Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Higgins House, Murray, Ky.
The Higgins House is a beautiful little jewel of a Victorian house located next to the Murray Calloway County Library. This historic home has been a private residence, an appartment building, and a public meeting room. I have held several meetings and training meetings for my paranormal investigation team in the house, which boasts a basement, main floor, and an upper floor with a small turret room.
A magazine did a photo shoot and interview there with my team. The writer asked about any experiences we had there, and one of our members told how he heard a voice in that room say "Get out... get out NOW!". While I was telling relatives about our photo shoot, one girl said, "Oh yeah... I'll never go there, it's haunted. My mother and I were there when I was younger. I was in the little round room upstairs, when something grabbed me! I ran downstairs, and told my mother, 'We have to leave... NOW.' I'll never go back."
The Ghost At C.C. Cohen
This well known Paducah restaurant is at the Cohen Building. It was built around 1865, and in it's many incarnations has been a clothing store, a dry goods store, and, in 1914, the R.L Peacher Liquor Dealers and the Rehkopf Distilling Company.
The Cohen Family owned the corner from around 1921 until 1980, when the last member of the Cohen family, Stella Cohen Peine, died upstairs in her apartment.
For years it was open as a beautiful restaurant known as C.C. Cohen's. It is currently under new ownership, and called Shandies.
Workers, as well as guests report odd occurances that they attribute to Stella. People report chairs mysteriously moving themselves, salt and pepper shakers being tipped over, lights flickering, cold spots, strange movements in mirrors and brass, and also glasses falling from parts of the bar. Many people claim to have photos of the building showing a lady peering out an upstairs window in an area that is used for storage, and not open to the public. Real? Or imagination. You decide!
Thursday, April 5, 2012
ghost of cracker barrel
We hadn't been in our mobile home very long when we came home to find the back door open. Now at that time we didn't keep the door locked as there weren't any back steps. This occurred about 3 times over the months we had been there, and as we have small grandchildren, we started to keep the door locked, both with the knob and the dead bolt, at all times. One night we were at Cracker Barrel sitting with hubby's ex and her boyfriend talking about things that were happening at the trailer. Our son was at the trailer with his two children when one of the children saw the back door was open. When their dad went to check the door it was unlocked and wide open! He then called my husband on his cell phone and said "There's something strange going on here. The back door is unlocked and open and no one here did it!" We've since had more odd things happen.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Asbury Cemetery
Asbury Cemetery, in Calloway County, has long had a reputation for being haunted. The huge, old hemlock trees, and dark shadows, even on sunny days, just adds to the eerie feeling of the cemetery.
One day many years ago, a young man was walking home after a long day working in the fields. He decided, as he often did, to save time by taking a shortcut through the cemetery, no doubt lured by the prospect of a cool walk through the shady rows of tombstones on a hot, dusty summer afternoon. As he wove his way through the stones, he looked up to see a neighbor walking towards him. Not an unusual sight, as those were the days when most people walked whenever they went from place to place in their neighborhood.
As they drew nearer, the shy young man nodded his head, and murmured a "How-do?" as they drew abreast. As they passed the young man, slowed, as he realized the lady he just saw had been buried just a week or so before. He had even been to her funeral! He glanced back, but the woman was no where to be seen. He hurried through the cemetery, and on home, where he burst into his house, and shakily announced, "Don't ever bury me at Asbury Cemetery. That place is haunted!"
One day many years ago, a young man was walking home after a long day working in the fields. He decided, as he often did, to save time by taking a shortcut through the cemetery, no doubt lured by the prospect of a cool walk through the shady rows of tombstones on a hot, dusty summer afternoon. As he wove his way through the stones, he looked up to see a neighbor walking towards him. Not an unusual sight, as those were the days when most people walked whenever they went from place to place in their neighborhood.
As they drew nearer, the shy young man nodded his head, and murmured a "How-do?" as they drew abreast. As they passed the young man, slowed, as he realized the lady he just saw had been buried just a week or so before. He had even been to her funeral! He glanced back, but the woman was no where to be seen. He hurried through the cemetery, and on home, where he burst into his house, and shakily announced, "Don't ever bury me at Asbury Cemetery. That place is haunted!"
Monday, April 25, 2011
RiverPark Center, Owensboro, Ky.
One night in 1927 a woman, despondent, jumped to her death from the catwalk over the river. Forced to replay her death over and over, many times at night visitors see a woman, her white, water soaked clothing shining in the night, walk to the edge of the catwalk suddenly fade away.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
The Russellville Girl
The small, historic town of Russellville lies in Logan County in Kentucky. Settled in 1790, it was, over the years, called Cook's Station, Rogues’ Harbour, and Big Boiling Spring, before finally settling on the name Russellville after General William Russell, a Revolutionary War soldier and frontier leader. Residents are quick to point out the bank robbed by the James' gang in 1868, now used as a residence. Many will also take you to see the area's most interesting house, the site of their most notable resident, the Russellville Girl.
According to folklore, sometime in the 50's.. or maybe many years before.. a young girl, dressed for a party, watched in dismay from an upstairs window while a storm raged outside. Some say she was forbidden by her parents to go out in the storm, and some say her beau stood her up. Filled with teenage fury, she cursed the storm, or God, or her parents, depending on the story you're listening to. Tragically, lightning struck the window, and she was killed. Afterward, they say, her image was etched into the glass of the window. As stories of the phenomena spread throughout the state, visitors showed up to see the ghostly image in the glass. Some say the glass was even replaced, but to no avail. The image remained. The family reportedly boarded up the window and painted over the glass to deter curiosity seekers. The house remains today, now the residence of the caretaker of the nearby Maple Grove Cemetery.
According to folklore, sometime in the 50's.. or maybe many years before.. a young girl, dressed for a party, watched in dismay from an upstairs window while a storm raged outside. Some say she was forbidden by her parents to go out in the storm, and some say her beau stood her up. Filled with teenage fury, she cursed the storm, or God, or her parents, depending on the story you're listening to. Tragically, lightning struck the window, and she was killed. Afterward, they say, her image was etched into the glass of the window. As stories of the phenomena spread throughout the state, visitors showed up to see the ghostly image in the glass. Some say the glass was even replaced, but to no avail. The image remained. The family reportedly boarded up the window and painted over the glass to deter curiosity seekers. The house remains today, now the residence of the caretaker of the nearby Maple Grove Cemetery.
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