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toddatteberry  > The Macabre > Haunted Houses
Places where things go bump in the night, and sometimes during the day.
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toddatteberry > The Grey Lady's Home, Willard Library, Evansville, Indiana
toddatteberry > Places I Will Haunt: The Staircase, Childhood Home, Carmi Illinois I was in high school before I ever slept with the lights off. It's not that I was afraid of the dark. I was afraid of what was in the dark. My dad never would sleep upstairs in our house, and when he's alone he still won't. My sisters originally had the back bedroom, but during a storm one night a certain strange incident which they claimed not to remember, and my mother couldn't explain caused them to vacate that room. Which left it to me, as I was too young to know anything about ghosts or fear anyway. My Granny Bert was the first to see the ghost. Sitting in the living room shortly after we had moved in, she saw the man who used to own the house walk through the living room and out the front door. She wasn't one for ghosts or believing in things you can't touch or see. But she always believed she saw him passing right in front of her. I saw the ghost for the first time just before I turned five. I didn't even know what a ghost was at the time, and didn't know to be afraid. But I knew it was wrong, that it wasn't supposed to be there. As time went on I saw it on other occasions, the most terrifying was as I laid in my bed, with a clear view of the stairs. I knew I was in the house alone, and I knew when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and my mother didn't answer my call, that it was him. All I remember seeing was his arm and his hand on the bannister as he passed where I could see from my door. When the footsteps stopped, I knew he was just outside the door, my only means of escaping my room. Eventually I learned to fear, and so I lay in bed every night, my eyes pinned open, watching and waiting. I never fell asleep, but rather I would be too exhausted to stay awake any longer. Some nights the fear was too great, listening to the noisy silence of the house, the only comfort was the sound of my father snoring. Aside from that I was alone in the world. Many was the night I had to face the terror of rushing from my room, through that door, never knowing what was waiting on the other side. Some nights that's all it took, knowing that nothing was there. And other nights I had to make the descent down the stairs, through the darkness of the hallway to my parent's bedroom and wake up my mother. I knew what her response would be, to tell me that nothing was there, and to go back to bed. But I had to find my way through the darkness anyway, just to be able to say those words ... "Mommy I'm scared."
toddatteberry > Noon Inn Circa 1850. Old Bethpage Village Restoration, New York This building was originally built to be an inn and bar. After it closed down the building was bought and used for storage by another company. During this time sometimes kids would break in to look around and one man actually used the building as a place to sleep. Three teenagers broke in and found him sleeping. He then stabbed and killed the three, one upstairs in the bedroom and the other two downstairs in the hallway. It took some time before their bodies were discovered. A security guard doing rounds caught the man and saw the bodies. The vagrant had items from the three boys on his possession and confessed to their murder. Later on it became a haunted spot of local legend and one girl coming there saw the faces of the three boys in one of the upstairs windows. Supposedly this was spotted on the same night that the vagrant hung himself in jail. This occurred in East Meadow where the house once stood on the corner of East Meadow Ave and Prospect Avenue. NOTE: I've been contacted by the family of the former owners who say that the stories are all false, and they are probably right. Still, they make for great stories.
toddatteberry > Williams House (c. 1860) Old Bethpage Village Restoration, New York This was the home of Henry Williams, a farmer and carpenter, from New Hyde Park. Supposedly a seamstress named Esther resided in the house. There are some large trunks upstairs and they have been heard moving around and upon coming upstairs, are found moved, open, and their contents tossed around. The interpreters had quite a bit of trouble with one of the parlor windows. It was a hot day and two women were working in the house. They opened the window and turned back to the sewing table. The window slammed shut. They put a stick under the window to keep it open. The next time the window shut they came in to see the stick laying on the sewing table. Perplexed hey put the stick under again and walked away. The window shut once again and this time the stick was somehow way out by the garden. Another time two women were in the house cleaning up. They were across the house form each other and one woman picked up a small child size teacup toy. She heard a small voice saying, “Put my teacup down”, which of course she did and left the room very hastily. During preparations for Thanksgiving at the village, the door kept slamming shut. One woman used a fireplace instrument to prop open the door. She turned around and got back to work only to be hit in the head by the same thing she used to prop open the door.
toddatteberry > The Old Citadel c. 1840 Charleston, South Carolina Marion Square, originally known as Citadel Green, was granted to the colony of South Carolina in 1758. In 1790, The South Carolina State Arsenal, now known as the Old Citadel sits on the site of a previous structure, and was built in the 1830s, spurred by the slave revolt led by Denmark Vesey in 1822. In 1842, a military college was established by the state of South Carolina, and was located in the arsenal. The building became known as the Citadel because of it's resemblance to a fort. Citadel cadets fired the first shots of the Civil War, when a union relief vessel attempting to relieve Fort Sumpter in Charleston Harbor was attacked. During the war Union prisoners were housed here, and following the war, federal troops occupied the building until 1881. Classes were resumed in 1822 until the school was moved in 1922. During most of the twentieth century the building housed offices for Charleston County until 1994, when it was renovated and reopened as the Embassy Suites Hotel. Going back some time, there has been sightings of the ghost of a cadet, who appears to be happy, though his appearance is made ghastly by possessing only half a head, as though the other half had been taken off by a cannonball. As a result, certain areas of the hotel remain unvisited by some employees.
toddatteberry > Charleston City Jail Charleston, South Carolina c. 1790-1802. The first buildings were erected on this site in 1738, when the property was used as a workhouse for slaves and a hospital for paupers, vagrants and beggars. Criminals were punished with shackles, chains, whippings, and deprived of food and water. As time went on, the tortures became more extreme, including being burned at the stake, branded, drawn and quartered, and having the ears of criminals nailed to a post until the ear was finally sliced off. Numerous ghosts have been reported here, everything from bare footprints in the dust of the floor, to a black man in ragged clothes seen wandering the halls. The ghost of Lavinia Fisher is said to haunt the halls, where her and her husband John were held during their trial and awaiting hanging from 1819 to 1820. Some of the last of the high seas pirates were held here awaiting the same fate in 1822. Also in 1822, four white men and several hundred free blacks were held here for their part in Denmark Vesey's slave revolt. As a result of that failed plot, all black seamen were required to be kept here while they were ashore. Slaves were quartered here for 20 cents a day until sold, and it housed Union P.O.W.'s during the Civil War. The jail was severely damaged in the earthquake of 1886.
toddatteberry > Charleston's Old Exchange and Provost Dungeon c. 1771 Charleston, South Carolina Charleston's Old Exchange and Provost Dungeon is one of the earliest structures remaining in Charleston. Originally built to facilitate the growing shipping trade, it also served as a public market and meeting place. After a protest in 1774, confiscated tea was stored here, and it was from the steps that Charleston declared it's independence from Britain in March 1776. The British used the building for a barracks after capturing Charleston during the revolution, and following the war a ball was given for George Washington who visited in 1791. Originally the building was along the shore, and parts of the original sea wall of Charleston can be seen here, but over time a few blocks have been created with fill and reclaimed from the sea. The building was badly damaged by Union cannon in the Civil War, and again in an earthquake in 1886. Beneath the building is the dungeon, used to house colonists suspected of aiding the revolution by the British. The sick was held along with the well, and conditions were such that once you went in, the odds were you would never come out. Prisoners were held in heavy iron shackles and left to suffer with no fresh air, contaminated food and water and in the company of rats. As expected, the dungeon has the reputation of being haunted. There have been reports of crying and moaning, as well as chains and lights moving of their own accord.
toddatteberry > Knox Lesesne House, College of Charleston CampusCharleston, South Carolina Reputed to be haunted, this home of a former builder was built about 1846.
toddatteberry > The Haunting of the Stony Brook Gristmill, Stony Brook, New York Read the story here
toddatteberry > The Fire Island Lighthouse In Fog, Robert Moses State Park, Long Island, New York Read the story here
toddatteberry > Ruins of the First Fire Island Lighthouse, Robert Moses State Park, Long Island, New York Read the story here
toddatteberry > Death, Hempstead House, Sands Point, New York
toddatteberry > Detail, Hempstead House, Sands Point, New York
toddatteberry > Glen Cove Manor Glen Cove, New York
toddatteberry > Hatchet Mary's House, Stony Brook, New York Read the story here
The Grey Lady's Home,
Willard Library, Evansville, Indiana
toddatteberry > The Grey Lady's Home, Willard Library, Evansville, Indiana
The Grey Lady's Home,
Willard Library, Evansville, Indiana
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