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Memorial Day is a federal holiday in the United States. On this day, which occurs every year on the last Monday of May, we remember the men and women who have died while serving our country.
Many people on this day will visit cemeteries and memorials placing an American flag at graves to honor our fallen heros.
Let’s remember that appreciation is not only one day out of the year – it’s year round.
Thank you to all of those who have died while serving our great country! I think this picture says it all.
Our hearts are so broken here at the Hotel Thompson this morning. We woke up to hear about the passing of our beloved brother Easy. Please friends, join us in lighting a candle and sending massive hogs and snout kisses to Easy’s parents during this time. Our hearts go out to them ❤
Oh my friends. Let’s do a twist today. Let’s see if you can scare me for a change. Mom/dad were sitting the living room last night with us anipals. The room was dark except for the flames of the fireplace. They were talking about movies they have seen over the years that scared them silly. Conversation went back and forth until they settled on two.
Dad’s Movie Pick – 1408. This movie came out in 2007 and started John Cusack and Samuel L. Jackson. You see John Cusack’s character was a so called ‘ghost hunter’. He went to famous places and would spend the night in haunted rooms. Most of the time, nothing happened and the places were debunked. But then while writing his latest book, he travels to New York to stay at the Dolphin Hotel in room 1408, a haunted room. In fact, it was so haunted that the hotel would not rent the room to anyone. Through lawyers, he finds out that if the room is vacant, the hotel has to rent it so he makes a reservation to stay. He checks in and meets with the hotel manager, played by Samuel L. Jackson. Jackson tries everything he can to persuade Cusack’s character not to stay in the room – a room upgrade, expensive booze and even will allow Cusack to look at a book he has made showing over 50 deaths in room 1408. But in the end, Cusack stays in 1408. Let’s just say that 1408 is everything you can imagine it to be.
Mom’s Movie Pick – House on Haunted Hill. This movie came out in 1999. Mom/dad will usually go to the movies to see comedy’s but for some reason, they saw this movie in the theater. Don’t ask me why because it’s not like them. Mom actually watched part of the movies with her hands covering her eyes. At one time, she even told daddy that she might have to leave – that’s how scared she was. The entire movie is about a millionaire who offers a diverse group of people $1,000,000 to spend the night in a haunted house with a horrifying past. “nuff said before I make water from being scared.
So my question to you my friends, what is the one movie that you saw that scared your pants off?
Today, let’s tell another true story from daddy. I know you’re dying to hear it – evil snorts.
To get through college, daddy worked at a local hospital on the mental health ward. No those rumors are not true – that is not where he met mommy – snorts. When he first started at the hospital, he worked the midnight shift. The mental health ward during this time was in the basement right beside the morgue. That would bring shivers to this little piggy to begin with.
One of his co-workers told him a story the first couple of days that he was in training that still to this day puts his nerves on edge. They said that years earlier, a mental health patient had gotten out of their rooms in the middle of the night. They went into the elevator and hung themselves around 3:00AM. Staff of the hospital found the mental health patient hanging in the elevator dead.
Since then, the elevators had locks installed on them and they won’t work without the key being inserted to call for the elevator. The nurse told daddy that every night at 3:00AM, without fail, the elevator doors would open by themselves. Daddy didn’t take too much into this until the first time he worked by himself. The nurse’s station was right in front of the elevator doors. Exactly at 3:00AM, the doors opened all by themselves. It still sends chills up and down daddy’s spine. And the elevators to this date, still open and close exactly at 3:00AM. Nothing is wrong with them, they’ve been checked. There is no reason for them to open at this particular time. Anyone going up?
Hello my friends. I’m so glad to see that you are staying with me during my 31 Days of Spook. Hasn’t it been fun? Scary? Are you second guessing the bumps you hear in the middle of the night? Today, I want to talk about something that I learned about coffins. It’s an interesting tale of a time back when.
Did you know that around 1829, they had bells attached to coffins? I didn’t either until I stated doing some research. You’ll never believe what those little bells were for. Evil snort. People in this time often got smallpox, diphtheria and cholera and doctors hastily pronounced they were dead and signed death certificates. Sometimes they did this without even seeing the bodies themselves – just by the word of family. Medical procedures were nothing like they are today. Often with such, people were buried and and would wake up in a casket – shivers – the fear of that! Patents were put out on caskets that had a hole drilled the coffin through which a chord was run that would be attached to a bell that was mounted above the grave. The chord handle was placed in the ‘dead’ person’s hand just in case they ‘woke up’ from the dead. They could ring the bell in hopes that someone would hear above and dig them back up. It was an unfortunate time to live through, you think?
So you were brave enough to come back for another scare my friends? How brave you are. You may want ask your human to get you a night light tonight because it can only get worse from here – insert evil snort. Today we are going to highlight some famous and eerie cemeteries. Are you brave enough to enter my cemetery of the famous dead? I’ve wandered throughout the internet and done a lot of research to bring you some intriguing places of final rest… or is it? I hope that you find them interesting.
Let’s take a little stroll amidst the stones shall we.
When I think of scary and mysterious cemeteries, my first thoughts have to go towards New Orleans. Let’s visit the St. Louis Cemetery #1. This cemetery opened in 1789 and there are over 100,000 residents. With that much of a crowd, you know some have to be a little unhappy with their final resting place. I know I would be. The most famous tenant here is Marie Laveau. Marie Laveau was a famous voodoo priestess. People visit her grave site often and mark three “X’s” on her grave. People that do so believe that by marking the three “X’s”, Marie Laveau will grant them their wish.
The next that came to mind were two different cemeteries in the Chicago area. One was Bachelor’s Grove Cemetery in Chicagoland. I’ve heard about this place a lot over the years. I’ve seen specials on television and mommy has read me different chilling facts in books. Not only does this cemetery have a history of unexplained lights and ghosts, it has an entire house that mysteriously appears and disappears. Many people that have seen the house describe it as a white farmhouse with pillars and a swing. The other cemetery was Resurrection Cemetery in Chicago. This story sends chills up and down my spine every time I see it on television. It starts off with a beautiful girl who was walking home from a dance one late night. She was hit by a car and killed and has been looking for a ride home every since. I saw a story one night where a man picked up this lady at a dance. They danced into the late hours and he admitted that she felt cold to the touch. Upon taking her home after the dance, she asked him to stop in front of the cemetery. She got out and disappeared into the air.
And how can we forget the most eerie of places in Salem, Massachusetts at Howard Street Cemetery. With all of the witch hunts that took place here, this has got to be one of the most haunted places in the United States. Just think of all of the innocent people that were slowly tortured and burned at the stake for the public believing they were witches. How many of those spirits still walk around wanting people to know that they were innocent but forever labeled a witch. Talk about your unfinished business in setting things straight. This reminds me of a story that mom told me about a guy named Giles Corey. He was officially the only person to die by torture during these Witch Trials. He wouldn’t say that he was a witch so the sheriff of the time made him lay down in the middle of his field. The sheriff then had a board placed across his chest and slowly added stones on top of the board. Eventually two days later, Corey was crushed to death in a slow and agonizing way.
Buckle up my friends… it’s going to be a bumpy ride today. Today we are focusing on the Ellis Hotel that is located in downtown Atlanta, right in mom/dad’s backyard if you will.
The Ellis Hotel used to be called the Winecoff Hotel. On December 7, 1946 it had over 260 guests checked in for overnight. Around 3:00AM (the witching hour some say), an elevator operator smelled smoke near the fifth floor and notified other employees. Unfortunately by that time, the third, fourth and fifth floors were already on fire. The hotel was suppose to be fireproof and it turned out that night that it wasn’t. Due to being ‘fireproof, there was no fire escapes, no fire doors, no sprinklers or alarm system. Over 119 guests perished that night.
The hotel was reopened in 1951 as the Peachtree Hotel on Peachtree. It passed through multiple ownerships and in 2007 it was named the Ellis Hotel. There are rumors of items being moved, voices, children running and woman screaming down the hallways. One time, two weeks in a row, the current alarm system went off at 2:48AM – the same time each week.
Mom/dad felt festive one day about a year ago. It was during their monthly date night and they spent the night at the Hotel Ellis. It doesn’t take much to spook dad but mom on the other hand is a hard one to crack. They stayed on the third floor in a very nice room. Dad woke mommy up around 2:30AM complaining about the activity in the hallway. When mom checked it out, there was nothing. She didn’t hear it or see anything but dad said it woke him up. Around 3:30AM, mommy woke up smelling smoke. She’s very sensitive to the smell and she said it was overwhelming. Again, she woke daddy up and he didn’t smell anything. And for some reason, the elevator door went up and down a lot that night. They could hear the doors opening and closing but no foot steps. Needless to say, they didn’t get much sleep that night.
Today’s spook tale is a real scary story, something that happened to my daddy when he was a young boy. Are you ready for this? Are you sure? You might want to hold someone’s hand.
When dad was around was 10 years old, his mom’s Aunt Dorothy passed away. She had a house in Blue Ridge, West Virginia. It looked similar to this picture. Up on a hill top, had a wrap around porch and was two stories with a full basement. The house looked normal but had a little bit of an eerie factor… especially to a young child. Let me give you a little bit background on some chilling history of the home.
Aunt Dorothy had a brother named John that also lived with her. There’s two different stories that circulated about what happened to dear poor John. One was that Aunt Dorothy and John had dinner one night. Afterwards, he stood up, crossed himself and then fell over dead. They other story was they had a fight one day and Aunt Dorothy left the house. When she returned from cooling down, he was dead. No one knows which tale is how poor John really died. Only one fact did remain – John was dead. From that day forward, Aunt Dorothy locked his room and no one was ever allowed to enter his room. And although the room was locked and she had the key, she would often mention how it sounded like someone was in the room at night walking around.
Upon Aunt Dorothy’s death, daddy’s mom and dad took him to the house so they could start cleaning some things up to sale the home. They traveled out of state and got to Blue Ridge, West Virginia on a Thursday evening. They went to Aunt Dorothy’s home the next day to start the clean up. They went inside and it was cool inside, almost like goosebump kind of cool with the hair on your arms standing up. This was strange because in that time during the 1970’s in this area, there really wasn’t central heating and air. It was the middle of August and it was hot outside, in the 90’s plus. Typical summer time weather – hot and very humid. But, in the home it was cool and comfortable, almost ice cold. They commented on how it was so cold that you could almost hang meat. But they started to go through the home to see what they wanted, starting with the upstairs.
They found the key to the locked room that once belonged to Aunt Dorothy’s brother John. The room had just been locked and never touched – as if he was returning back home one day and it was just frozen in time. There was a book on the bedside table that was still marked where he had left off from reading. Clothes were still scattered about the room. The bed was still made. There was a partial letter written on the desk to an old friend that was never finished. The room had a eerie feeling like someone was still there and it was cold in this room as well. One thing that was strange about the room. There was no cob webs, no dust, nothing that looked like this room had been vacant for over 15 years. It was bizarre but they figured Aunt Dorothy had been in dusting. But why dust and not pick up the scattered clothing?
Daddy’s father wanted him to go down into the basement alone to check for any tools that they possibly might want to bring home. Daddy being all of 10 said sure. How very brave of him. Each step he took going down into the dark, cold and dank basement, he felt like he was being watched. At times, it was like someone was following him but no one else was there when he looked around. He found some things that they might possibly want and he gathered them up. Slowly, he took everything upstairs with each step still feeling like he was being watched and followed. And yes he was a child and you might be saying that he was scared because of his age. Well, was he? Let’s continue our story.
They stayed at the house on/off for the next couple of days cleaning. They would go back to the hotel each night and return in the hot August weather with the coolness inside of the home. Each day they were there cleaning and fixing things up, the house remained cool like there was an air conditioner on… but there wasn’t one.
On the last day, dad’s mom asked him and his father to start cleaning up the living room area while she was starting in the parlor. There was an old china cabinet that had french doors on the front. When you looked through the glass panes, you could see a locked latch across the front. Dad’s mom tried the doors, but she couldn’t get them open. They were firmly locked. Inside of the china cabinet, there was some sterling silver and china that dad’s mom wanted to take back home.
She didn’t want to break the doors in hopes of selling the antique furniture. On the opposite side of the wall, there was a hutch. She asked for the boys to come over to possibly help find a key to the china cabinet. While the boys were searching the hutch, all of a sudden dad’s mom let out a chilling scream.
They turned around immediately and the french doors to the china cabinet were standing wide open as if someone had opened them both at the same time. Dad’s mom took full advantage of the opportunity and removed the pieces she wanted. Afterwards, she pushed the doors back together and the cabinet locked itself back up. You could hear the click-click sound of the latch going right back to where it was previously.
We took the items we wanted out to the car while dad’s father took the trash out. We came back into the house to lock it up to leave our final time. We noticed that the house had lost the coolness feeling that it had and had become hot just like it was outside in the August air. Three days of air conditioning, goosebump coolness, hair standing on your arms and now hot humid heat. We left that day and never returned.
I thought it was time to walk through a cemetery with you once again. Today, I’m going to focus on one close to home – the historic Oakland Cemetery in Atlanta, Georgia. Oakland Cemetery was bought in 1850 and was originally named Atlanta Graveyard or City Burial Place. It was renamed to Oakland Cemetery in 1972.
Oakland Cemetery offers twilight tours of the cemetery – how scary huh? And around this time of the year, the cemetery even offers what they call “Capturing the Spirit of Oakland Halloween Tours”. What a way to catch some things that go bump in the night. There are over 70,000 residents in over 40 acres that are just dying to meet you whether you have a guided tour or walk the cemetery by yourself… if you’re brave enough.
A lot of the history of this wonderful cemetery centers around the Civil War. There have been stories in the Confederate portion of the cemetery of hearing names being called as if in a roll call. But to look around, there is no one living there, just the statue of a lion guarding the unknown Confederate dead and he’s not talking.
Often the guides at the cemetery will tell you that people actually die three times. Once on their last breath, once when they are laid to rest and once when they are no longer remembered. Sounds just like a situation for a few people to come out and be remembered, doesn’t it? So the next time you’re in the area, drop by for a visit. I’ve heard they’re always looking for a good soul to fright.
There are lots of famous people buried here in Oakland. Mom took this photograph not too long ago. Do you recognize the name?