cast up accounts, which, altogether was more than the majority of his sylvan contemporaries could do. He was a very shrewd man, and knew very well on which side his bread was buttered. He was notable for using small land warrants for 100 acres, to advantage. As the large bottoms along the rivers had been surveyed and patented, he selected the smaller valleys near the bottoms, where he found them unappropriated, and would clap on his little warrants at the mouths and along the principal branches, so as to get possession of the entrances of these valleys, which was almost equivalent to getting the whole valleys and adjacent mountains. He thus at small cost for warrants and surveying, locked up large tracts of lands, which others could not use without his leave.

He was one of the primitive justices of Kanawha county, at its formation in the year 1790.

He and William Morris, senior, (old Billy, as he was called) were the first delegates from Kanawha to the General Assembly of Virginia… Both he and Alderson were able men in their way, but very uncouth legislators, by reason of their ignorance of public affairs and of the usages of polite society. Both attracted notice by their backwoods garb and manners; and Alderson also by his stammering tongue, which had often to make three or four trials at a word. The latter became, therefore, if not the lion, yet the bear of the day in Richmond; and as such would sometimes be invited to dine with company at fashionable houses in the city.

Once at a dinner table a pert young man, to shew him off to the company, asked him with affected politeness what he would be helped to. Alderson could hardly have named one of the fashionably cooked dishes at the table, and if he had known, he could hardly have uttered, such strange terms. But knowing what the young fellow was after, and having wit enough to baffle his impertinence, he assumed a two-fold rusticity and awkwardness of manner, and adding a few voluntary quavers to his usual stutter, he promptly stammered out, – Gi-gu-gug – give me a gi-gu-gug – gob of the b-bubbar meat and h-h-huh-huh-huh hominy. The intelligent part of the company shouted well done! and the fashionable youngster felt that he was defeated by the stammering backwoodsman.

Like most Kanawha men of his day, Alderson was a whiskey drinker. He habit of intemperance grew on him, until he became in his latter days a confirmed sot. From worse he went on to the worst stage of suicidal, unintermitted drunkenness. Kanawha in those days had drunkards and sots of every sort and degree – daily and monthly – surly and merry – reeling and wallowing – roaring and spewing, sots. But Alderson was at last the most unhappy of them all. He would swallow quarts of strong whiskey every day. Of course he was now confined to his bed and became a raving maniac. Consumed with alcoholic fire, he groaned for more whiskey, drank, saw visions of hell, shuddered and gave up the ghost.

Dr. Henry Ruffner


From these circumstances we must not infer, that George Alderson was a guiltier man than others who dies of drunkenness. The horrors of his death were the natural consequence of extreme intemperance. But those horrors affected the feelings and imaginations of the neighbors, and prepared the superstitious to see and hear signs of his restless ghost. When the mind is on tip-toe, looking out for apparitions, it seldom fails to discover one, especially in fog or evening twilight, for then the excited imagination can easily transform a white calf into a sheeted ghost, and the stump of a broken limb into “auld clootie,” hoofed and horned.

Alderson had built a little grist mill on a little stream, two or three hundred yards from his dwelling, and by the side of the mill-house he had a little blacksmith’s shop. These were favorite establishments of his, though the mill could seldom grind for want of water; and the hammer was but occasionally heard in the shop for want of business. Here, therefore, solitude and silence generally reigned at night; and here first the hapless ghost of Alderson was reported to give tokens of his presence. In the dead hours of the night, sounds of grinding were heard at the mill, and the clink of a hammer was heard in the shop, whilst will-‘o-the-wispish lights faintly glimmered and flitted about the place.

A few months before Alderson’s death, my father and uncle had purchased the land on which he lived near the old salt lick above Charleston, with the view of experimenting for salt water upon it. A few months after his death, the surviving family left the dwelling house vacant, and so it continued to be for several months, because the owners had no immediate use for it. Now, as ghosts, like rats and owls, are apt to haunt a deserted house; so this poor ghost took possession of his old residence, and began frightening passers-by. He was seen gliding through the dusky yard in the evening shadows, and was heard at late hours of the night making a pother in the empty rooms. These signs of his presence were the more frequently observed, because the house stood by the road side near the river bank. He had the boldness, one Sunday morning, when a fog obscured the atmosphere, to look out of an upper window at a couple of young people passing along the road, and to frighten them with an indistinct view of his physiognomy.

But this ghastly occupant was not permitted very long to keep exclusive possession of his old premises. My uncle, an old bachelor, had newly taken a wife; and not having the fear of ghosts before his eyes, took the occupancy of the house, – had it swept and garnished, and made ready in every respect to receive him and his bride, when they should return from a visit to some kinsfolk in the east.

Now as there was valuable property in the house, my uncle asked me to go and lodge there every night, as a guard during his absence. An old negro woman, who occupied a cabin near the house, would be sufficient protection by day; but not by night, because her fear of the ghost would cause her either
to desert the premises, or to call in company who might not be altogether trustworthy.

I readily consented to be the night guard of the haunted house, though I felt rather queer, when I thought of the ghost stories. I was a youth of 16 years, devotedly fond of books, given to solitary misings [sic], of a nervous temperament and a susceptible imagination. My memory was full of ghost stories which I had read or heard; but I was a firm disbeliever in apparitions of the dead. Intellectually, therefore, I had no fear of seeing a disembodied spirit, or of any harm that could result from the sight of such intangible beings; yet I was so affected by mere association of ideas, that whenever I passed a graveyard, alone, by night, or other gloomy place reported to be ghost-haunted; I felt a vague, nervous apprehension, that some shadowy form might rise before my imagination, if not before my eyes. To the living, the state of the dead, and the nature of a disembodied spirit, are involved in mystery; and the idea of meeting with one of these departed spirits in gloom and solitude, raises an instinctive dread, lest the veil which covers the secrets of the grave to which we hasten should be prematurely raised.

The evening after my uncle’s departure, I went alone to his house, a mile from my father’s, and arrived at dark. The old negro furnished me with a lighted candle, and forthwith left the place, fearing it seemed, that the ghost might come upon her in the cabin, notwithstanding my presence in the house, a few yards distant.

The night – a September night – was warm and perfectly calm; the room – my uncle’s bed room – was small and close. I therefore opened a window looking into the back yard, and placing the candle stand near it, I went to a small book case in the room, to get something to read until bed time. Some of the 30 or 40 volumes I had read; others I cared not to read. At length I met with a small duodecimo volume, bearing the strange title of “The Bloody Buoy,” which I found to be a compilation by Peter Porcupine (Cobbett) of all the horrible atrocities committed by the French revolutionists during “the reign of terror.” This volume excited my curiosity, and notwithstanding the horrifying nature of its contents, I selected it for my evening’s entertainment.

I sat down by the open window, and was soon immersed in scenes of blood and murder – once shocking realties, and now reproduced in my imagination, and the more vividly by reason of the gloomy and exciting circumstances around me. Here was I, half a mile from all living men, alone in a dark night, in the room where the dissipated man had given up the ghost – that mad, miserable ghost, which was believed by many to haunt the place where he had lived so long and died so wretchedly.

Mouth of George's Creek
Present-day Malden, WV


Readily, therefore, did my imagination body forth the horrible scenes of the French revolution – atheistical frenzy, reveling in blood – base born wretches yelling, like demons, for death and destruction; – a good king and a beautiful queen dragged from the throne to the prison, and from the prison to the scaffold; – then the scaffold daily drenched with the blood of the aged and the young, the wise and the fair: – crowded prisons emptied by wholesale murder with knives and bludgeons, and whole families. of innocent citizens, jammed by hundreds into covered boats, and sunk, shrieking, to the bottom of the deep river. The longer I read the heart-sickening details of these cruelties, perpetrated by demonical atheists in the name of liberty, the more did my head grow dizzy and my blood run cold at the contemplation of so much wickedness and so much suffering. I could almost see the forms of the murdered, and hear them as they ascended from their gory beds, shrieking to heaven for vengeance upon their murderers.

I laid the book down. The night was nearly half gone. Every thing around me was still as death. Not even a cricket chirped on the hearth, nor did a beetle’s low whir break the solemn silence. I heard nothing to indicate life or motion, but the pulsations of my own heart. Outside, the night was intensely dark and sultry. Dank vapors brooded over the earth. I held my candle out of the window, .but could see nothing except the branches of a golden willow tree that grew by the window.

I resumed my seat and fell into a train of musings. Gloomy and tragical thoughts ran through my mind. I reflected on the folly, the wickedness and the misery of my fellow creatures. Human life, (thought I), must appear to an atheist as a thing of no consequence; blood as merely a red liquor, thoughts and feelings as nothing more than changes of action in the electric fluid, and death as the stoppage of a worn-out or disordered machine. But man has a spirit within him, which outlives the body. That immortal part of our nature, when it leaves its house of’ clay, carries with it the memory and the feelings of its former life in the body. If it went forth imbued with earthly affections, and unprepared for spiritual enjoyments, it would desire still to hover about the place of its former abode. And who knows whether it may not be permitted sometimes to do so, – to punish itself by frequenting the scene of pleasures now lost forever, and by seeing others enjoy there the warm life it loved and has lost. So, as the living go to renew their grief at the tombs of the dead, the dead may, for aught that we know, haunt the abodes of the living, to torment themselves with vain regrets for enjoyments past, and fruitless remorse for sins yet to be atoned for.

From this train of thought I was suddenly startled by the sharpest, the most ear-piercing cry that I had ever heard. I knew it instantly to be a cry, – quick and momentary, as a stroke of lightning: but what could have uttered it, was past conjecture. I knew of no earthly creature’s voice, that could make a sound so quick, and penetrating; nor could I distinctly characterize it as a scream, a shriek, or a screech. Nor could I have told where it originated. It seemed to have been uttered close to my ear, and I would have been sure that it was, had any living or moving form appeared, when I looked suddenly around me. But no such thing was visible. All things remained as they were before, motionless and silent as death. I was frightened and perplexed. It seemed that the ghost was present; and knowing my thoughts, had shrieked an answer to the question then on my mind.

With tingling nerves and palpitating heart, I sat still and watched for some development of the mystery. For a long time, as I thought, – but perhaps not so very long, – I saw nothing, and heard nothing more. My nervous agitation began to subside, but my mental perplexity rather increased. In vain did I try to conceive what could have uttered that sound.

At last I was startled again by the repetition of the cry, as quick and shrill, but not quite so strong as before. Now, it did not seem so strange and unearthly as in the first instance. Me- thought that I had heard something similar in former times. Now too, I perceived that it issued from the darkness outside. I was not kept long in suspense. In a few seconds, the sharp cry was succeeded by sounds less shrill and less equivocal, – namely by
the uh-huh-h-hoo of my old acquaintance – Minerva’s bird of wisdom – the owl. Probably my light had drawn him near to the window, on his silent flight; and as nothing to alarm him appeared, he perched himself upon a bough of the willow tree by the window to gaze at the candle. Not knowing what to make of this dazzling object, and perhaps intending to frighten it, if this light should conceal an enemy, he uttered that terribly startling sound.

Well was it for me, that he gave me a repetition of the cry, and wound it up with that unmistakable token of his owlship, the uh-huh-h-hoo; or I should to this day have been unable to solve the mystery of that frightful screech, shot into my ear, that lonely and silent midnight, when I was thinking of murder, of death, and of Alderson’s ghost, in the room where he died. I could hardly have supposed, however, that stammering George’s ghost could have finished such an utterance at a single stroke. Had I known as little of owls as of ghosts I would sooner have supposed the stammerer to have been the author of the uh-huh-h-hoo.

Sources and Further Reading:
Southern Literary Messenger; Volume 23, Issue 1. July 1856 (pp 50-54)
WV Historical Magazine Quarterly, April 1902. 'The Ruffners' by Dr. W.H. Ruffner
Col. George Alderson's Family History. Long Ago and Far Away Blog