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This Is Hands-Down the Creepiest House in the …

This Is Hands-Down the Creepiest House in the United States:

As far as we can tell, there aren’t any ghost stories
associated with Carleton Villa — none that made it on to the
internet, anyway. Maybe that’s because there don’t really need to be. The
house’s well-documented history is more than enough on its own to give any
passerby the willies.

Continue reading at Curiosity. 

Security Guard Left Terrified After Seeing G…

Security Guard Left Terrified After Seeing Ghost On Empty Airplane

Francisco Hernandez was finishing his shift when he heard a mysterious noise coming from the plane and went to investigate.

As he shines his torch down the aisle, he sees a shadowy ghostly figure peering around the corner at him.

Who you gonna call? High school resource offic…

Who you gonna call? High school resource officer investigates the paranormal, mentors teens on all things spooky:

Peter Ghrist, the school resource officer for Griffith High School, has led the Griffith High School Paranormal Society since its inception in 2013. Since then the group has done more than 50 investigations in places renowned for their paranormal activity.

Lake of the Red Cedars Museum, Franklin School, Old Lake County Jail, Buckley Homestead, Old Lake County Courthouse, Redar Road, Gypsy’s Graveyard, Inn at Aberdeen, the 1859 Wolcott House and more are among the group’s regular haunts.

It started out with 50 members five years ago and now averages up to 100 members every year. The group is open to those age 15 and older.

Continue reading this article by the Northwest Indiana Times. 

Volunteers to Restore Century-Old African-Amer…

A Safety Harbor woman is a on a mission to honor her
family’s legacy and help others re-connect with lost loved ones.

  • Community to restore century old Whispering
    Souls African 
    American Cemetery
  • Team of volunteers working to mark graves,
    find loved ones
  • Over 130 people buried there, only 20 graves

Jacqueline Hayes along with community friends and
volunteers have been working to restore a more than a century old cemetery that
they’ve named “Whispering Souls African American Cemetery.” 

reading at Spectrum News 9.

Why England Once Forced Everyone to Be Buried …

Why England Once Forced Everyone to Be Buried in Wool:

I solemnly swear
that this dead person was not wrapped in anything “made or
mingled with Flax Hempe Silke Haire Gold or Silver,” but rather in a shroud
“made of Sheeps Wooll onely …” This strange and specific oath was taken by
witnesses to English burials for more than a century, by order of Parliament.
As of March
25, 1667
, everyone in the country had to be buried in woolen (rather than
linen) shrouds—on pain of a hefty £5 fine taken from the deceased’s estate or
his or her associates. 

Here’s what Parliament saw in 1665: lots of sheep, lots
of imported linen, and lots of death.

reading at Atlas Obscura.

The Secret History of ‘Bonfire’

The Secret History of ‘Bonfire’:

In French, bon means “good,”
which has lead some to believe that it is the first element of the English
word bonfire—after
all, a bonfire is a really good fire. British lexicographer Samuel Johnson also
offered up that etymology in his 1755 Dictionary of the English
, in which he defined bonfire as “a fire made
for some publick cause of triumph or exaltation,” and derived the word
from the French bon and the English word fire. Noah
Webster believed the same. However, the etymology was corrected in the
1890 Webster’s International Dictionary.

The word is actually derived from Middle English bonefire,
meaning literally “a fire of bones.” (Way cooler etymology, right?)
The earliest appearance of the word is glossed ignis ossium—Latin
for “fire of bones.” And a citation from the 15th century confirms
that this is not just a learned folk-etymology.

But in worshipp of seinte iohan the people woke at home
& made iij maner of fyres. On was clene bones & no wode & that is
callid a bone fyre. A nothir is clene wode & no bones & that is callid
a wode fyre fore people to sitte & to wake there by.
—John Mirk, Liber Festivalis, 1486

Click here for the full article by Merriam-Webster. 

The Hidden History of African-American Burial …

The Hidden History of African-American Burial Sites in the Antebellum South:

In modern-day Altavista,
Virginia, a town that covers 5 square miles of what was the
first English colony in North America, sits the Avoca Museum. The former
residence of Colonel Charles Lynch, a politician and American Revolutionary
Patriot, it was built in 1901 and is now a Virginia Historic Landmark. Beyond the
stately home, whose porch and eaves are marked by flourishes derived from the
British-born Queen Anne style, is a dirt clearing within a patch of aged oak
trees. Upon closer look, there’s a constellation of irregularly shaped rocks
placed with curious precision—some squat, some narrow.

The history of this terra firma is largely hidden, both
because of its obscured distance from the main home and the largely
subterranean information it holds. This patch of land is a graveyard of the
enslaved African-Americans who lived on the Lynch’s property. The rocks—which
serve as headstones—reveal a secret yet conscious coding system that the living
slave community designed for their deceased. And on former plantations across
the country, similar grave markers have been discovered over time, offering
clues to what life (and death) was like for black Americans in the Antebellum

Continue reading at Atlas Obscura. 

Drive into the paranormal in the Blue Ridge Mo…

Drive into the paranormal in the Blue Ridge Mountains:

For centuries, many have claimed to have seen the elusive Brown Mountain Lights — bright orbs said to unexpectedly materialize between dusk and dawn — that are believed to be ghostly spirits, extraterrestrials or just mysterious natural phenomenon.

Two prime public viewing spots attract the hopeful and skeptical. Fall is especially prime by day, with foliage at its peak in the Blue Ridge foothills in mid-October. And after dark, the season has often brought an uptick in reports of Brown Mountain Lights sightings.

There may be more folks looking for the apparitions this autumn now that Burke County Travel & Tourism has published a 22-page brochure, Brown Mountain Lights, Morganton, N.C.: A Viewing Guide. It capitalizes on what transpired in July: A long-skeptical astronomy professor captured what may be the first unimpeachable photos of the lights.

Yes, he now says, they do seem to exist.

But what are they?

“I don’t know,” says the professor.

Continue reading at USA Today.

Prehistoric Cemetery: Necropolis of Son Real

Prehistoric Cemetery: Necropolis of Son Real:

Located just
steps from the Mediterranean Sea on the northern coast of Majorca, the
Necropolis of Son Real (Necròpoli de Son Real) is a sprawling prehistoric
burial ground used from the Iron Age up through the Roman era. 

The oldest tombs in this ancient necropolis—which
stretches over 8,600 square feet on the Punta des Fenicis, a small headland in
the Bay of Alcudia—date back to the 7th century BC, to the time of the
Talaiotic culture on the Balearic Islands. More than 130 tombs have been
found in the cemetery so far, containing the human remains of over 300
bodies. Many of the later tombs—those from around the 5th century BCE—are
unusually shaped, resembling small ships or horseshoes.

reading at Atlas Obscura.

Doctors And Nurses Share The Creepiest Last Wo…

Doctors And Nurses Share The Creepiest Last Words They’ve Ever Heard:

[In] his last day, hours, moments, he was angry. The
family called me into the room and told me they thought he was going. He wasn’t
responding: Cheyne-Stokes breaths, eyes glossy, and skin cold – the end was
imminent. His lovely mother, in her dearest attempt, whispered to him to go
towards the light, to her Jesus. He opened his eyes,
looked at her and said, “F*** your Jesus!!!”

A second or two later, he slowly turned his head to the
left and got the most horrific look on his face, as if he was looking at
something we couldn’t see. Eyes wide, his face contorted, and with
his last breath he screamed, “Oh s***, oh s***, OH NOOOOOOO!!!!”

He then made a guttural noise and promptly fell back into
the bed and died. Every family member was shaking and too frightened to speak. I
left the room and took the next two days off. I don’t care if I never find out
what he saw.