Top 10 Famous Ghosts That Could Ever Haunt You!
Ghosts, shades, shadow people, the dearly departed. Spooks, spirits and specters there are many famous ghost in this world that seem to bring terror to those who just hear their names. But what if you set out to investigate their paranomal avtivity or if they just came to call upon you?
Here is the ultimate haunted list of "The Top Ten Most Famous Ghost" that could ever haunt you.
1. Bloody Mary
Mary Worth/Bloody Mary
The Mary Worth (also known as Bloody Mary, Mary Margaret, etc) story is popular at sleepovers. As the story goes, a beautiful young girl named Mary Worth was in some sort of terrible accident (or occasionally the wounds are inflicted purposely by a jealous party), and her face was hideously deformed. From then on, she is shunned by other people, and she sometimes becomes a witch. Now for the scary part. Supposedly if you say Mary Worth's name three (or five, or ten... it varies) times while looking into the mirror, Mary Worth will appear and scratch your face off or kill you.
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Bloody Mary Worth is typically described as a child-murderer who lived in the local city where the legend has taken root years ago. There is often a specific local graveyard or tombstone that becomes attached to the legend.
On the other hand, various people have surmised that the lore about taunting Bloody Mary about her baby may relate her tenuously to folklore about Queen Mary I, known in history by the sobriquet "Bloody Mary". The queen's life was marked by a number of miscarriages or false pregnancies. Had Mary I successfully borne a child, this would have established a Roman Catholic succession in the English monarchy and episcopacy and threatened the continuance of her religious persecutions after her death. Speculation exists that the miscarriages were deliberately induced. As a result, some retellings of the tale make Bloody Mary the queen driven to madness by the loss of her children. It is likely, however, that Queen Mary I provided only her nickname to the Bloody Mary of folklore. She is also confused in some telling's of the story with Mary, Queen of Scots.
BLOODY MARY TO THE EXTREME
SMYLZ tries a THIRD time to summon Bloody Mary. This time, it's Halloween, Midnight, complete darkness, with a candle, and with the spinning around part. No excuses.
The mirror ritual by which Bloody Mary is summoned may also relate to a form of divination involving mirrors and darkness that was once performed on Halloween. While as with any sort of folklore the details may vary, this particular tale encouraged young women to walk up a flight of stairs backwards, holding a candle and a hand mirror, in a darkened house. As they gazed into the mirror, they were supposed to be able to catch a view of their future husband's face. There was, however, a chance that they would see the skull-face of the Grim Reaper instead; this meant, of course, that they were destined to die before they married.
We all know how to call bloody mary up to visit us no matter where we live in the world. But you have to ask yourselves it is possible to invite just any ghost of your choice to come and stay for a nice visit? Depending on who you are, and your frame of mind it just might not be the best of ideas.
Bloody Mary is a ghost or an evil wicked witch featured in Western folklore. She is said to appear in a mirror when her name is called out loud three times or sometimes more, depending upon your areas version of the story. Other very similar tales use different names for the character including Mary Worth, Mary Worthington, Candy Man, Satan Wife Mary, Julie Hough, and Hell's Queen Dead Mary.
From director Mary Lambert (Pet Sematary, The In Crowd), the terrifying Urban Legend trilogy comes full circle with URBAN LEGENDS: BLOODY MARY, delivering enough hair-raising scares to rival The Grudge and The Ring. On a prom-night dare, a trio of high-school friends chant an incantation, unleashing an evil spirit from the past with deadly consequences. That same night, the girls are abducted by a gang of high-school jocks. Once rescued, their tormentors receive their just desserts, dying one by one in a chain reaction of gruesome murders, each with a bizarre "Urban Legend" twist. Is it all just a high-school prank taken to grisly extremes - or has "Bloody Mary" returned from the grave to wreak her own vengeance?
Mirror ghost and the tales of summoning u the dead to appear may vary across the country to huge extremes. In New Orleans they actually call the real ghost of Marie Laveau. They say when she appears she will grant you only one wish. But to obtain the wish you must answer the three questions she puts of you. Otherwise she will drag you to hell only leaving a bloody room with a broken mirror when others come into to look for you.
Many in the world still do believe that you should cover a mirror if someone dies in a room and their image is reflected in a mirror. As they believe that the mirror will capture the dead person’s soul, thus preventing its entry into heaven. Some old passed down oral traditions state that the Devil invented mirrors for this specific purpose.
A urban legend of sorts states: If you go into the bathroom and look into the mirror with the lights off and the room completely black, and then say 'Bloody Mary' thirteen times, a woman will appear and scratch your face off. The research into Bloody Mary goes back to 1978, when folklorist Janet Langlois published her essay on the legend. Belief in summoning the mirror-witch was even at that time widespread throughout the U.S.
Mary is summoned whenever young teen aged girls get together for a sleepover, but boys have been known to call on her too. The 'Bloody Mary' legend was common in the early 1970s. Typically performed the "ritual" in bathrooms, because the bathrooms of suburban homes had large mirrors and were easily darkened even during the day since they had no windows. In latter years after the release of the movie Clive Barker's Candyman (1992) calling upon him became more popular. Many do believe the Candyman's Movies premise is based on fact and try summoning him even today. > READ MORE HERE <
2. Ressurection Mary
Many cities around the world have a multitude of ghost tours going on at anyone time. So as Chicago is a very haunted city there is only one ghost tour that one should ever take and of course that is the best the city has to offer. The state of Illinois is a very haunted state as we all know but the most and best hauntings are always show cased by the best tour in town The Chicago Hauntings Ghost Tour!
I must honestly say that in taking this tour I was more then delighted and entertained. Ursula Bielski in my book hosts the very best the windy city has to offer.
Many believe locals believe that if you want the truth about who this ghost is and what the paranormal activity is all about then Ursula Bielski is the best there is in explaining the haunting. On Bielski's The Chicago Hauntings Ghost Tours you will certainly hear all about the many appearances of the ghost of Resurrection Mary. And after all she is the most sought after reported as real ghost in the state of Illinois.
The Real Ghost Of Resurrection Mary
Resurrection Mary is a famous ghost story and is considered by many to be the original hitchhiker ghost story. It takes place around the Chicago area in Justice, Illinois. Many travelers down Archer Avenue -- a street which runs through the city of Chicago -- and its South Suburbs, have reported seeing a young blonde girl walking by, some who have seen her have claimed to even have given her a ride. The girl is said to be very quiet once picked up and disappears once the driver passes the gates of Resurrection Cemetery in Justice Illinois.
The very first, first-person account came from Jerry Palus, a south-side man who recently died. He picked up a girl at the Liberty Grove and Hall near 47th and Mozart and danced with her the entire evening. The only strange thing is that she was very cold to the touch. Later she asked for a ride home which was somewhere in the Bridgeport area of Chicago but decided she'd like to go for a ride past the large Catholic cemetery along Archer Avenue, Resurrection. As they began to approach the main gates, she began to act very strangely. She told Jerry to pull the car off the road and, for some reason, she had to run toward the cemetery and that Jerry could not follow. Before he knew what was happening, she darted from the car, ran towards the main gates but disappeared before reaching those gates in plain view of Jerry. He then began to put all of this together and surmised that he had been with a ghost that evening. On a later visit to the home of Mary, he was greeted by a woman who told him that her daughter had been dead for sometime. He even saw a picture of her sitting on a table and was convinced that she was the same girl he had been with. However, that was impossible!
Resurrection Cemetery is located at 7600 S. Archer Ave. in Justice, Illinois.
Resurrection Mary Legend
One of the many legends of Resurrection Mary is that she was a young Polish girl, perhaps named Mary Bregovy. Even though Bregovy was killed in an auto accident in 1934, it is unlikely that she was returning home from the Oh Henry Ballroom/Willowbrook Ballroom, as some have claimed. The accident in which she was killed took place on Wacker Drive in downtown Chicago. The car that she was riding in collided with an elevated train support and she was thrown through the windshield. This is a far cry from being killed by a hit-and-run driver on Archer Avenue.
Others have claimed that Mary was actually the ghost of a young woman named Mary Miskowski, who was killed crossing the street one night in October 1930 on her way to a costume party.
Reprinted from the Suburban Trib, January 31, 1979 and written by Bill Geist:
"It was Thursday night - would have been two weeks ago - and I was lost, basically," says Ralph , a cab driver."I'd dropped this big spender way the hell down in Palos Heights or Hills or someplace like that and was trying to make my way back to the tollway. I'd just turned on to Archer, down there where it's still a lonely road, especially at midnight.
"And there she was. She was standing there with no coat on by the entrance to this little shopping center. No coat! And it was one of those real cold ones, too.
"She didn't put out her thumb or nothing like that. She just looked at my cab. Of course, I stopped. I figured maybe she had car trouble or something.
"She hopped right in the front seat. She had on this fancy kind of white dress, like she'd just been to a wedding or something, and those new kind of disco-type shoes, with the straps and that.
"She was a looker. A blond. I didn't have ideas or like that; she was young enough to be my daughter - 21 tops.
"I asked her where she was going and she said she had to get home. I asked her what was wrong, if she'd had car trouble or what but she really didn't answer me. She was fuzzy. Maybe she'd had a couple of drinks or something or was just tired. I don't know.
"Oh, the only thing she did say really was 'The snow came early this year' or 'The snows came early this year' or like that. Other than that she just nodded when I asked sometimes if we were supposed to just keep going up Archer. She was just looking out the window at the snow and the trees and that. Her mind was a million miles away.
Maybe she smoked something or something. Who knows?
"A couple miles up Archer there, she jumped with a start like a horse and said 'Here! Here!' I hit the brakes.
"I looked around and didn't see no kind of house. 'Where?' I said. And then she sticks out her arm and points across the road to my left and says 'There!'
"And that's when it happened."I looked to my left, like this, at this little shack. And when I turned she was gone.
"And the car door never opened. May the good Lord strike me dead, it never opened."
I hope Ralph is reading this, because I've learned since talking with him that there's a simple explanation for what happened.
He was understandably upset - and not just about being stiffed for the fare - both when he told me the story over the phone and when he repeated it in person.
He wouldn't tell me his last name. He wouldn't give me his telephone number or let me see the car he was going to leave in. "You might trace my phone or my plates and put my name in the paper and make me look like a maniac or an idiot," he said. "No way. I'll call you."
He says he is not an idiot or a maniac, but rather "a typical 52-year-old working guy, a veteran, father, Little League baseball coach, churchgoer, the whole shot."
This simple explanation, Ralph is that you picked up the Chicago area's preeminent ghost: Resurrection Mary. All you have to do to accept this explanation and start resting easy is to start believing in ghosts - something you seem reluctant to do.
I hadn't heard of her either when we talked. But Resurrection Mary is a legend and has been one - particularly in the Polish neighborhoods on the Southwest side and southwest suburbs of Chicago - for about 40 years. There have been numerous reported encounters with her in that time.
The ballroom was closed Friday, January 12, and for about two weeks thereafter, owing to the blizzard. But Thursday the 11th it was open until midnight, an estimated ten minutes before Ralph says he picked up his gowned hitchhiker three blocks north.
It was a special night in the ballroom: a single night, for those without escorts to come and dance the waltz and the foxtrot just the way they did here for 40 years.
Other theories suggest that Resurrection Mary is the ghost of a twelve-year-old Polish girl named Anna Norkus, who called herself Marija (Mary) in devotion to Mary, the mother of Jesus. "Marija" loved dancing and persuaded her father to take her to the Oh Henry Ballroom/Willowbrook Ballroom as a birthday present. However, they were both in a car accident on the way home, an accident which killed "Marija." This leads some to claim that Resurrection Mary is really Anna "Marija" Norkus. However, Resurrection Mary's dance partners are the first to vigorously note that their spectral date was closer to eighteen or twenty than to twelve or thirteen years old. Other researchers have turned up stories of girls named Mary who died on or near Archer Avenue, but none of them precede the first sightings in the 1930s.
The entrance to Resurrection Cemetery is recessed from the road. These gates were closed when a person driving by afterdark reported seeing a young woman trapped inside, clutching the bars. Hand prints found on the bars the next day were attributed to Resurrection Mary.That building you see straight ahead is NOT a mausoleum. It is the cemetery offices and is where the rest rooms and other conveniences are located. NEVER ask about "Resurrection Mary" in the office. No they want nothing to do with the "legend" and will not answer any questions about it.
Resurrection Mary (Trailer) - starring Kevin G. Schmidt
Starring Kevin G. Schmidt, Sally Kirkland and introducing Pamela Jean as Mary.
"On a trip down Archer Avenue, you never know who you might run into, or fall in love with."
Reports of Mary have been going on for years but seem to have stopped around the early 1980s when Archer Avenue underwent severe construction. The original road that Mary is said to have walked down has since been raised and changed and believers suggest that this may have stopped the walking of her spirit. Despite this reports still show up occasionally from people seen the apparition walking from time to time. She has also reportedly burned her handprints into the gate at the cemetery. These prints apparently could not be painted over until the fence was removed.
Resurrection Mary's story may have inspired similar legends in other cities. One such story, written in 1965 by fifteen-year-old Cathie Harmon for a Memphis, Tennessee newspaper, was picked up by psychologist-songwriter Milton Addington, who used it as the basis for Dickey Lee's song Laurie (Strange Things Happen In This World).
It's a classic ghost story. A young man spends an evening dancing with a girl he has just met. He offers to drive her home, but she insists on getting out of the car when they pass the cemetery gates. She runs off towards the cemetery and disappears. In many versions of the story, the boy discovers the true nature of his dancing partner when he tracks down the girl's parents who tell him their daughter died several years before. But though the story has many variations, they have their origin in the real-life encounter of Jarry Palus who, in 1936, met Chicago's most famous ghost -- Resurrection Mary.
The first documented sighting of Resurrection Mary was in 1936 when the aforementioned Jerry Palus danced with a young woman at the Liberty Grove Hall in Chicago (now demolished). He offered to drive her home, and Mary directed him to Archer Avenue. When they reached the gates of Resurrection Cemetery, Mary said she had to leave him and warned him he could not follow her. She ran from the car, vanishing as she reached the cemetery gates. Later, in 1939, late-night motorists driving along Archer Ave. complained to police that a woman had tried to jump onto the running boards of their cars.
This stretch of Archer Avenue is part of Resurrection Mary's territory. Mary, the hitchhiking ghost, is picked up by drivers and disappears as they drive past Resurrection Cemetery.
The greatest and most well-documented Resurrection Mary sighting occurred in 1976 when a police sergeant from the Justice Police Department received a late-night phone call from someone claiming a blonde woman in a white dress had been locked inside Resurrection Cemetery and was wandering around just inside the gates. Convinced it was a hoax, the police sergeant arrived at the cemetery only to discover that two of the bronze bars of the cemetery gate had been pried apart. The bars were scarred by scorch marks that bore the unmistakable impression of finger and palm prints. The phenomenon received widespread attention. A year later cemetery employees removed the two bars, sending them away to be blow-torched and straightened. The bars were replaced, but a single depression still remains which many believe is a lingering thumbprint.
On October 10, 1979 there was a massive blackout in and along Archer Avenue but only in Justice. Commonwealth Edison and the police were riding around in the cemetery shining their light in the mausoleum because it was determined that the blackout was centered in the mausoleum in the middle of the night.
Believers say the best time to catch a glimpse of Mary is in the early morning hours, preferably on a full moon night. It also doesn't hurt if you're a man because almost all of the documented sightings of Resurrection Mary have been by men. She may try to hitch a ride, or you might see her walking along the side of the road near the cemetery fence. But no matter who she once was or what form her appearance, she still remains Chicago's most well-known and best-loved ghost.
The Willowbrook Ballroom was formerly known as the O'HenryBallroom. Legend has it that Mary and her friends were dancing here on the cold January night she died in a tragic auto accident. A few years after her death, Mary was reported to dance with young men at the O'Henry. She'd request a ride home and disappear from the vehicle while passing Resurrection Cemetery.
Resurrection Mary Sources
Bielski, Ursula. Chicago Haunts: Ghostlore of the Windy City. Chicago: Lake Claremont Press, 1998.
Crowe, Richard T. Chicago's Street Guide to the Supernatural. Oak Park, IL: Carolando Press, 2000.
3. Marie Laveau
The real ghost of Marie Laveau is believed to have carried her strange great powers of Voodoo and Hoodoo beyond the grave. Her ghost has been known to physically slap people in the face and haunt them in their dreams. She is also thought to grant wishes and punish those that mock her name and beliefs if they descrate her grave or mock her name and powers.
Voodoo Queen author, Martha Ward, is quoted in New York Times article on Voodoo:
"Something very real is happening," said Martha Ward, a professor of anthropology at the University of New Orleans who wrote one of the forthcoming books about Laveau. "Americans today are hungry for spiritual fulfillment, and voodoo offers a direct experience with the sacred that appeals to more and more people.
"This is especially visible in New Orleans, which has always been a center of those beliefs," Ms Ward said, "Marie Laveau rules the imagination of this city. People think about her, see her, have visions of her, dream about her, talk to her. I know because these people are showing up on my doorstep almost every day."
from "Interest Surges in Voodoo, and Its Queen," New York Times, November 30, 2003
Martha Ward www.marthaward.net/disc.htm One of the famous above-ground cemeteries of New Orleans is known as St. Louis No. 1, the oldest graveyard in the city. A tall marble and stucco tomb there is a site where devotees frequently leave gifts - flowers, candy, salt, coins, beads, bourbon - for Marie Laveau, the famous voodoo priestess. She still attracts attention, and some people still talk to her. One of these is Martha Ward, an anthropologist at the University of New Orleans, who has written
Voodoo Queen: The Spirited Lives of Marie Laveau
(University Press of Mississippi). It is a book from a strange sort of participatory journalism; the author says she has "relied on dreams, intuition, a hyperactive imagination, and funky Voodoo luck." She admits to standing in front of the tomb and hearing Marie laugh when asked "What really happened?" Marie's answer: "Who knows the whole story, and maybe it's better that way." There is such a gumbo of legend and fact here, along with earnest attempts to clear up history and legal agreements that were deliberately made murky in the first place, that calling upon voodoo as a reference source isn't as dicey as it might seem. Ward is a competent guide through confusing social customs of strange times in a strange locale, and she interprets the gaps as carefully as possible. "There's hardly any peg in this whole narrative that's literal, truthful or absolute," she warns, but there is plenty of good storytelling and historical recreations of New Orleans nonetheless.
There is a legend that the infamous New Orleans native and Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau ( Leveaux, Lavaux, Le Veau, Levaux ) never died, that, in fact, her spirit lives on in selected female descendents in Her Secret society, and Laveau's faithful are awaiting her return. Jewell Parker Rhodes (Voodoo Dreams, Douglass's Women, Magic City) births a modern day Marie in the second book of the Marie Laveau/Voodoo trilogy, Voodoo Season: a Marie Laveau Mystery.
Although there is plenty of information about Marie Laveau (Lavaux) and her daughter and namesake in the legends and lore of Old New Orleans, known as Marie II, separating the fact from the myth has always been a challenge for those seeking a true history of this famous New Orleans icon. Nearly everything that is known about them originates in the secretive oral tradition of the practitioners of Voodoo and that information has been embellished with hearsay and drama, making an already larger than life persona absolutely formidable in the tales that survive.
Nevertheless, there’s not a single person who grew up in New Orleans without hearing about the legend and powers of the city’s infamous Queen of Voodoo.
Marie Laveau is known throughout the world as “the most famous and powerful Voodoo Queen of North America.” In actuality, this famous icon is really a combination of two people – a famous mother and daughter – who epitomized the sensational and exotic appeal of Africanized Voodoo in 19th and early 20th century New Orleans. Both women thrived against the strong ethnic backdrop of this First American Melting Pot, the gumbo that is New Orleans, and their legend grew along with their patrons. Rich and poor sought them out, first the mother and later the daughter in equal measure, to seek the aid of their dark powers to control lovers, gain fame and fortune, become pregnant, and exact revenge on others important in their lives.
Marie I, the mother, reputedly was born a Free Woman of Color in New Orleans around 1794. She was a mulatto, a person of mixed Black, White and Native American blood. Some legends describe her as a Creole, a descendant of the great French and Spanish aristocracies; still others style her as the daughter of a wealthy white Southern planter and his Negro mistress. It is likely that she may have had the blood of every one of these ethnic groups coursing through her veins.
Marie I’s marriage to Jacques Paris, a Free Man of Color from Saint Dominique (Haiti), is recorded on August 4, 1819: This record lists for the first time the names of Marie I’s parents, listing her as an illegitimate daughter of Msr. Charles Laveau and a Marguerite Darcantrel. Marie was described as tall, beautiful and statuesque, with curly black hair, golden skin and "good" features (then meaning more white than Negro). She and Paris took up residence in a house, supposedly part of her dowry from Charles Laveau, in the 1900 block of North Rampart Street.
Paris disappeared soon after the marriage, perhaps returning to Sainte Dominique. A death certificate was filed five years later without any certificate of interment; Marie then began addressing herself as the Widow Paris. She took up employment as a hairdresser catering to the wealthy white and Creole women of New Orleans and this is considered the root of her enduring legend. For many of the women looked upon Marie as a confidante, confessing to her their most intimate secrets and desires about their husbands and lovers, their estates and families, their husbands’ mistresses and business affairs, and their other heartfelt wishes. What probably began as the delivery of broad-shouldered good advice from one woman to others ultimately grew into a force and a legend that still resonates throughout New Orleans today.
Around 1826, Marie took up with Msr. Louis Christophe Duminy de Glapion, a quadroon also from Sainte Dominique. They lived in Marie’s North Rampart Street house until his death in 1855 (some claim possibly as early as 1835). Although she and Glapion never married, Marie had 15 children by him in rapid succession and ultimately ended her hairdressing career to devote all her energies to raising this brood. But Marie by no means lost a clientele, for as she settled into domesticity on Rampart Street she also set about becoming the legend: The Voodoo Queen of New Orleans.
Voodoo had been secretly practiced by blacks and islanders in and around New Orleans since the first boat loads of slaves arrived from Africa and the Caribbean. New Orleans was always more French-Spanish than English-American, and the slaves had came from the same parts of Africa that had sent blacks to work the French and Spanish plantations scattered throughout the colonial New World. After the blacks had won their independence in the infamous slave uprising in Haiti (1803-1804), the Creole planters escaping the rebellion brought their loyal slaves with them to the friendlier shores of southern Louisiana where the French-Spanish culture was more familiar and welcoming. The slaves were avid practitioners of the ancient Vodoun and Yoruba religions, and although deftly hidden among the intricacies of the prevailing Catholic faith, the old African beliefs thrived as the slave populations grew.
Quickly tales circulated of hidden and secret rituals being held deep in the bayous, complete with the worship of a snake god called Zombi, and orgiastic dancing, drinking, and lovemaking. Almost a third of the worshippers were white, desirous of obtaining the "power" that was promised by the priests and mambos directing these rituals. These meetings frightened the white population. Many slave owners began to fear that the blacks were planning an uprising against them, as had happened in Haiti. As a result, in 1817, the New Orleans Municipal Council passed a resolution forbidding blacks to gather for dancing or any other purpose except on Sundays, and only in places designated by the mayor. The accepted spot in the City was Congo Square on North Rampart Street, now located adjacent to Armstrong Park. Blacks, most of them voodooists, met, danced and sang in the stylized rituals, overtly worshipping their gods while entertaining (and frightening) the whites with their Africano "gibberish".
By the 1830’s there were many voodoo mambos in New Orleans, fighting over control of the Sunday Congo Square dances and the secret ceremonies still held on the shores of Lake Pontchartrain. But when "Mamzelle" Marie Laveau stepped forward to begin her reign, contemporaries reported the other queens faded before her; some succumbing to her powerful gris-gris, some being physically driven away by the brute force of Marie’s growing mass of followers. Marie also gained control of the Congo Square Dances by entering before all the other dancers and entertaining the fascinated onlookers with her snake.
Marie knew the sensation that the rituals at the lake were causing and used it to further the purposes of the voodoo movement in New Orleans. She invited the public, press, police, the New Orleans roués, and others thrill-seekers of the forbidden fun to attend. Charging admission made voodoo profitable for the first time. Marie was always a devout, practicing Catholic and she added influences of that religion -holy water, incense, statues of the saints, and Christian prayers - to the already sensational ceremonies of Voodoo.
Her entrepreneurial efforts went even further by organizing secret orgies for wealthy white men seeking beautiful black, mulatto and quadroon women for mistresses. Marie presided over these meetings herself and they invariably became “secret” public knowledge. Eventually, Marie Laveau, with all of the secret knowledge which she had gained from the Creole boudoirs combined with her own considerable knowledge of spells along with her undeniable magical abilities, became the most powerful woman in New Orleans. Whites of every class sought her help in their various affairs and amours while blacks saw her as their leader. Judges paid her as much as $1000 to assure victory in elections; other whites paid $10 (a high fee at the time) for an insignificant love powder. But she never charged the black community for her services.
At the age of 70, in 1869, Marie gave her last performance as a voodoo queen. She announced she was retiring and retired to a home located on the more peaceful St. Ann Street in the Old Quarter. But she never completely retired. She continued her work until at least 1875, when she is said to have been active visiting the poor and imprisoned and still giving readings in her home.
On June 16, 1881, Marie I, Widow Paris, died in her St. Ann Street house. Reporters of the day painted her in the most glorious terms, a saintly figure of 98 (actually 87), who nursed the sick, and prayed incessantly with the diseased and condemned. Reporters called her the recipient "in the fullest degree" of the "heredity gift of beauty" in the Laveau family, who gained the notice of Governor Claiborne, French General Humbert, Aaron Burr, and even the Marquis de Lafayette. Her obituaries claimed she lived a pious life surrounded by her Catholic religion, with no mention of her Voodoo past. Even one of her surviving children, Madame Legendre, claimed her saintly mother never practiced Voodoo and despised the cult.
Marie Laveau's reported Tomb in St. Louis Cemetery No.# 1
Then a similar tall woman with flashing black eyes, and the ability to control lives, emerged as Marie Laveau II.
Tomb of Marie Laveau II Saint Louis cemetery Number 2
Marie Laveau Glapion was born February 2, 1827, one of the 15 children crowding first the home on Rampart Street and then the St. Ann Street cottage. It was never known whether her mother, Marie I, chose the role for her daughter, or whether Marie II chose the role herself to follow in her mother’s footsteps. By most accounts she shared her mother’s features to an extraordinary degree, a virtual replica of Marie I. Others say the pupils of her eyes were half-moon shaped and this is how you could tell daughter from mother. Apparently, Marie II lacked the warmth and compassion of her mother because she seems to have inspired more fear and subservience than her mother did. Like her mother before her, she began work as a hairdresser; eventually, however, she abandoned that profession to run a bar and brothel on Bourbon Street, between Toulouse and Saint Peter.
Marie continued operations at the "Maison Blanche" (White House), the house which her mother allegedly had built for secret voodoo meetings and liaisons between white men and black women. Marie II was proclaimed to be a talented procuress, able to fulfill any man’s desires for a price. Lavish parties were held at the Maison Blanche offering champagne, fine food, wine, music, and naked black girls dancing for white men, politicians, and high officials. They were never raided by the police who feared that if they crossed Marie she might "hoodoo" them.
Marie II continued in the rich traditions and persona of the Voodoo Queen began by her mother so many years before. The Saint John's Day celebrations were especially connected to the Voodoo rituals of the time, celebrated along the shores of St. John’s Bayou where it met the waters of Lake Pontchartrain. The St. John celebration of 1872 was distinguished by the presence of both mother and daughter and began as a religious ceremony in the tradition of Marie I. She came with a crowd singing. Soon a cauldron was boiling with water from a beer barrel, into which went salt, black pepper, a black cat, a black rooster, a various powders, and a snake sliced in three pieces representing the Trinity. With all this boiling the practitioners ate, whether the contents of the cauldron or not is not known. Afterwards or during the feast was more singing, appropriately to "Mamzelle Marie." Then it was cooling off time at which all stripped and swam in the lake. This was followed by a sermon by Marie II, then a half hour of relaxation, or sexual intercourse. Then four naked girls put the contents of the cauldron back into the beer barrel. Marie I gave another sermon, by this time it was becoming daylight and all headed for home. Marie II continued these yearly rituals throughout her lifetime.
Strangely, although Marie I seemed almost to fade into obscurity, Marie II "died" well within in the public eye. Since the public had never made a true distinction between mother and daughter, the death of one ended the career of the other. Marie II still reigned over the voodoo ceremonies of the blacks and ran the Maison Blanche, but she never regained high notice in the press. Supposedly she drowned in a big storm in Lake Pontchartrain in the 1890s, but some people claimed to have seen her as late as 1918.
Death did not end the power of the Great Marie Laveau.
Though the Widow Paris is reportedly buried in the family crypt in St. Louis Cemetery No. 1, the vault bears the name of Marie Philome Glapion, deceased June 11, 1897. If this inscription is correct, this would rightly be the burial place of Marie II. But the vault still attracts the curious and the faithful from all corners of the globe and gifts of food, money, flowers, candles, and artifacts can always be found there. Believers and the simply superstitious ask for Marie’s help in an elaborate knocking and turning ritual, marking the white stone with three crosses of red brick in the effort to write their hopes on her memory.
Curiously, in St. Louis Cemetery No. 2 there is another vault bearing the name of Marie Laveau. This vault has red crosses on it as well and is distinguished as the "wishing tomb” where young women can go to petition the great Voodoo Queen when seeking husbands.
Many cemeteries around New Orleans claim to be the last resting place of one or both of the legendary Laveau women, but the St. Louis No. 1 is recognized as the most accurate location. Still, there are others who insist that the Great Mamzelle never died and that she even visits the cemeteries herself, in disguise, chuckling with amusement at the devotees who honor her legend even now.
Marie Laveau's grave in New Orleans is visited daily by curiosity seekers and true believers of voodoo. Legend has it that you should make three "X" marks with red brick found nearby, place your hand over the marks, close your eyes, and knock hard against the tomb three times.
Apparently, still suggested by many New Orleans tourist guides that the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans still grants wishes.
NEWSPAPERS COVER THE PASSING OF MARIE LAVEAU!
Marie Philomene Laveau Glapion
DEATH OF MARIE LAVEAU
A WOMAN WITH A WONDERFUL HISTORY ALMOST A CENTURY OLD, CARRIED TO THE TOMB YESTERDAY EVENING.
Those who have passed by the quaint old house on St. Ann, between Rampart and Burgundy streets with the high frail looking fence in front over which a tree or two is visible, have been within the last few years, noticed through the open gateway a decrepid old lady with snow white hair, and a smile of peace and contentment lighting up her golden features. For a few years past she has been missed from her accustomed place. The feeble old lady lay upon her bed with her daughter and grand children around her ministering to her wants.
On Wednesday the invalid sank into the sleep, which knows no waking. Those whom she had befriended crowded into the little room where she was exposed, in order to obtain a last look at the features, smiling even in death, of her who had been so kind to them.
At 5 o'clock yesterday evening Marie Laveau was buried in her family tomb in St. Louis Cemetery No. 1. Her remains were followed to the grave by a large concourse of people, the most prominent and the most humble joining in paying their last respects to the dead. Father Mignot conducted the funeral services.
Marie Laveau was born ninety-eight years ago. Her father was a rich planter, who was prominent in all public affairs, and served in the Legislature of this State. Her mother was Marguerite Henry, and her grandmother was Marguerite Semard. All were beautiful women of color. The gift of beauty was hereditary in the family, and Marie inherited it in the fullest degree. When she was twenty-five years old she was led to the altar by Jacques Paris, a carpenter. This marriage took place at the St. Louis Cathedral. Pere Antoine, of beloved memory, conducting the service, and Mr. Mazureau the famous lawyer, acting as witness. A year afterwards Mr. Paris disappeared, and no one knows to this day what became of him. After waiting a year for his return she married Capt. Christophe Glapion. The latter was also very prominent here, and served with distinction in the battalion of men of San Domingo, under D'Aquin, with Jackson in the war of 1815.
Fifteen children were the result of their marriage. Only one of these is now alive. Capt. Glapion died greatly registered, on the 26th of June, 1855. Five years afterwards Marie Laveau, became ill, and has been sick ever since, her indisposition becoming more pronounced and painful within the last ten years.
Besides being very beautiful Marie also was very wise. She was skillful in the practice of medicine and was acquainted with the valuable healing qualities of indigenous herbs.
She was very successful as a nurse, wonderful stories being told of her exploits at the sick bed. In yellow fever and cholera epidemics she was always called upon to nurse the sick, and always responded promptly. Her skill and knowledge earned her the friendship and approbation, of those sufficiently cultivated, but the ignorant attributed her success to unnatural means and held her in constant dread.
Notably in 1853 a committee of gentlemen, appointed at a mass meeting held at Globe Hall, waited on Marie and requested her on behalf of the people to minister to the fever stricken. She went out and fought the pestilence where it was thickest and many alive today owe their salvation to her devotion.
Not alone to the sick man was Marie Laveau a blessing. To help a fellow citizen in distress she considered a priceless privilege. She was born in the house where she died. Her mother lived and died there before her. The unassuming cottage has stood for a century and a half. It was built by the first French settlers of adobe and not a brick was employed in its construction. When it was erected it was considered the handsomest building in the neighborhood. Rampart street was not then in existence, being the skirt of a wilderness and latterly a line of entrenchment. Notwithstanding the decay of her little mansion, Marie made the sight of it pleasant to the unfortunate. At anytime of night or day any one was welcome to food and lodging.
Those in trouble had but to come to her and she would make their cause her own after undergoing great sacrifices in order to assist them.
Besides being charitable, Marie was also very pious and took delight in strengthening the allegiance of souls to the church. She would sit with the condemned in their last moments and endeavor to turn their last thoughts to Jesus. Whenever a prisoner excited her pity Marie would labor incessantly to obtain his pardon, or at least a commutation of sentence, and she generally succeeded.
A few years ago, before she lost control of her memory, she was rich in interesting reminiscences of the early history of this city. She spoke often of the young American Governor Claiborne, and told how the child-wife he brought with him from Tennessee died of the yellow fever shortly after his arrival with the dead babe upon her bosom was buried in a corner of the old American Cemetery. She spoke sometimes of the strange little man with the wonderful bright eyes Aaron Burr, who was so polite and so dangerous. She loved to talk of Lafayette, who visited New Orleans over half a century ago. The great Frenchman came to see her at her house, and kissed her on the forehead at parting.
She remembered the old French General, Humbert, and was one of the few colored people who escorted to the tomb long since dismantled in the catholic Cemetery, the withered and grizzly remains of the hero of Castelbar. Probably she knew Father Antoine better than any living in those days - for he the priest and she the nurse met at the dying bedside of hundreds of people - she to close the faded eyes in death, and he, to waft the soul over the river to the realms of eternal joy.
All in all Marie Laveau was a most wonderful woman. Doing good for the sake of doing good alone, she obtained no reward, oft times meeting with prejudice and loathing, she was nevertheless contented and did not lag in her work. She always had the cause of the people at heart and was with them in all things. During the late rebellion she proved her loyalty to the South at every opportunity and fully dispensed help to those who suffered in defense of the "lost cause." Her last days were spent surrounded by sacred pictures and other evidences of religion, and she died with a firm trust in heaven. While God's sunshine plays around the little tomb where her remains are buried, by the side of her second husband, and her sons and daughters, Marie Laveau's name will not be forgotten in New Orleans. Daily Picayune - June 18, 1881
Death of the Queen of the Voudous
Just Before St. John's Eve.
"On the eve of St. John
I must wander alone,
In thy bower, I may not be!"
" Marie Glassion, nee Lavaux, was buried yesterdy evening, and her funeral was attended by large numbers of the colored population. Marie Lavaux, as is well-known by all the old residents of the city, was the queen of the Voudous, that curious sect of superstitious darkies that combined the hard traditions of African Legends with the fetich worship of our Creole Negroes.
She was a woman of some presence and considerable conversational powers. Somewhat bent with years when she last officiated as regnant mistress of her weird domain, she yet retained a remarkable control over her whilom subjects and impressed them with her sovereignty. As a rule reticent on subjects other than fetich worship, she was somewhat loquacious and quite a spirited talker.
Her eyes were peculiar in their look and had considerable magnetism about them. Her face was of the old Negro type, expressionless except when highly animated, wrinkled from forehead to chin and with a skin not unlike parchment.
She was a peculiar character, and one which essentially belongs to an era of Louisiana long since passed away. That remarkable woman died at the advanced age of ninety-eight years, and it is curious that her demise should have happened within a few days of the "eve of good St. John," which is the anniversary of the Voudous, and which has been commemorated by the sect under her regency, for the last forty years, on the twenty-fourth of June of each year. When the next celebration comes, the Voudous will have no queen and on the eve of St. John Marie Lavaux will be voudouing with the ghosts of the past and her charms and incantations, will be of no avail. For she had love charms that brought lovers together and fearful drugs that sundered loving souls. Among her people her incantations, fetiches and charms were supposed to be without fail, and thousands crowded around her to obtain relief, fortune or revenge. How they were satisfied is neither here nor there, but they believed in the dark superstition, and faith covered all the faults and lies that made her a sorceress and a queen. With Marie Lavaux dies the last of these old Negro Creole characters that had almost risen in New Orleans up to the standard illustrations.
First went old Zabette, the celebrated cake woman of the St. Louis Cathedral, who in old times delighted the children and even some of the grown folks with her home-made pastry and delicious "boiere du pays," always kept cool in a bucket of clearest water. Of early mornings Zabette gave out choice black coffee in tiny cups to her clients, and we remember an old song composed ex tempore by a representative Creole on a certain morning succeeding a sleepless night, which she took as the price of a cup of coffee, and which began in this wise:
"Piti fille, piti fille, piti fille,
Piti fille qui couri dan de lo."
Then went Rose, the coffee woman of the French Market, one of the comeliest of her race, black as Erebus, but smiling always and amicable as dawn. Her coffee was the essence of the fragrant bean, and since her death the lovers of that divine beverage wander listlessly around the stalls of Sunday mornings with a pining at the bosom which cannot be satisfied.
Now Marie Lavaux is gone, the least graceful or poetic of these strange personations of the past, but undoubtedly the most powerful, and we can say that with her vanishes the embodiment of the fetich superstition and the last representative of that class whose peculiar idiosyncracies were derived from the habits and customs of old Louisiana. Much evil dies with her, but should we not add, a little poetry?" New Orleans Democrat - June 17, 1881
4. The Bell Witch
The Bell Witch or Bell Witch Haunting is a poltergeist legend from Southern United States folklore, involving the Bell family of Adams, Tennessee. The legend is the basis of the films An American Haunting (2006) and The Bell Witch Haunting (2004), and may have influenced the production of The Blair Witch Project (1999).
John Bell Jr. also wrote a book presenting the story as history.
According to the legend, the first manifestation of the haunting occurred in 1817 when John William Bell, Sr. encountered a strange animal in a cornfield on his large farm in Robertson County, on the Red River, near Adams, Tennessee. The animal, described as having the body of a dog and the head of a rabbit, vanished when Bell shot at it. This incident was quickly followed by a series of strange beating and gnawing noises manifesting outside and eventually inside the Bell residence. Betsy Bell, the family's younger daughter and the only daughter still living at home (Bell's oldest daughter Esther married Alexander Bennett Porter July 24, 1817), claimed to have been assaulted by an invisible force.
An artist's drawing of John Bell's death, originally published in 1894. In the foreground one can see a couple of men feeding the family cat with some of the unidentified liquid which was found near the body of John Bell. The cat died.
John Bell Sr., later in life, suffered frequent facial seizures, often rendering him speechless. John Bell, Sr. died on December 20, 1820. A small vial containing an unidentified liquid he allegedly ingested was found near the body. When some of the contents were force-fed to the family cat, the animal died. The vial was then disposed of in the fireplace.
Pat Fitzhugh's retelling of the Bell Witch legend concludes with a statement to the effect that some people believe that the spirit returned in 1935, the year when the witch claimed it would return ("one hundred years and seven" past 1828), and took up residence on the former Bell property. Other sources say that 1935 brought nothing out of the ordinary to the Bell descendants or the surrounding community.
The game of calling up the real ghost of the Bell witch to apper is considered by many as just often a test of courage, as it is said that if bell Witch and sometimes Bloody Mary is summoned, she would proceed to kill the summoner in an extremely violent way, such as ripping his or their face off, scratching his or her eyes out, driving the person insane or bringing the person into the mirror with her.
Some versions say that if you chant their unspeakable name thirteen times at midnightbut it is aid to work better when the time is closer to 3:AM, into a mirror that only reflects back your lite reflection. They say you must look are stare only into your own eyes. If you see your face begin to change then you know she is looking back at you ! Other variations say that the person summoning the dead Bell Witches ghost must not look directly at her, but at her eyes only in the image reflected back at you from in the mirror; If you can stare into her eyes for a full ten minutes and a tear runs down your cheek then you have passed her test and will not die.
Then The Bell Witch will then reveal the future to those present, particularly concerning marriage and children. You must then answer her questions. The questions usually consisit of, "What do you want must of all in this life?" Answer this will all your beliefe and don't lie, tell it like it is. And she will tell you the truth. Many are said to record EVP's at these sessions to make sure they can understand her answers because they are always in rhyme.
5. La Llorona The Lady In white
La Llorona is Spanish for "the weeping woman," and is a popular legend in Spanish-speaking cultures in the Americas, with many versions.
The basic version is that La Llorona was a beautiful woman who killed her children to be with the man that she loved and was subsequently rejected by him. He might have been the children's father, and left their mother for another woman, or he might have been a man she loved, but who was uninterested in a relationship with a woman with children, and whom she thought she could win if the children were out of the way. She drowned the children then killed herself, and is doomed to wander, searching for her children, always weeping. In some cases, according to the tale, she will kidnap wandering children.
Crybaby Bridge is a nickname given to some bridges. The name often reflects an urban legend that the sound of a baby can be, or has been, heard from the bridge. Many are also accompanied by an urban legend of a baby or young child/children being killed nearby, or thrown from the bridge into the river or creek below. Many times the actual ghost of a lone woman is encounterd hunting for her children, this is the La Lorna.
In 1999, Maryland folklorist Jesse Glass presented a case against the existence of several Crybaby Bridges as being genuine folklore; instead contending that they were fakelore that was knowingly being propagated through the internet.
According to Glass, near identical stories of Cry Baby Bridges; said to be located in Maryland and Ohio, began to appear online in 1999, but that the events which they described could not be affirmed by him as fact or preexisting folklore through either local oral history or the media.
Among the concerns presented by Glass was that the story of a particular bridge; said to be located in Wesminister, Maryland, centered around the murder of escaped slaves and African American children. Back in the 1800's, unwanted black babies were drowned by being thrown off the side of this bridge. It's located specifically on Rockland Road, just off of Uniontown Road outside of Westminster's city limits past Rt. 31. Regional newspapers which usually covered racially motivated murders of the period - Specifically the American Sentinel and the Democratic Advocate - made no mention of the events described online.
However, in their book Weird U.S.: Your Travel Guide to America's Local Legends and Best Kept Secrets, authors Mark Moran & Mark Sceurman relate the story of a purported Crybaby Bridge on Lottsford Vista Road between Bowie and Upper Marlboro, asserting that this bridge has "made believers out of many skeptics."The text included from their informant makes no mention of escaped slaves but does repeat a now familiar component of such legends: an out-of-wedlock birth.
Marshall, Texas: The Ghost Crying White Lady, And The Real "Woman in White"
La Llorona , or approximately "lah yoh-ROH-nah", Spanish for "the crying woman"), sometimes called the Woman in White or the Weeping Woman is a figure in Hispanic folklore, the ghost of a woman crying for her dead children that she drowned. Her appearances are sometimes held to presage death and frequently are claimed to occur near bodies of water, particularly streams and rivers. There is much variation in tales of La Llorona, which are popular in Mexico and the United States (especially in Mexican American communities), and to an extent the rest of the Americas.
by Tamilla Easter Jackson
Many versions of La Llorona's origin exist. Here is a comparatively common version. Maria (La Llorona) thought she was very beautiful, so she wanted the handsomest man to marry. So she got what she wanted. Once they were married they had a boy and after that a girl. Last they had boy. Maria's husband started to work out of town for a month or so. He came to visit his children, but not his wife. He didn't pay attention to her. Once Maria's husband came to visit them, but he came with a woman. He talked to his children and told them he was going to marry another woman. Maria was so mad that she got mad at her own children for no reason. So that's when she took them to the river and drowned them. Then she realized what she had done and started to cry for her children and killed herself. Next morning a man from the village came with the story that he found Maria dead by the riverbank. So the villagers buried her. In the very middle of the night they heard a woman crying for her children and that's when they found out it was Maria's ghost. People then started calling her "La Llorona".
In my home town the ghost lady as some call her the "Woman In White". The city of Marshall, Texas was a political and production center of the Confederacy during the Civil War, and was a major railroad center of the T&P Railroad from the late 19th century until the mid-20th century. The city's large African American population and the presence of black institutions of higher learning made Marshall a center of the civil rights movement in the South. The city is known for holding one of the largest light festivals in the United States, the Wonderland of Lights,and, as the self-proclaimed Pottery Capital of the World, for its sizable pottery industry. But it is also known for the very real haunting of a ghost the locals call "The Crying Lady in White".
"The Crying White Lady Ghost will lead you to the newly dead in Marshall, Texas." "And she has been seen by many doing this for over 100 years!" " I personally know because I have witnessed her several times over the years."
... Lisa Lee Harp Waugh
This haunted Woman's Ghost is said to lead people to the spot where someone is dead. usually that of murders or people who often just fall through the cracks. To see the White Woman means to follow her. She is often seen or heard crying loudly. If you see her more then three times in a year it is said you might die the following year from unknown causes. Many real Marshall, Texas ghost stories usually always circulate cornering the ghost lady somehow. Many have said they have seen the White Woman on or near their way home only to go home and find someone recently fresh dead.
The city is bisected along a north-south axis by East End Blvd. (US 59). The eastern half of the city is bisected along an east-west axis by US 80 which east of its intersection with US 59 is called Victory Drive and west of US 59 is named Grand Ave. The Harrison County Airport and Airport Baseball Park are located to the south of Victory Dr. off of Warren Dr. This is said to be good spot to start your paranormal investigation. Many say she is often spotted in this area on late Friday nights.
Real Ghost Photo Wiley College, Marshall Texas: Ghost Photo of The Real White Lady haunting the campus. Photo taken by Lisa Lee Harp Waugh. Wiley College 711 Wiley Avenue Marshall, TX 75670
Wiley College, the first historically Black college west of the Mississippi, was founded in 1873 by Bishop Issac Wiley of the United Methodist Church and the Freedman's Aid Society to prepare newly emancipated people for the future.
Wiley College is located in the Piney Woods of northeast Texas in the city of Marshall and serves the youth of Texas, Louisiana, Arkansas, Oklahoma, and consistently attracts students from throughout the United States and from many foreign countries. Paranormal activity there is only spoken of in hushed tones. Though there are several paranormal secret investigations groups made of students hunting for the real ghost that haunt the buildings and area.
Some think The White Lady of Marshall, Texas is said to date back to a nurse of the Confederacy during the Civil War. By 1860 the city was the fourth largest city in Texas and the seat of the richest county. The county had more slaves than any other in the state, making it a hotbed of anti-Union sentiment. When Gov. Sam Houston refused to take an oath of allegiance to the Confederacy, Marshall's Edward Clark was sworn in as governor. Marshall would also produce Texas's third Confederate governor, Pendleton Murrah. Marshall became a major Confederate city; producing gunpowder and other supplies for the Confederate Army, and hosting three conferences of Trans-Mississippi and Indian Territory leaders.
The city was founded in 1841 as the seat of Harrison County, after repeated failed attempts to establish a county seat on the Sabine River since the county was established in 1839, and was incorporated in 1843. The Republic of Texas decided to choose the site of land granted by Peter Whetstone and Isaac Van Zandt after Whetstone had proven that the hilly location had a good water source. The city quickly became a major city in the state because of its position as a gateway to Texas on several major stage coach lines. The establishment of several "colleges"— schools offering little more than secondary education—earned Marshall the nickname the Athens of Texas, in reference to the ancient Greek city state. The city's growing importance was confirmed when Marshall was linked by a telegraph line to New Orleans, becoming the first city in Texas to have a telegraph service.
From old New Orleans is where she is said to have arrived from. A widow woman with 2 boys and the girl her name is not really known but many have said that just call her the White Crying Woman. They say she had never recovered from the death of her husband. She is said to have been the secret mistress of a high ranking official and he knowing her husband had died moved her to Marshall Texas to be rid of her. In her depression, she drowned her kids and then herself in the Sabine River.
When she reached the gates of heaven, the Lord asked her "Where are your children?" She answered "I don't know my Lord." The Lord then said "You shall not enter these gates without your children." From that point on she roams the earth in search for her children in the rivers and streams of the Texas Louisiana area.
Lisa Lee Harp Waugh at a house on Blocker Road in Marshall, Texas, The great American Necromancer begins her search for the White Lady. Above Marshall, Texas Blocker Road real Ghost Photo. This the above Ghost Photo was taken in a home far from the college. And that it was said to have just had a visit from the White Lady to the Mother of a Wiley student who came home after seeing the White Woman and her mother was found dead.
To the west of downtown are some of the oldest African-American neighborhoods in Texas, centered around Wiley College. This is where she is said to have lived with her children before she died. To the north of Grand Ave. (US 80) are neighborhoods that were built largely by employees of the Texas and Pacific Railway. Some say her home was burnt down when people discovered the crime she committed. In addition to the Ginocchio National Historic District, this part of the city is home to East Texas Baptist University, and three historic cemeteries: Marshall Cemetery, Powder Mill Cemetery, and Greenwood, which is divided into Christian and Jewish sections. They say this is where she is buried and that her children's voices have been recorded as EVP's.
Who is The White Lady Ghost
A White Lady is a type of female ghost purported to appear in many rural areas, and who is supposed to have died tragically or suffered trauma in life. White Lady legends are found around the world. Common to many of them is the theme of losing or being betrayed by a husband or fiancé. They are often associated with an individual family line, as a harbinger of death. When one of these ghosts is seen it indicates that someone in the family is going to die.
Generally, the aspects of this phenomena are that the ghost is female, dressed in late era Victorian garb, seen along a rural road, and associated with some local legend of tragedy.
the guilt-ridden countess Kunigunda of Orlamünde, born landgravin of Leuchtenberg (Oberpfalz), who murdered her own children
Branch Brook Park in Newark, New Jersey, is home to the legend of the White Lady of Branch Brook Park. Two conflicting stories are told about this ghost. In one version, the lady was a newlywed who was killed along with her husband on her wedding night when their car skidded out of control and crashed into a tree in the park. In another version, the couple were on their way to a prom when their limousine crashed; the boy lived but the girl died, and she is allegedly still looking for her prom date. The White Lady of Branch Brook Park was also known in Newark's Roseville section, which borders the park, as Mary Yoo-Hoo. For many years the tree in question was along a sharp curve in the park road and part of its trunk was painted white, but it has since been cut down completely. It was said that on rainy or misty nights passing headlights produced a ghostly image crossing the road. There is some evidence that the details of this legend have been borrowed or blurred into other legends. Annie's Road, in particular, is thought to be a rehosting of this legend.
Is this a White Lady Ghost appearing In Gettysburg?
The White Lady who haunts Durand-Eastman Park in the Rochester, New York, area is believed to be the spirit of a mother whose daughter was kidnapped and raped.
The gold rush ghost town of Bodie, California, is home to many ghost stories. One involves "The White Lady," a woman who was affianced to a miner from Bodie. On his way to trade his gold for cash, he rented room #19 at the Bridgeport Inn in nearby Bridgeport and left his fiancée in the safety of the inn, as he felt it too dangerous for her to accompany him on his journey. Unfortunately, the miner was robbed and killed on his way to claim his fortune. Upon hearing of his demise, distraught and unsure of what to do next, the White Lady hung herself in her room. An apparition of a woman dressed in white (possibly in a wedding dress) is said to walk the halls of the Bridgeport Inn to this day, waiting for her lover’s return.
"The Ghostly Sphinx of Metedeconk" by Stephen Crane recounts the tale of a White Lady whose lover was drowned in 1815:
In the afternoon and early evening, a female spirit in a white dress wanders around the graveyard of Charleston's Unitarian graveyard. She is known as the "Lady in White" by the locals. She is said to be the spirit of a woman who died at about the same time that her husband died as his ship sailed for Boston, Massachusetts. Neither of them knew of the other's demise. She was buried in the Unitarian cemetery while he was buried in Boston, where his spirit allegedly haunts that graveyard. The ethereal "Lady in White" searches the graveyard eternally for her husband.
Union Cemetery in Easton, Connecticut is arguably one of the most haunted cemeteries in the country. The most well-known haunt is a spirit known as "The White Lady". The identity of the spirit is not known, but sightings of her didn't occur until the late 1940s; meaning she must have died sometime before then. She is also said to haunt the nearby Stepney Cemetery in Monroe, Connecticut.
Another tale of a White Lady is the Headless Bride who haunts the Old Faithful Inn at Yellowstone National Park. She is said to have been murdered by her ambitious new husband. After she fell in love with the servant, they went on a trip to Yellowstone. However, the young man managed to gamble away the money, and when the women asked her father for more money, and he refused, the husband beheaded his wife and fled. They say she haunts only the Old House, since that was the only part when she was alive. Every night around midnight, she descends from the Crow's Nest. Then, she turns, and you see tucked under her arm, her head! She is dressed in her old wedding gown. After she looks around sadly, she realizes her husband has not returned for her, and sadly disappears.
In Santa Cruz, California, a White Lady can be heard and seen wandering the forest near the cemetery at night. Rumor has it that a man drugged his wife on their wedding night, then burned down the house while she remained unconscious inside. The White Lady or "White Witch" now haunts the blackness in her wedding dress. She is known to move about loudly and approach those nearby. She is dangerous.
6. Lady Mary Howard
One of England's most famous ghosts is the wicked Lady Mary Howard, who in a phantom coach made from human bones - the bones of her four late husbands.
Sketch of the Duchess of Richmond by Hans Holbein the Younger.
The story of Lady Howard is probably one of the more noted of Dartmoor ghost stories tThe skeleton of a dog runs beside the coach. The story goes that each night the coach comes to Oakhampton Castle in Devonshire and the skeleton dog picks a blade of grass from Oakhampton Park to carry back to Lady Howard's family home. She has to take this journey every night until every blade of grass is picked - that is until the end of the world - as a punishment for murdering her four husbands.
And horses two and four;
My ladye hath a black blood-hound
That runneth on before.
My ladye's coach hath nodding plumes,
The driver hath no head;
My ladye is an ashen white,
As one that long is dead."
As the gates of Fitzford House creak open a fearsome sight appears, a massive black dog with glowing red eyes bounds out leading a morbid sight.
A large horse-drawn carriage made of bones follows, driven by a headless coachman and a ghostly white lady sits inside as it makes its way the 16 miles to Okehampton Castle.
When it reaches the castle the dog, with ceremony, goes to the castle mound and plucks one blade of grass.
The spectral procession then turns and rides back to Fitzford House where the blade of grass is laid on a stone and the spectres vanish back to where they came from.
This is the nightly torment of Lady Mary Howard, and when the castle mound is finally free of any grass she'll be allowed to finally rest easy.
This punishment is very traditional in the same way as Sisyphus pushing his rock up a hill, a long, tedious and repetitive task with the added factor of possible "release" at the end, but only after a distinctly impossible mission is completed.
The possible injustice of this fate however is that Lady Howard herself was actually the wronged party and the legends about her are widely suggested to revolve more about her father than her.
John Fitz, her father, became very rich, very young at the age of 21. Like many before and after him the money soon turned him into a moral-less shadow of his former self, sliding into a degeneracy that caused him to vent his wrath on the folk of Tavistock and led to the murder of two men, including his own best friend, killed on the doorstep of Fitzford House.
Mary found herself hated almost by proxy as stories about her father's behaviour became twisted around to land on her own shoulders.
John Fitz commited suicide, aged 30, after sliding into insanity and Mary, just nine at the time, was sold by King James I to the Earl of Northumberland who forcibly married her at 12 to his brother Sir Alan Percy, simply to gain her fortune as the last of her line.
This was the first of four husbands, all of whom she outlived. Percy died after catching a cold on a hunting expedition and that left her free to choose the man she desired, Thomas Darcy. Her one marriage for love however ended in tragedy as Darcy died just months after the two eloped and wed.
The final two of her marriages were both about money, and both failed because Mary was a much more assertive lady than the scared nine year old thrust around when orphaned.
Mary refused to let her husbands milk her dry and soon tied up her fortunes to keep them safe. This led to massive arguments and the break up of both marriages and the death of both husbands.
Mary then retired back to a ruined Fitz house that had been left deserted with her one remaining family member, a beloved son from her last marriage called George.
She hoped to live out her days in relative peace but life had one more shock for her, the premature death of George. This was the last break her heart could take and she died exactly one month after her son.
After her death, her life began to become a local legend and as such became skewed from the truth. Her own life became merged with that of her father and the deaths of her husbands became less and less innocent until it reached the height of maliciousness; the tale she had murdered all four husbands.
Finally the legend was born, Lady Howard, in the coach made of her husbands bones, riding on her futile journey each night, never allowed the rest in death from the adversity that was her life.
7. Delphine La Laurie
MADAME DELPHINE LALAURIE PAINTING BY RICARDO PUSTANIO © 2006 La Nouvelle-Orléans, Louisiane
DELPHINE LALAURIE GATEWAY PAGE UPDATED OFTEN
Madame Delphine LaLaurie Crucible of Horror on Royal Street
LaLaurie House, located at 1140 Royal Street. There is, indeed, a long and grim history associated with the house, and it is all traced back to Madame Delphine LaLaurie. It has been called the Most Haunted House in New Orleans by Many locals and tourist alike.
" THE HAUNTED HOUSE 1140 Royal Street New Orleans, Louisiana." Listed on the National Register of Historic Places Lalaurie House still stands. In Americas' most haunted city, the tortured ghost hold many secrets within the walls of this great haunted mansion .
Actor Nicolas Cage has bought a landmark New Orleans French Quarter property right up the street from the new home of Brad Pitt and Angela Jolie according to the website Big Time Listings. The Lalaurie House in New Orleans has had a checkered past and according to Wikopedia is considered the most haunted property in all of New Orleans.
The Haunted House
The Lalaurie house, called The Haunted House, was sold by an agent of the family in 1837 but avoided for decades by the local superstitious New Orleanians and remained vacant for thirty years.
1865 - During Reconstruction, house becomes a girl's public high school, open to both white and black children.
1878 - New Orleans school system is segregated. School becomes high school for black girls only. Lasts for one year.
1882 - House becomes conservatory of music and dancing school. Dismal failure when rumor spreads about owner of school and no one attends planned soiree and concert. Owner closes school next day. That night, it is rumored that the spirits of the Lalaurie house held a wild carnival to celebrate their triumph.
1889 - An apartment in the house occupied by Joseph Edouard Vigne for a little more than 3 years. He was thought to be a pauper.
1892 - Vigne found dead upstairs - after black crepe seen on the doors. An inspection of his apartment reveals over $10,000 in cash and family heirlooms stashed in various places around the dwelling. Contents of house auctioned off.
1920 - House is tenement by this time - many reports of ghosts. "There were no other families living here and one night, on the third floor, I saw a man walking carrying his head on his arm," reports one resident.
1923 - House sold to William Warrington who established the Warrington House, a refuge for young delinquents.
1932 - House sold to The Grand Consistory of Louisiana (a consistory is the organization that confers the degrees of the Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite of Freemasonry).
1941 - A grave marker plate for the tomb of Delphine Lalaurie is found in St. Louis Cemetery #1, Alley 4. But the plate is not attached to any specific tomb so the exact location of her crypt remains a mystery.
1942 - The Consistory sold the house. It was turned into a bar, and taking advantage of the building's ghastly history was called "Haunted Saloon". The owner knew many of the building's ghost stories and kept a record of strange things experienced by his patrons. It did relatively well with tourists, but locals eventually refused to patronize the place.
1949 - It was turned into a furniture store, which did not do as well at that location. At first, the owner suspected vandals when all of his merchandise was ruined several times, covered with a foul liquid filth. The owner waited one night with a shotgun, hoping to catch the vandals in the act. When dawn came, the furniture was once again ruined. He closed the place down shortly thereafter. Again, it sat vacant.
1969 to 2007 -- Eventually, the house was purchased by a retired New Orleans physician and renovated into apartments. Much of the house was in serious disrepair. When floorboards were replaced in the third floor slave quarters, the bodies of 75 people were found who had been buried alive. The remains were removed from the property. He restored the home to it's original state with a living area in the front portion and five apartments to the rear of the building. He had no paranormal experiences while living in the house. At Least not to the public.
2007 -- Actor Nicolas Cage bought the Lalaurie House through his Hancock Park Real Estate Company.
2008, Feb: The house is currently for sale by Sotheby's.
Madame Lalaurie depiction in wax. Delphine Lalaurie visits her torture chamber attic of the Most Haunted New Orleans Lalaurie House.
Musée Conti Historical Wax Museum
The Museum is located in the Historic French Quarter at 917 Rue Conti between Burgundy & Dauphine. Locates just 1½ blocks from world famous Bourbon Street.
Founded in 1963, "The WAX" tells the fascinating story of New Orleans from her founding to the present day. Experience more than 300 years of History, Legend and Scandal with the 154 life-size figures displayed in historically accurate settings. Plus a Haunted Dungeon!! The Wax offers tours to school groups, individuals and is perfect for private parties.
If you are looking for a unique site to host your next special event, we can accommodate. From the corporate event, to the private wedding reception, every event at the WAX is one thoroughly enjoyed and well remembered!
LALAURIE HAUNTED HOUSE GHOST STORY AND LALAURIE HOUSE GHOST PHOTOS
According to the verifiable report of Cathy, a local radiologist who was often a guest at the doctors' numerous gatherings, there were always strange and unexplainable events taking place in the home. Among these were unexplained footsteps on a blocked attic stairway near the bathroom in a remote part of the upstairs interior, disembodied voices in some of the guest bedrooms, and unexplained movements in the empty attic spaces.
Many people have returned to New Orleans and many are now taking pictures of home streets and what was once familiar to them, and many are capturing what they think to be ghosts in these reported real ghost photos Of the Lauarie House 1140 Royal Street.
8. The lady in white at Bachelor's Grove, Chicago
This small, abandoned cemetery should have faded into obscurity and probably would have if not for the 100 or so reports of eerie phenomena that have been reported there. Some have called it the most haunted place in America. The apparitions include a mysterious, phantom farmhouse with white porch pillars and a porch swing that squeaks until you approach it. There's also a pond on the grounds that legend says was a dumping ground for murdered gangsters (despite no records of bodies ever being found there). The pond is not only haunted by the restless souls of the unavenged murdered, but also by the ghost of an old farmer, who was pulled into the water by his plowhorse. Of course, no haunted cemetery would be complete without its lady in white, and Bachelor's Grove has one, too. She can be seen wandering the grounds, babe in arms, on nights when the moon is full.
Bachelor's Grove Cemetery is a small, abandoned cemetery in the Chicago metropolitan area. It is located near Midlothian and Oak Forest, Illinois in the Rubio Woods Forest Preserve on the Midlothian Turnpike. It is well-known for its haunted stories and ghost sightings. There are countless reports of glowing balls, apparitions, squeaks, moans, groans and unexplained noises. Its adjacent pond is also known for rumored mafia affiliation with Al Capone.
9. The Brown Lady
This infamous ghost set the bench mark for ‘photographic evidence’ of the supernatural back in 1936. According to legend, this ghostly lady, who haunts Raynham Hall in Norfolk, England, is the spirit of Lady Townshend. The Lady of the manor was never allowed out of the house by her overbearing husband, Lord Charles Townshend in life, and so haunted the house in her death too.
The Brown Lady of Raynham Hall
The Brown Lady is famous mostly as being one of the most reliably photographed ghost in history. Although she has not been seen since 1936, she is said to wear a long brown dress or cape. No one knows who the Brown Lady is, or how she is connected to Raynham Hall.
The first sighting was reported in 1835 by a house guest, Colonel Loftus. He actually viewed her twice. He said she was wearing a brown satin dress and had only black empty sockets for eyes. Another sighting was made by Captain Frederick Marryat. He intentionally slept in the "haunted room," but instead caught a glimpse of the Brown Lady an upstairs hallway. His description was the same as Loftus', except this time the Brown Lady was carrying a lantern. Marryat happened to have a gun with him, and fired point-blank at the figure. The bullets, of course, passed right through the ghost. The ghost was not reported again until 1926, at which time it was viewed by two little boys. In 1936, the famous photograph was taken by photographers Captain Provand and Indre Shira during a shoot for the magazine -Country Life-. Shira saw the ghost on the stairs, an instructed Provand to take a picture.
10. Hag Of Galveston, Texas
This creature of a real ghost is said to be very strange and is mostly seen walking the famous Strand Area late at night. Often seen wearing a long black dress and wild white or blonde hair blowing in the ethereal breeze that surrounds her.
Many have met this ghoulish hag and wish they hadn't. This is the most famous ghost in Texas!
by Leslie Danielle Ferrymen
The "Haunted Hag Of The Strand" in Galveston, Texas is bringer of the most haunted experience you could ever have. Many believe that she is a lost soul who had died in The Great Storm of 1900. Those who dare walk the Strand late at night see her strange apparition roaming the streets and peering around corners She is said to scream obscenities if you try to catch her or speak to her. And if she does not like you look out!
Over the years some locals have called her a ghoul. Still others say she is a vampire queen of the night that will haunt you until you die. But finding out the truth is reserved only for the very brave of heart. And so far only one team of Texas Paranormal Investigators have ventured out to try in recent times. Stories often tell that she sucks the life out of men and slits the throats of woman with her bare teeth and long nails. So be wary If you seek out for yourself.
The story of this Hag does go back well before the great storm. Magdalena was her name and a supposed spurned lover of the pirate King Jean Lafitte. The story goes that this beautiful Creole woman sold her soul to the Devil to get Laffite to fall in love wit her. But Laffite wore a very old powerful Voodoo Charm from a New Orleans exiled slave Voodoo Queen that protected him from all magical spells that could be put on him.
The voodoo hoodoo charm was given to him for the actual trade of her freedom, that which Lafitte granted.
Magdalena tried to seduce the great Pirate King but his charm saved him from her. By turning her into a creature forever to roam the night.
The Pirate King Of Galveston Island
Anonymous oil on canvas portrait of Jean Lafitte, early 19th century, Rosenberg Library, Galveston, Texas
After being run out of New Orleans around 1817, Lafitte relocated to the island of Galveston, Texas establishing another "kingdom" he named "Campeche". In Galveston, Lafitte either purchased or set his claim to a lavishly furnished mansion used by French pirate Louis-Michel Aury, which he named "Maison Rouge". The building's upper level was converted into a fortress where a cannon commanding Galveston harbor was placed. Around 1820, Lafitte reportedly married Madeline Regaud, possibly the widow or daughter of a French colonist who had died during an ill-fated expedition to Galveston. In 1821, the schooner USS Enterprise was sent to Galveston to remove Lafitte from the Gulf after one of the pirate's captains attacked an American merchant ship. Lafitte agreed to leave the island without a fight, and in 1821 or 1822 departed on his flagship, the Pride, burning his fortress and settlements and reportedly taking immense amounts of treasure with him. All that remains of Maison Rouge is the foundation, located at 1417 Avenue A near the Galveston wharf. When Laffite left Galveston Island in 1820 he made Jao de la Porta, a Jewish Texan merchant, a full-time trader.
While the Lafitte brothers were engaged in running the Galveston operation, one client they worked with considerably in the slave smuggling trade was James Bowie. The Lafittes were selling slaves at a dollar a pound, and Bowie would buy them at the Lafittes' rate, then get around the American laws against slave trading by reporting his purchased slaves as having been found in the possession of smugglers. The law at the time allowed Bowie to collect a fee on the "recovered" slaves, and he would then re-buy the slaves (essentially a "slave laundering" act) and then resell them to prospective buyers. And many Voodoo Hoodoo believers were so transported to Texas because of this.
The Lafittes were also engaged in espionage, and were, in effect, double agents. The notion of their loyalty to the United States, while much evoked by their own publicity, was highly dubious. The Lafittes (Pierre, in particular) spied for Spain through agents in Cuba and in Louisiana. While often providing solid material, the Lafittes in fact played both sides, American and Spanish, and always with an eye to securing their own interests. No doubt the charm of Pierre and his reputation as a man in the know figured heavily in the weight he was given by his immediate handlers, although he was never trusted by the higher-up of the Spanish interests. Of particular interest it should be noted that while running the island of Galveston for personal benefit, Pierre Lafitte tried to induce Spain to assault the island. This would have enhanced his standing with Spain while causing minimal real losses to the Lafitte operations.
Herbert Asbury recounts his death in The French Quarter: An Informal History of the New Orleans Underworld. In 1826, Lafitte entered the little Indian village of Teljas, on the mainland, and died of fever after a few days' illness in a native hut. He was 47. All the Voodoo Hoodoo Magic and riches he had Could not save is life.
Tales Of Black Magic And The Devil On Galveston Island
I questioned the Local ghost guide's a well respected psychic partner the beautiful lady back in 2004. She told me that The Galveston Hag was a evil witch that wanted immortal life and beauty. But in her love tryst with the Pirate Lafitte she became pregnant with child. The baby in her womb is said to possess the powers that the Devil had given her. Not the hag. You see the devil had tricked her because he knew she was trying to trick him into giving her all she wanted with no strings attached. Amy also said she had seen the old Hag on several occasions and sometimes she followed her late night ghost tours looking to capture a straggler or two.
I asked why and she said, "To capture the youth she long ago lost." You see when her infernal Devil Baby was born she immediately dried up and aged to the figure of a 80 year old woman. Her child, a girl was said to be very alert an had all the abilities of an adult at birth. And at once ran off into the night with umbilical cord still wrapped around her neck from where the hag tried to strangle it at birth. The child is said to have run to Laffites home on the Island and nearly killed him stealing the charm bag from around his neck as it fled.
In early 1821, the U.S. Navy ran Lafitte out of Galveston, according to French Quarter: An Informal History of the New Orleans Underworld. While leaving, Lafitte burned his compound and the ruins that were left is where the Devil Child is said to hide from the Hag at.
Lafitte's spirit walks the the homes ruins on nights of full moons it is said waiting for his Magdalena to be whole again.
Thus, despite the great heights to which Lafitte rose, began his decline. He left with three vessels, and left the once beautiful creole, now wretched Magdalena behind.
The beastly evil child is said to have lived in the ruins of Laffite's mansion until it grew to womanhood.
Amy would tell me no more then this. She said to speak of it means the old Hag or worse the devil's child will seek you out and kill you.
I pushed her for a few more details.
The Hag was transformed into a living Vampire she said until she died and was buried in the Old City Cemetery which is in the group of 7 on Broadway between "Broadway, or Ave J as it is also known" and Ave L, and 40th to 43rd St. She is buried or was in an unmarked grave. But she did not stay their long. The Great Storm is said to have set her free and since then she roams the streets seducing men and killing woman until she finds her Devil child. Once she can kill the child her offspring from Satan it is said she will regain her beauty and be whole again to live out her life as a normal woman.
"If Seeing The Old Galveston Hag Is Believing?" "Then I want to keep my eyes closed." Said Amy.
I just went back to Galveston Island this spring of this year. Sadly the beautiful young lady is no longer with the tour company, So I asked the nights ghost tour Host. What could he tell of the Galveston Hag? His face seemed to turn a shade or two paler then his normal color. He said " Who Told you about that?" I told him I heard on his tour in 2004. " Well that explains it he said." "Some stories only need to be told once." I wanted to know more about it I asked. He then asked me to tell him the story I knew, so I told him.He then said "I wouldn't go looking for no Hag if I was you." Case Closed he said I can give you no more then what you already know." He also said that that story is not part of his tour for obvious reasons."
So I set out with my camera and equipment to question the locals about the Hag and what they knew. Many of those that I talked to said they knew of the many ghosts that haunted the little Island. But as far as stories go they could give me no more then what I already knew.
I was told about the ghostly woman who sucked blood. And that she preyed on the many homeless people that frequented the Island in the summer months. Also about the old woman ghost that frequented the homes of new born's and watched over them to protect them from the Devil's child.
But it wasn't until 3:00 AM one night when I saw a shadowy figure roaming the strand dressed in black with long gray blond hair, that I realized the Old Hag of Galveston might just be real! I followed her to one of the many large service alleys where she disappeared into the darkness. I still wonder was I lucky to have seen her? Or just "Lucky" she did not see me?
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