Ouija Board Weather

 

Brrrr....!

The tri-state is still largely buried under snow and suffering through below freezing temperatures. Winter Storm Blair really kicked our butt, but I'm lucky to say that I've been safe and warm at home, with plenty to eat and plenty to keep me occupied. 

More snow could be coming Monday, but the forecast keeps changing. As of right now, it doesn't look like it'll be much, but this weekend could be another story. Sometimes I think that the meteorologists trying to predict these snowstorms, as well as many other weather-related events, would be just as much, if not MORE accurate if they stopped using fancy DOPLER radar and other technology and just went back to basics (basics in this case meaning something a little different). 

In this photo, found on the Talking Board Historical Society website, two members of the United States Weather Bureau use a Magic 8 Ball and a Ouija Board. The photo is dated 1965. Maybe these two just got bored on the job and wanted to play a parlour game. Maybe they thought their station was haunted and wanted to connect with the spirits therein. Or, maybe...they were using these tools to predict what Mother Nature had in store for us all! 

Disappearing Lady of Mount Hope: A Friday Fright Bite

Approximately where the ghostly woman 
would end her pilgrimage.
Source: Coal Heritage Trail Clio Article

When Mrs. Leona May Harvey Parks walked into columnist Shirley Donnelly's office to get a book signed, I'm guessing she didn't expect the two would end up discussing ghost stories! But, when Donnelly realized that Mrs. Parks had lived in Mount Hope (Fayette County) for a number of years, he asked her to clarify some information on a spooky sighting in the area.

According to Mrs. Parks, the sightings began around 1909-1910. Multiple witnesses reported that when walking south along Main Street, they'd notice a woman walking in front of them. This woman would only appear on a stretch of road between the Christian Church and the steps that led off the street to the railroad tracks (approximately where the block of coal sat at the time of this telling). 

As soon as the ghostly woman reached that top step, she would simply vanish. If anyone were brave enough to try to touch her, her ghostly form would "slither away" and vanish. She was never seen elsewhere in town, and she was always headed south. Mrs. Parks noted that no one had any theory as to who the phantom could be, or why she chose to repeat this route, over and over. 

I think it's important to note that during the time of these sightings, Mount Hope was nearly completely destroyed by fire. On the morning of March 24, 1910, fire started in the Lewis & Houcks Saloon on Main Street. (THIS BLOG has a wonderful collection of articles and information on the fire.) Within a few hours, the majority of businesses along this stretch were gone, and countless residents were left homeless. Was this woman in some way connected to this tragic fire, perhaps as a harbinger of doom? Or was she the spirit of some unknown person whose life was taken in the blaze? Although the newspapers of the time claim that there were no fatalities, it is possible that an unknown woman in town was missed....

Beckley Post Herald
8 December 1973

Path of Ghost through
Mount Hope

Dr. Humphreys and the Civil War Ape

1920 was an interesting year for those living in Pocahontas, Greenbrier, and Monroe Counties. From October through December, multiple newspapers reported multiple eye-witness accounts of what was originally called an 'ape, baboon, gorilla, wild man, or terror' by the Shepherdstown Register. What was believed to be an escaped gorilla with a broken chain around its neck was chiefly seen around Black Mountain, and also around Flat Mountain. Witnesses, including a woman who claimed the beast tried to get inside her house, were pretty sure it was a half-tame gorilla, around 6 feet tall, 350lbs, with reddish-blackish fur. So, nothing paranormal to see here, right?

Right, but the widespread interest in these events sparked a rather interesting story to come to light. On December 31, 1920, the Greenbrier Independent published a very strange tale from the revered Dr. Milton Humphreys. After a lengthy biography of Humphreys, the newspaper reprinted the story as told to the Monroe Watchman. It comes from when Humphreys served the Confederacy with Bryan's Battery and was encamped near Princeton, WV, although the sightings themselves seem to come from an area of nearby Virginia known as the Narrows of the New River. I'm not sure what the heck these witnesses saw, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't an escaped gorilla...

Here's that portion of the article in his own words:

"In the fall of 1863 the 36th and 60th Va. Regiments and Bryan's Battery were encamped at Princeton. Sergeant A.A. McAllister and Corporal James F. Clark, both of whom were from Covington, obtained furloughs. McAllister took his horse with him and they rode time about. When they returned to camp they told me that they had seen a panther. Questioning them as to the details I saw that it could not have been a panther. They stated that they had never seen a panther before and merely inferred that this was one because they had never seen an animal like it. Their description of it will be given presently.

A year and several months afterwards, in the mid-winter of 1864-5 the 13th Battallion Va. Artillery, consisting of Bryan's, Chapmans, and Lowry's Batteries, was in winter quarters just above the Narrows of New River on the Left Bank. There were two men in Bryan's Battery named Weaver----Aylette and John C. One of these, I'm not sure which (not that I have forgotten the men, but only which was John and which was Aylette) was telling ghost stories one night as actual facts. I ridiculed him for even believing in ghosts, and he challenged me to go with him only two or three miles before day and promised to show me a ghost or supernatural being between early dawn and sunrise. I promptly accepted the challenge, but Weaver changed his mind and said he would not go unless there were several men in the party and some arms. There were several men in the cabin and Weaver proceeded to narrate what we would witness if we would go with him. (Just here I should say that he had previously served in the cavalry and had only recently been transferred to the artillery.) Without pretending to reproduce his actual words, I shall give their substance using the first personal pronoun to denote him. 

'You know,' he said, 'down just below the Narrows there begins a stretch of level land about a mile long and maybe a quarter of a mile wide at the middle tapering off to a point at the lower end where the road starts up the mountain. It is bounded on the right by the river and on the left by a mountain or bluff. About two years ago, the cavalry command to which I belonged was stationed here to guard the Narrows and a picket of several men was kept at the lower end of this strip of level land to watch the road where it comes down the mountain. I was several times on this duty and witnessed what I am going to tell. Regularly between early dawn and broad day, and between sunset and dark one or the other of two things happened. One of them was as follows: We would hear a great rumbling up in the mountain and presently a man on a horse would come down through the woods and descend the bluff almost vertically, across the road, pass along by a big log making the earth tremble all the while, until they reached a bunch of alders beside the log and there they suddenly vanished just as a light goes out. The other thing that happened sometimes was this: We would hear the same awful rumbling, and instead of a man and a horse, a beast would appear and pursue the same course till he reached the road, and then he would sit down as a dog sits, in a certain fence corner, always the same one, for fifteen or twenty minutes, then he would go to the log and walk on it till he reached the bunch of alders, when he would suddenly vanish. He was the most terrible thing I ever saw---rough, bony, knotty, of a tawny color, and his head and face just enough like a man's to make him perfectly horrible. Once a large number of men waited for him with loaded carbines; but when he came making the earth tremble at every step, no man dared to fire on him.'

Such was Weaver's story. McAllister was in camp and I am fairly sure Clark was also. I went at once and brought them (certainly McAllister) and questioned them without their knowing anything about Weaver's story, and brought out the fact that the animal they saw was sitting in a fence corner looking across the road and was exactly as Weaver had described him, and that the place was the same. I asked what time of day it was when they passed the animal, and brought out the fact that the sun had just set and they were hastening to reach the ford a mile away before darkness set in. 

A great storm came that night and next day when we were trying our one small arm, an Enfield rifle, it burst in the hands of young John E. Lewis hurting him severely. Before we could procure other arms the drivers (including Weaver) were sent home with their horses. Before they returned, Richmond fell, and the Battalion marched to Dublin. Our guns had been left in Lynchburg. 

I have no theory as to what the animal was that McAllister and Clark saw, nor how the remarkable agreement between the facts and part of Weaver's story is to be explained; only I am sure that there was no collusion among the men concerned.

Milton W. Humphreys

Monroe Watchman"

Greenbrier Independent
31 December 1920

The Haunted Hatfield Cemetery

Levisa Hatfield, wife of Devil Anse

Even those far removed from the tri-state area are familiar with one of the most famous feuds in history: The Hatfields vs. McCoys. With such a long and violent history, there has to be more than a few ghost stories associated with these two warring families, and one such story in particular involves the final resting place of much of the Hatfield clan.

Located in the Sarah Ann area of Logan County, the Hatfield family cemetery sits high up on a hill. Overlooking generations of Hatfields stands an imposing statue of William Anderson "Devil Anse" Hatfield, the family patriarch. The statue faces Island Creek and is oriented with his back "forever turned upon the Tug Fork Country and the McCoys".

"Devil Anse" was born on September 9, 1839. The reason for his colorful nickname is unknown, but plenty of theories have been put forth, including it being a testament to his bravery during his service to the Confederate Army during the Civil War. As part of his allegiance to the cause, Devil Anse helped found a group of Home Guards, known as the Logan Wildcats, to protect the Tug Fork area. This group was responsible for the murder of a member of the McCoy family, home on medical leave from the Union. Although relations between the two families were already rocky, this act of violence further fueled the feud.

Hatfield Family Cemetery ca 1925
Source: WV History on View

After the war, Devil Anse bought up some land in the area, and became prominent in the timber business...as well as in the illegal moonshining business. Meanwhile, the feud between the families raged on, resulting in his being complicit in several additional murders of McCoys.  On September 23, 1911 he publicly tried to turn his image around and was baptized by the famous mountain preacher, William Garrett in nearby Island Creek. 

On January 6, 1921, Devil Anse succumbed to pneumonia in his Sarah Ann home. But, even the grave couldn't keep ol' Devil Anse down. 

It is said that on dark and foggy nights, the spirit of Devil Anse steps down off his tombstone pedestal and rallies his men, mainly his nine sons, and makes his way down the hillside. Drivers going past the cemetery have seen a group of men congregating by the small bridge near the cemetery sign. Here, the spirits await William Garrett to also arise from his grave, where he baptizes them in the small creek. Upon their posthumous baptism, washing away their sins, the spirits disappear, only to repeat the process over and over through time.

Sources and Further Reading:

Devil Anse Hatfield Wikipedia

WV Ghosts and Legends

Find-a-Grave: Hatfield Family Cemetery

Jessie Starcher: A WV State Pen Tragedy

Beckley Post-Herald
03 October 1951

Jessie/Jesse James Starcher was barely out of his teens when he was sent to the West Virginia State Penitentiary at Moundsville. The coal driller from Richwood, WV was found guilty of grand larceny/forgery and sentenced to serve 2 to 10 years in the penitentiary. 

However, prison life didn't seem to suit Mr. Starcher. Although he was a trusted enough prisoner to join a prison road camp, on May 1, 1949, Mr. Starcher walked away from that camp, which was located just outside of Charleston, WV. For over a month, Starcher wandered from state to state. On June 5, he was arrested in Youngstown, OH for public intoxication. With his conscience getting the better of him, he admitted to police that he was an escaped prisoner from WV. Apparently, the officers thought this was merely 'drunk talk,' and sent him on his way, telling him to "go home."

Instead of heading back home to West Virginia, he made his way to Cleveland to visit his sister. The following day, she accompanied him to the police station, again where he attempted to turn himself in to Detectives Michael Gaynor and Carl Roberts. He was held in custody until it was confirmed that yes, he WAS missing from the state penitentiary. He claimed that he escaped because after serving 16 months of his sentence, he was afraid he wouldn't be paroled until 1953.

Unfortunately, none of the news articles I could find explained Starcher's thought process. He was originally sentenced from 2 to 10 years. That means he only had eight months to go before the lower end of his sentence was up. He was obviously trusted enough that he was put on work detail in another part of the state! Why did he panic...and why was he so scared of that arbitrary 'middle' date of 1953? He surely had to know that should he be caught, an escape attempt would not fare well for his case. 

Whatever his reasoning, Starcher was sent back to the WV State Penitentiary. On October 2, 1951, however, he would attempt a different method of escape. That morning, he attended his regular on-site work detail but asked to go to his cell early because he wasn't feeling well. When a guard checked on him 45 minutes later, he was found in his South Hall cell, hanging from his belt. The time of death listed on his death certificate was 12:05pm. 

Jesse James Starcher was sent home to Richwood to be buried. Born September 30, 1928, he was the son of Leonard Starcher. 

The Plain Dealer (Cleveland, OH)
07 June 1949

Death Certificate for Jesse James Starcher
WV State Archives

Mercer School Spirits

Mercer School ca 1914
Source: WV History on View

Charleston's first Mercer School building was constructed around 1888 at the corner of Washington Street East and Brooks Street. Just before it was torn down in 1925 to make room for the new (the third and last) Charleston High School, the Charleston Daily Mail ran a short, light-hearted piece about the 'spasmodic' return of the school's ghosts. It seems that several years prior, the city was on high alert, both from being just a short time post-WWI and also because Charleston had been experiencing a rash of 'firebugs,' who had been responsible for several area fires. 

So, when strange, flickering lights were observed in Mercer Hall, and then sporadically throughout the building in the late hours of the night, it was believed to be intruders. Later, the assumption would turn to it being the fault of some ghosts, or 'hants.' 

The article notes that the flickering lights were again being seen and could be the ghosts' way of saying goodbye to the building before being torn down. However, it's pretty obvious that to the author at least, there was no real paranormal activity at play. The ghostly phenomenon had a tendency to cease whenever investigated and not show up for long intervals in between 'hauntings.'  And while there's probably a lot of truth in that belief, I personally would like to think that the creepy old castle-like building, covered in ivy, WAS haunted, like so many other schools tend to be. 

The land where the Mercer School once stood is now located behind the Clay Center, across from CAMC General. It is unknown whether or not the spooky light show continued with the new high school, or if paranormal activity is still present within the halls of the current on-site buildings. 

*The website, My WV Home, has a great collection of photographs, articles, and other information regarding the first Mercer School. Check it out HERE.*

The Charleston Daily Mail
10 January 1925

 

1912 Sanborn Fire Map
Mercer School Circled in Red

Current Map
Approximate Location of Mercer School Circled in Red

Terror on Temple Street (A Hinton Haunted House)

Dr. Stokes' Office on Temple Street (1922)
Source: WV History on View
(Note: I don't know if this is the house in question, or not)

I have a special affinity for the Hinton, WV area. My grandma grew up there before moving to Beckley as a teenager, and as far as I know, I've still got plenty of distant relatives in town and throughout Summers County. When I was growing up, she always told me ghost stories passed down from her family, some of which actually took place nearby. So, I always get a little excited when I come across evidence of Hinton's spooky history and often wonder if my grandma and her family talked about such tales.

Recently, I stumbled across this haunted house story from Temple Street in Hinton. The Hinton Daily News covered the haunted happenings it its February 27, 1925, edition. According to the reports, two days earlier, there was a disturbance at the Temple Street home of Dr. J.W. Stokes and his wife. On Wednesday, February 25, the couple was awakened by unexplained noises. Dr. Stokes got up to check, and the door violently flew open without the aid of human hands. 

Shutting and bolting the door closed had no effect on the ghostly intruder, as the door once again flew open, and a cold draft blasted through the window, which the couple knew was closed tight. But that wasn't all. The beds, which were on casters, suddenly began moving on their own.  This was enough for Dr and Mrs. Stokes. They fled the home and sought shelter at a local hotel. 

Locals weren't surprised, as this wasn't the first time renters of the Temple Street home had fled in terror. In fact, before the Stokes had moved in, less than a month before, the home had sat empty for 6 months. Many believed that the home was haunted by a young woman named Margaret Ann Youell who took her own life in the same home two and a half years prior. 

Hinton High School Yearbook
Photo from Find-a-Grave user, E.M. Smith

On Thursday, June 8, 1922, 18-year-old Margaret (sometimes known as Sallie) was at home with her family. She had spent much of the day in her bedroom but seemed in good spirits as she joined her mother and sister out on the front porch for a bit. However, around 8pm, Margaret headed back inside. She grabbed a revolver and shot herself in the chest, the bullet traveling straight to her heart. She passed away a few minutes later in her bedroom. A physician was called, but there was nothing that could be done. Dr. G.L. Pence was by her side as she took her last breath. A large crowd gathered at the home, including Squire W.F. Argabright, who declared the young woman dead. No inquest was needed.

Margaret, born on November 28, 1903, had been a student at Hinton High School's Normal School program, having graduated the regular academic program the year before. She reportedly had many friends and was generally seen as a sweet, cheerful, intelligent girl. No motive was ever given for the horrible deed, but it was surmised that undisclosed family problems were likely. One version of her obituary hints that rumors were flying as to the reason why, but that most Hintonians most likely knew the probable cause, and they'd leave it at that. Kinda cryptic...

The funeral was held at First Baptist Church, and Margaret was buried in Hill Top Cemetery. She was survived by her parents, H.P. and Daisy Youell, her sister Nelle, and her brothers, Harry and James. Whether or not Margaret chose to stay in her Temple Street home after her death is speculation. What is fact is that a young, vibrant life was taken too soon in an act that would have a lasting impact on her community. 

*If you are experiencing thoughts of depression and/or self-harm, there is help available. A good place to start is calling/texting/chatting with the 988 Hotline. Please remember that you are loved, you are enough, and you're worth fighting for.*

I thought this was the end of the story, but while researching a completely different case later the same evening, I stumbled across a rather tongue in cheek follow-up. On March 18th, the Hinton Daily News published a story that a detachment of volunteer officers and privates of Company E, 150th Infantry, based in Princeton, WV were planning an investigation of the haunted house. Remarks such as Captain Tyler having knee pads made to prevent his knees from knocking together, and Lieutenant McMichel buying Royal glue from the 10 cent store to keep his hair down made it obvious that this was not a serious inquiry into the matter at hand. I've included a clipping of that newspaper below, as well as the rest of the relevant news stories. 

Hinton Daily News
18 March 1925

Hinton Daily News
27 February 1925

Hinton Daily News
9 June 1922

The Independent Herald
15 June 1922

Dr. Stokes Prepares to Move to Hinton
a Few Weeks Before Incident
Hinton Daily News (6 February 1925)

Dr. Stokes Moves Out of Hinton
a Few Weeks AFTER Incident
The Independent Herald (12 March 1925)

The Flaybrick Clown Ghost

Female Pierrot Clowns
Source

Clowns are scary. Even those without coulrophobia can admit that clowns, especially ones popping up when and where they obviously don't belong, are at the very least, unnerving. But what happens when those creepy clowns are...ghosts?

It all started on Thursday, June 3, 1937. Mourners were gathered at the Flaybrick Cemetery in Birkenhead, England. They were there to lay to rest Charles Fry, a pilot who was killed a few days earlier at the start of the London to I.O.M. air race. However, before the coffin was lowered into the plot, a lady in attendance noticed that the wrong grave had been opened. The grave was that of Fry's uncle, not the family plot in which he was supposed to be interred. 

With the mistake caught, grave diggers got busy opening the correct grave. Many of the mourners decided to call it a day, but a handful waited the two hours it took to remedy the mistake and pay their last respects to the deceased. This much of the story is true. It was even noted in several local papers. What those same papers failed to include was the horrific scene that was said to take place during that two hour wait. 

A woman showed up, dressed as a Pierrot clown. She laughed and joked and even mocked the undertaker's mistake. The remaining mourners couldn't believe that this obvious lunatic would act so disrespectfully at a burial ceremony, and tried to chase her away. Oddly, she disappeared and then reappeared behind tombstones in another section of the cemetery. Before leaving she even threw urns and flowers at the mourners. 

One of the gravediggers, an older man, addressed the mourners. What they witnessed wasn't an insane, living woman. What they had witnessed was a ghost, and he had seen her before, back in 1910 dressed in the same costume. 

The legend of the Flaybrick Ghost Clown would not be put to rest with Mr. Fry that summer day in 1937. She would be seen at least twice more in the 1990's. In the summer of 1995, a group of teenagers stuck over the cemetery wall late one night to play hide-and-seek. A fourteen year old girl was hiding behind a large, marble cross when she saw a shadow approaching. The shadow belonged to a woman, about 5'7'' wearing a white silk clown suit with pink pom poms and matching cap. Her face was caked thick with white makeup.

The clown lady swore at the girl to stay away from her grave. Understandably, the girl tried to take off running, but tripped and fell. It was then that she felt a gloved hand around her throat. She got loose and was able to run off and flee the cemetery with her friends following behind.

The following year, a news reporter and photographer were driving past the cemetery in order to cover a story about a local dam that was leaking. Over the top of the high cemetery wall leapt a woman dressed as a clown, running directly in front of their vehicle. The driver avoided hitting the woman, but nearly crashed in the process, as the clown easily leapt back over the 6 foot tall cemetery wall. Seeing the accident, an older gentleman came over and told the news crew that they had just witnessed the Flaybrick Clown Woman. No, she wasn't insane; she was dead. 

Sometimes seen playing a guitar or ukelele, the clown is always dressed the same in her old-fashioned Pierrot clown garb. Locals and researchers alike have tried to identify the clown lady, but to no avail. The legend of the Flaybrick Clown remains unsolved. At best, she's a rather rude ghost who will interrupt a funeral with jokes, laughter, and unsolicited ukelele music. At worst, she's a menace to society, causing car crashes and throttling teenagers.   Whichever version of her behavior you get, you have to admit that it's creepy AF. 

Sources and Further Reading:

Flaybrick Memorial Gardens Website

The Clown Ghost of Flaybrick YouTube (BouncyClown)

Burials and Beyond

Haunted Wirrel with Tom Slemen (Wirrel Globe, 07 March 2018)

Liverpool Echo
3 June 1937

The Brown Hotel's Resident Ghost

Brown Hotel Entrance
August 2024

Last summer, a small faction of SRI members embarked on a trip to Louisville, Kentucky for an investigation of the infamous Waverly Hills Sanitorium. We decided to make the most out of our time and cram in as much spooky fun as we could, including taking a ghost tour of downtown with Mr. Robert Parker of Louisville Ghost Walks. 

Our tour met in front of the opulent old Brown Hotel. After brief introductions and an overview of Louisville in general, our spooky stories kicked off with the hotel itself. The Brown Hotel opened for business on October 25, 1923. It's owner, businessman John Graham Brown, had sunk over $4 million into making the 16 story hotel a showplace of elegance and refinement. But, with many businesses, the good times would come and go over the years. 

After several years of prosperity, the Great Depression (along with Prohibition) hit the hotel hard, and it stayed afloat thanks to staff members willing to forego their wages. The 1940's and 1950's were a bit easier, as the hotel hosted quite a few servicemen during the war, and became THE place for traveling celebrities and dignitaries to stay during the Kentucky Derby. However, the city as a whole began to decline in the 1960's and 1970's. 

Brown Hotel
August 2024

Throughout this whole time, John Graham Brown continued to live on the 15th floor penthouse suite of his beloved hotel. He frequented the on-site restaurant, where the famous Hot Brown sandwich was invented in 1926, and enjoyed gazing down on the 2-story lobby from the mezzanine, sometimes with binoculars. Always by his side was his little dog, Woozem, who he saved from a traveling circus that wished to get rid of him. 

Brown passed away on March 20, 1969, and the hotel closed two years later. For several years, it was owned by the public school board, and housed offices. That wouldn't be the end of the Brown Hotel forever, though. In the early 1980's, a downtown restoration project was underway, and the old hotel was renovated and reopened as a Hilton Hotel. In 1993, the hotel was sold again and further renovations restored it to (almost) its former glory, and since at least 2006 has once again been known as the Brown Hotel. 

As those of us in the paranormal community are all too familiar, renovations tend to stir up paranormal activity, and it seems as if Mr. Brown was definitely stirred up at the idea of his beloved hotel coming back to life. Of all the ghost sightings and reports of paranormal activity from this location, all seem to be caused directly by Mr. Brown (sometimes accompanied by Woozem) himself. It started with his old penthouse suite...

"Mr. Ghost Walker" Robert Parker

Employees noticed that the elevators would mysteriously tend to open up on the unoccupied 15th floor where Mr. Brown lived for so many years. Further, even though the room was not open to the public, footsteps would be observed tracking through the dust, even appearing when it was confirmed no one had been in the area but the witness! In addition, people on the floor below would complain that someone above them was either moving furniture or walking noisily throughout the empty suite.

Phantom cigar smoke is often smelled, especially in the days leading up to the Kentucky Derby. But, most shockingly, Mr. Brown has been seen by multiple witnesses at multiple times throughout the hotel and grounds. He tends to favor the mezzanine, where he can still keep an eye out on his hotel, but he's also been seen in and around the hotel restaurant where he'd take his daily meals, as well as other locations. Mr. Brown has a rather distinct appearance, so to those seeing him, there's no mistaking him, especially when the ghost of his little dog accompanies him. 

Mr. Brown and Woozem

So, the next time you're in downtown Louisville, stop in at the haunted and historic Brown Hotel. Have a Hot Brown sandwich, lounge for a bit in the massive lobby, and most importantly, keep your eyes open for a short, stout man accompanied by a little dog. You might just be one of the lucky visitors to meet the hotel's owner for yourself!

Sources and Further Reading:

Haunted Louisville and Haunted Louisville 2 by Robert Parker

Wikipedia: Brown Hotel

Louisville Ghost Walks, Hosted by Robert Parker

*The Brown Hotel isn't the only haunted hotel in downtown Louisville! Check out Theresa's blog on the Seelbach Hotel, haunted by a beautiful lady in blue.*

Catching Bigfoot in Oregon

Photo by Lee Juillerat

Decades before the Mountain Monsters crew roamed the Appalachians, building traps and searching for elusive cryptids, such as the Grafton Monster, Mothman, and the Dire Wolves, a group from the Pacific Northwest was hoping it's DIY trap would finally bring proof that the infamous Sasquatch was real!

It started with a miner named Perry Lovell. After finding 18 inch footprints in his garden, he got in contact with Roger Patterson of the Patterson-Gimlin Bigfoot footage fame. Patterson reached out to filmmaker Ron Olson, who in turn reached out to the forestry service and received a special permit. This permit wasn't for filming, however. It was a permit to build what was presumably the world's first (and only?) Bigfoot TRAP.

The trap, located within the Rogue River-Siskiyou National Forest, was built in 1974. It is a ten foot by ten foot wooden and metal box, anchored to the ground with telephone poles. A strong, heavy metal grate acts as a door. The idea behind the design was to bait the trap with a carcass of goat, rabbit, etc. When the Bigfoot would enter the trap and reach for the bait, the metal door would slam down, trapping it inside. At the same time, an alarm would sound in a nearby watchman's cabin.

For six years, members of the North American Wildlife Research Team kept the trap baited and the watchman's cabin manned. Unfortunately, it only managed to trap a few bears, and possibly a hunter and/or a hippie. When the project was abandoned in 1980, the door was bolted into a permanently open position to avoid any people becoming accidentally trapped. 

However, people still made the trek to visit this unique little building, to see a piece of weird history and hopefully have their own encounter with a Sasquatch. Located in southern Jackson County, just a few miles from the California border, the Bigfoot trap continued to receive visitors. After nearly being destroyed by a fallen tree in 2005, plans were made to restore the trap in 2006. Since then, the trap is maintained by the US Forestry Service and continues to receive visitors. Once in a remote area of woods, the trap is now quite accessible, thanks to the building of the Applegate Dam and road. It is a short hike along the Collings Mountain Hiking Trail, which also contains the ruins of the old watchman's cabin as well. 

Bigfoot tourists here in West Virginia have several great outdoor areas to visit where Bigfoot have been seen and heard in the past. For those a little less outdoorsy, there's the WV Bigfoot Museum in Sutton. But, what we don't have is our very own permanent Bigfoot trap! 

Sources and Further Reading:

Bigfoot Trap--Wonderfully Weird, by Lee Juillerat for the Herald and News. 29 September 2017

Oregon Hikers

Roadside America

US Forest Service

The Happy Haradashi

 

Image by Matthew Meyer

Happy New Year! Welcome to 2025, my spooky friends! Today is a day to celebrate the possibilities that another year brings, and it's my personal mission to make this year as positive and happy as possible. Therefore, we're kicking off the first blog post of 2025 with a happy lil' Japanese yokai known as the Haradashi.

Too many ghosts and other supernatural beings get a reputation for being sad and mopey, or even being terrifying or menacing to those who witness them. But, the Haradashi is the opposite. She doesn't wish to be a negative influence on the human world; rather, she just wants to bring joy to those who need it most. 

The Haradashi can take on several physical forms. She can appear as an elderly nun, or a goofy-looking female 'monster' with long, black hair. Sometimes, she's nothing more than just a headless torso. However, one thing never changes---on the Haradashi's huge belly is a large, comical face. 

Those who are sad and lonely, especially those who are at home drowning their sorrows in a bottle of saki, may be paid a visit by the cheerful yokai. If you offer a Haradashi a drink, they will happily accept, and then reward you with an elaborately hilariously belly-dance and fill you with renewed hope. If desperate enough, you don't have to wait around for the Haradashi to come to you. You may also find Haradashi at certain temples. Here, they will invite you in for shelter and a warm meal, and again cheer you up with that belly face.

I hope 2025 is a fun, positive year for you, and that you won't ever require the services of the Haradashi. But, if you find yourself feeling a little down in the dumps, I hope you remember that you are enough and that you matter. You deserve the best life has to offer...including a personal belly-dance by a headless torso. 

Sources and Further Reading:

Yokai.com: Haradashi