Spooky Saturday...Things That Go Bump In The Night

Have you ever been afraid of the things that go bump in the night?

Well we are nearly at the end of my favorite month of the year, and in keeping with the spooky stories of murder, supposed suicide and hauntings, I wanted to share some great "ghost pics" and even a spooky tale to tell by the glow of that pumpkin on your porch. I hope you enjoy!

One of the most famous ghost pictures, circa 1936 is The Brown Lady Ghost. This is one photo that has never been proven to be faked! *read more here

This is not a ghost photo, but where better to find things that go bump in the night than a haunted castle?

Can you spot the spook? It looks as if a former student did not wish to miss the class photo!

Can you spot the family member in the window that did not wish to be left out of this family gathering?

Remember good old Harry Price? I discussed him a bit last week He was one of the first spiritualists, a famous one anyway. Of course spirits could not resist being in his photo. 

In this photo from GHOST STUDY, it would seem that the gent is waiting for his driver that did not seem to get the memo his boss wanted to go for a drive.

This little mischief maker just could not help jumping in for a good old photo bomb!

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 THE WHISTLING TEA KETTLE

Back in the 1890’s when trains of the Santa Fe Railroad first began to run in the vicinity of Ardmore, Oklahoma, one was held up by bandits seven miles from town where the tracks crossed Caddo Creek. Afterwards the robbers retired to an old house, where they divided and quarreled over the spoils. One robber was shot and killed. It is a tradition that part or all of the booty was hidden for a time in or about the house. People soon began to say that the ghost of the murdered bandit walked about the place trying to find where the money was hidden and for many years nobody was willing to live there.
However, about seven years ago, a family named Lynch moved into the deserted building. One afternoon, in the summer, Mrs. Lynch left her two oldest children at home and crossed the fields to visit some neighbors. An hour later, she heard her children screaming and ran out with her friends to learn the cause. Almost in hysterics, the youngsters came flying along shouting that someone was tearing the kitchen to pieces and that the tea-kettle was laughing and singing. Mrs. Lynch and others went to investigate. They found the tea-kettle steaming in the middle of the kitchen floor. A fire was burning in the cook stove, though none had been burning in it when Mrs. Lynch left home. The mystification of the onlookers was changed to horror when they observed that drops of blood were sprinkled about. The next day, the Lynches moved out and no family has lived in the building since . . . .
Ellis Perkins, who lives in the vicinity, had the latest known experience in the old dwelling. One afternoon, about four years ago, he was caught in a heavy rain storm while hunting. The only shelter . . . was offered by the old house, so he and his bull dog ran into it to get out of the rain. He walked upstairs and looked around the second floor, but there was no sign of recent occupancy. He shut the door at the top of the stairway and descended. As his foot left the lowest step, his dog sprang around and looked toward the top, his hair bristling; then began to bark as though he scented the presence of a stranger. Mr. Perkins said that he also looked back toward the top of the stairs. Under his gaze the door knob turned. The door opened, as though to permit someone to pass on to the stairway, and closed noiselessly. The hunter waited for nothing more. Followed by his yelping dog, he sprang to the front door and rushed out into the downpour. The wind must have blown the door open, friends tell him, but his invariable retort is, How could the wind have turned the door knob?
-- From the New York Times Reprinted in a textbook, Basic Writing
By Harold Y. Moffett and Willoughby H. Johnson


Harper & Brothers, New York, 1937

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