The Russian Sleep Deprivation Experiment

This is a whacked out story about a crazy-assed experiment our friends the Russian’s were performing in the 1940’s. Folks just lost their damned minds during the 40’s! Everybody was in the middle of doing these brutal and grotesque experiments in the name of science and defense back in the day, and that included the Russians.  Why should they miss out on being sadistic bastards when everyone else was having their fun right?!

1So, toward the end of the 1940s, these Soviet researchers seal five prison inmates in an airtight chamber and dosed them with one of their experimental stimulant gases so they could test to see the effects of prolonged sleep deprivation. So the room has this two way mirror in it. On the other side, were these “observers” a microphone and a camera, so yeah, it’s safe to say the test subjects were monitored closely. Every moment of their movement, behavior and conversations was under constant surveillance.  That’s enough to make you go ape shit right there! So, what landed these prisoner in to this posh position? They were promised their freedom if they could stay awake for 30 days, no sleep, at all!

Well, the first few days of the experiment go by with no major issues or events. But, by the fifth day, the inmates start showing signs of stress. Their unknowingly broadcasted conversations were centering around them becoming a little hostile about their situation. After a day or so, they stopped speaking freely among themselves, instead they had started whispering back and forth between each other. Yeah, that was the first stages of paranoia setting in. I’m thinking stage two was when they started whispering to the microphones instead of interacting with their fellow cellmates. They were all whispering the same kind of things: they where spilling compromising information about their fellow inmates. It was almost as if they were trying to win the favor of the researchers.

2On the ninth day the screaming began. First one subject, then another, was observed running around the chamber screaming at the top of his lungs for hours on end. Those that weren’t belligerently screaming their lungs out had started ripping apart the books that they had been provided with. Then it got interesting. They start smearing their shit over the mirrored window then smacking the pages from the books on top of it, basically blocking out the observers from watching them. Then, just as suddenly, the screaming stopped. The subjects ceased communicating altogether. Three long days passed without a sound from inside the chamber. Fearing the worst, the researchers start trying to rouse them through the intercom. When there was no response, they made an announcement: “We are opening the chamber to test the microphones,” they said. “Step away from the door and lie flat on the floor or you will be shot. Compliance will earn one of you your immediate freedom.”

A voice from inside the cell answered, “We no longer want to be freed.” Fearing what may happen if they opened the cell door, the scientists decided to leave them be for just a while longer.

3Two more days passed without contact of any kind, now the scientists are debating on what to do next. Finally, they decided to terminate the experiment. At midnight on the fifteenth day the stimulant gas was flushed from the chamber and replaced with fresh air in preparation for the subjects’ release. Far from being pleased at the prospect of leaving the chamber, the subjects began screaming as if in fear for their lives. They begged to have the gas turned back on. Instead, the researchers unsealed the door to the chamber and sent armed soldiers inside to retrieve them. Nothing could have prepared them for the gruesome nightmare they witnessed upon entering.

One subject was found dead, lying face-down in six inches of bloody water. Chunks of his flesh had been torn off and stuffed into the floor drain. All of the test subjects were found to have been severely mutilated, in fact. What’s worse, the wounds appeared to be self-inflicted. They had ripped open their own abdomens and disemboweled themselves with their bare hands.

Some had even eaten their own flesh.

The four who were still alive seemed terrified of falling asleep and refused to leave the chamber, they were still begging the researchers to turn the gas back on. When the soldiers attempted to remove the inmates by force, they fought back so ferociously that even the soldiers hadn’t been prepared to protect themselves properly. These test subjects were violently crazed, even in their mutilated conditions. They fought back fiercely. One suffered a ruptured spleen and lost so much blood there was literally nothing left for his heart to pump, yet he continued flailing for a full three minutes until his lifeless body collapsed.

4The remaining subjects were restrained and transported to a medical facility for treatment. The first to be operated on fought so furiously against being anesthetized that he tore muscles and broke bones during the struggle. As soon as the anesthetic took effect, his heart stopped and he died. The rest underwent surgery without sedation. Far from feeling any pain, however, they laughed hysterically while on the operating table — so hysterically that the doctors, perhaps fearing for their own sanity, administered a paralytic agent to immobilize them.

After surgery, the survivors were asked why they had mutilated themselves, and why they so desperately wanted to go back on the stimulant gas. Every one of them gave the same answer: “I must remain awake.”

The researchers considered euthanizing them to obliterate every trace of the failed experiment, but were overruled by their commanding officer, who ordered that it be resumed immediately; with three of the researchers joining the inmates in the sealed chamber. Horrified at the prospect, the chief researcher pulled out a pistol and shot the commanding officer point blank. He then turned and shot one of the two surviving subjects. Pointing his gun at the last one left alive, he asked, “What are you? I must know!”

The test subject then responded: “Have you forgotten so easily?” he said, smiling. “We are you. We are the madness that lurks within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind. We are what you hide from in your beds every night. We are what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread.”

The researcher fired a bullet into his heart. The EEG monitor flat-lined as the subject murmured these last words: “So…nearly…free.”

 

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Haunted History, The Ghosts of 911

 

Everybody and their Grandmama can remember exactly where they were when this fucked up event took place.  I was wearing a suit and heels and carrying a briefcase, standing in my office with my eyes glued to the TV.  Yeah, me in a suit with a briefcase, that’s scary enough in it’s own right!  My initial reaction when I walked into the conference room and saw the scene playing out was that everybody was watching a movie, it didn’t take long before I figured out otherwise, and the cameras rolled on as people were jumping or falling from the flaming building.  People noticed right away that there was something evil in the air, besides the physical fall out from the attack. Almost immediately pictures were being posted of demonic faces that had emerged in the billowing smoke that followed the explosions.  I’ve looked at several still frames and videos.  There are 13 distinct wicked faces that were documented that day, and from then forward there have been tales of paranormal activity on that very site.

There are hundreds of reports from workers and volunteers that participated in searching through the rubble for bodies.  Along with these eyewitness statements comes tons of photographs of white misty figures floating about over the rubble.  The spirits of those that perished that day searched desperately for answers.  Some of these victims never knew what hit them, their scenarios are much like the mother we discussed earlier.  But then there were those that looked out of a window just before the plane plowed through the building.  They saw what was coming.  Imagine the terror and desperation, the flux of adrenaline and the sensation of damnation that these folks felt as they braced for impact.  That is the very state that hundreds of these victims died in and that is the very sense that has saturated the soil where the freedom tower stands today.

The clean up after the attack took nine months to clear out, a total of 1.8 millions of rubble and debris were moved to a landfill where volunteers sifted through each handful for remains or any forms of identification that could be found.  Many of the spirits also came to the site where the rubble had been delivered.  Frank Marra was a NYPD officer that had been assigned to help and oversee this “Sifter” project.  Frank had so many encounters with the spirits of the victims from 911 that he wrote his own book entitled Hallowed Ground, it may be one that you would want to pick up.

1Among some of Frank’s experiences were these, two of which we’ve talked about in the past.  Frank, on several occasions, witnessed an colored woman dressed in a red cross uniform, she was carrying around a tray of sandwiches.  The apparition was strikingly vivid until she got near him, then she would fade away into nothing.  Frank was not the only worker on the site to see the red cross woman, several other volunteers reported witnessing the same image.  And there’s another example.  Frank, along with many others that worked the site of the attack as well as the Sifter project, reported seeing Soul reapers, large black masses that slowly hovered over the rubble.  Soul reapers are said to be heavenly entities that are here to help spirits find their way.  It’s a good thing, I’m certain the help was needed but I am also certain that not every wayward spirit was retrieved from either site.

WTC Ghost_WatermarkedJoe Lani, another NYPD officer, worked at ground zero 12 hours a day for 5 months.  His first paranormal encounter was on day 1.  His work hours were from 4 am to 4PM, he rolls onto the site at 4 in the morning and sees a man walking around in the middle of all of the rubble and debris.  He then gets out of his vehicle to begin his work day and decides to go over and get a status report from the man he sees walking around.  But the second he gets close enough to call out to him, he disappears into thin air.  These experiences became the norm for Joe and everyone else on site.  5 months into this heart wrenching detail and his heart literally gives out on him.  After his heart attack, Joe was forced to retire, but several of the spirits that he had encountered on site, came home with him.

Spirits walk through the rooms of his home, absorbing all of the light and electricity within them as they pass.  He is frequently touched or tapped by unseen hands, and there are the constantly muffled voices of those that are still crying out for justice or at the very least, an explanation of what has happened to them.  and lastly, every clock in Joe’s house is constantly stopping at 8:46 am which is the exact time the first tower was hit.

Joe has a music room in his home, which he calls the “drum room.”  He said the room became rife with paranormal activity. He’d walk in and there would be cold spots, the smell of cigarette smoke and perfume, and his cellphone battery would immediately drain.  Lights would flicker.  So he began taking photos and, to his shock, the photos revealed apparitions in the form of foggy streaks of light also known as ectoplasm.  The ectoplasm even spelled out his name.  Another time, a spectral crucifix appeared on his kitchen cabinets.  The next time, the Twin Towers appeared in the same spot.  He caught both on film.

First responders, on site witnesses and volunteers weren’t the only ones that were directly affected by the horrendous remains scattering the area.  Several days passed before folks that lived near ground zero were allowed to return to their homes.  Most of these folks were accompanied by police or fireman just to make sure these folks would be returning to structurally sound residences.  Imagine having been at work only a few blocks from where the attacks went down, close enough to see the rising flames and billowing smoke.

You wonder who of your friends and family could have been lost and then at the end of the day, you’re informed that you can’t go home.  Here’s what makes it worse.  Several days have passed, you and everyone you know or encounter are physically and mentally exhausted, you’re only form of relief is knowing that you will finally be allowed to return to your apartment.  So, your escorted all the way to your door, everything is basically ok, covered in ashes and soot, but ok.  You open your door and see that there is a huge gaping hole in the wall where there was once a window and just inside what was once your dining nook sits 2 airliner seats with the scorched remains of human bodies still strapped in them.

There were tons of grisly tales running rampant for days and weeks after the attack.   A policeman dead of a self-inflicted bullet wound, his legs crushed in the rubble. (He’d chosen to die quickly rather than slowly.) A baby’s broken body trampled on the street outside the World Trade Center.  A pair of clasped hands, severed at the wrists, one black and one white. Five emaciated bodies dug out of the debris sometime in November. (These folks had died of starvation.) and these are just the tales that we know about, there are bound to be multitudes of others.

On November 3rd 2014 the Freedom Tower was opened on the site of where the twin towers once stood.  Inside of the world trade center complex there were also a set of twin fountains and a September the 11th museum constructed to memorialize both the victims and the site itself.  Since construction began on this complex there have been reports of a mysterious hum or moan reported, some believe that it is the sound of the victims desperate voices as they call out from beyond.  Now folks, I have actually listened to a couple of different recordings of this humming noise.  The first time I heard it, even within the first few seconds, my initial reaction was heartbreak and my eyes filled with tears, that should tell you something right there.  Whether there’s a physical reason for the heart-wrenching sound or if spirits are reaching out, no one knows. No scientific explanation exists.

Before the Freedom Tower was built, the Millennium Hilton Hotel overlooked the ground zero site. Many hotel visitors reported seeing all kinds of ghostly activity.  One visitor swore that he felt like a crowd of people were in his room, and he couldn’t sleep there.  Other guests complained to the staff that they had nightmares of 9/11 victims faces pressing against their windows.  Due to all of the complaints, the staff avoided renting rooms that had a view of Ground Zero.

3In the September 11 Museum, a 30 foot girder from the original tower is on display.  The centerpiece has been bent and deformed from the Flight 11 aircraft.  On the metal surface, a face appeared to construction workers. Thereafter, many of the workers were too frightened to go near the display.  They dubbed this piece the “Angel of 911” as it seems to look down in anguish and horror for what has come to pass.

While we’re on the subject of strange and inexplicable happenings, some believe that it would have been impossible for the airplane passengers to have called from their cellphones, and yet many did.  The planes were flying at 29,000 and 31,000 feet.  According to Bill Rojas of IDCAR, cellphone reception is lost at about 10,000 feet.

4And then there was flight 93, no way I wouldn’t acknowledge these guys.  Their brave acts saved the lives of hundreds, possibly 1000’s.  Certainly the emotions spent upon their last stand have permeated the soil there at the fated site.  Today there stands a memorial for each hero that gave their life that day, but on September 11th there was a flaming pile of wreckage beneath a billowing cloud of smoke that reeked of aviation fuel and pine trees.

Three hours after impact, an FBI agent by the name of Lillie Leonardi was sent to the site in the capacity of liaison between first repsonders and victims families.  Lillie was used to gruesome scenes due to her scope of work but when she arrived to the flight 93 site she said it was oddly different than the others she had worked on.  The site was still, quiet even and most bizarre, there were no bodies scattered around, it was like the ground opened up and swallowed the plane.  and then, Lillie has a paranormal encounter that few have ever experienced.  She said she looked on as the smoke started to settle to the ground and then from the ground rose angels, hundreds of them were gathering just to the left of the site.  Then a sudden brisk wind came from nowhere distracting her and two men that were walking to either side.  There attention was grabbed as the wind seemingly intentionally flipped through the pages of a barely singed book then abruptly stopped.

Lillie picked up the book to see that it was a bible, and the page where it stopped, Psalm 23.  For you that don’t know, Psalms 23 is more commonly known as the Lords Prayer, The Lord in my Shepard, I shall not want, ring a bell, yeah, incredible right!

Today the site is fenced off and patrolled by security guards, and trust me these guys have some stories to tell too, tons.  On a normal night there are easily half a dozen shadow people encountered but there are several that appear vividly in full form as well.  Voices are heard several times per shift and inside the trailer on site that serves as an office, it’s typical that the front door is knocked on by unseen hands, furniture is moved and voices are heard.

and then what about flight 77?  Well, folks, I did a little digging and guess what I found?  Nothing, zip, nada.  I was perplexed for a minute, how could this be?  ok, there weren’t thousands of deaths at that site, but still more than just a handful of people died there that day.  Then I realized, it’s the pentagon, we’ll never, ever know anything about any spirits that return to, or never left that site.

 

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Haunted History – The Anderson Hotel

anderson    Alright so how about a haunted story from Kentucky?!  Yep, they have ghosts in Kentucky too, who would have thought!  So this is the story of the Anderson Hotel in Lawrenceburg Kentucky.  The Anderson has been closed down for decades; no room for the living there, cause the locals say that it’s packed full of ghosts.  Well, it’s not just the locals, apparently there’s a bunch of professional paranormal researchers that will tell you the same thing.  In fact, there is so much paranormal activity going on in this old hotel that not even the investigators are allowed back inside.

During a Season One filming of “Paranormal Lock Down” several of the film crew were attacked by, well, something.  On site, the team was able to photographically document bite and scratch marks on the torso’s of camera men and investigators alike.

So where did these malevolent spirits come from?  Well, apparently the Anderson wasn’t anything like the Hilton.  There is a dark and sordid history of drugs, prostitution, murder and at least 3 suicides, attached the the Anderson.  Imagine the fantastic vibes in this joint Ya’ll, it ain’t no Disneyland in this sucker!

mattressInvestigators have found and documented many areas in the Anderson that emit crazy high readings,  In this one room there is a mattress crammed in the corner, it’s stained with this dark rusty looking stuff, I would say likely blood right!  This room is believed to be one of the suicide sites.  The investigators that were last present in this room described some terribly disturbing events.  They claimed to have seem these horrific looking creatures in the room, they drug themselves across the floor.

In checking out the results of the investigation performed by “Week in Weird” I found more creepy details about the blood stained mattress.  These guys think that this is the same mattress where a young girl died after slitting her wrists open. They actually sprayed the mattress down with Luminol.  Guess what Ya’ll, that nasty looking stain, it was blood! Then these crazy bastards do something insane!  They pull the mattress back to the room where police reports said the body was found, and all Hell broke loose!  Members of the team were being slapped and bitten.  Others were having their hair pulled or being shoved by unseen hands.  Black shadowy creatures began drifting down the hallways, darting in and out of long since vacated rooms.

boardIn another location, investigators from “Week in Weird” discovered a floor board with writing etched into it.  This board appears to be several decades old, the lettering that is etched into it does not seem to associate with any known alphabet.  Also inscribed in the board are ominous images of snake like creatures and the board appears to be spattered in blood.  These investigators are convinced that this board was used to open a porthole and allowed something dreadfully evil inside the Anderson.

When the doors were closed, in fact right after this investigation when the summoning board was found, the owner of the hotel brought the board to the investigators, with it came aggressive attacks.  Those that were near to the board were touched by freezing cold phantom hands, bitten and slapped.  Equipment wouldn’t work while in close proximity to the board,  Things would be thrown or moved across the room.  Eventually the board was housed with The traveling museum of paranormal and occult for safe keeping.

Though most of the spirits seemed to have latched hold of this place in the 1980’s, they definitely weren’t the first ghosts to homestead here.  Back in the late 1850’s a young couple lived here.  There had been a horrible steamboat accident and young Sarah was convinced that her husband had been killed.  Out of grief and despair she committed suicide, he husband hadn’t been involved in the crash and came home just a day or so afterward to find Sarah’s lifeless body.  Sarah is one of the more friendly ghosts, She’s seen often in old fashioned clothes and is known to leave dimes at the front counter, intended as a gratuity to management for running the establishment so well.

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Urban legend – Demon’s Road

dr1 This particular road is in Huntsville Texas.  Ok, so it doesn’t appear to be extraordinary right?!  But, at the end of Bowden road, also known as Demon’s road by the locals, is Martha’s Chapel Cemetery.  From what I have read, it’s not just the cemetery where you could encounter a ghost.  Thrill-seekers claim that it’s one hell of a ride just getting there.  Let me tell you what I’ve found.

For decades and even still today, there is a steady stream of haunting experiences that folks have had while traveling down this road.  Not just eerie feelings and hair standing on end here folks, there’s some crazy shit happening on this little country road.  But, of course, the best of it all occurs in the cemetery.  One of the eeriest statements I read was by a woman made in 2010.

Ok, so this chick her husband and some of their friends go to visit the cemetery.  While there they all saw a man wandering aimlessly through the headstones.  None of them paid him much attention.

A few days later, while home alone, this chick goes to get into the shower.  When she turns to close the curtain, the same creepy assed dude is standing there in her bedroom, staring straight at her.  After he, or it, succeeds in scaring the hell out of her, it disappears into thin air and never returns.  From what I hear, she got off easy.  Locals warn folks when they head down that road that it’s not unusual for something to come back with you.

Then there’s this one guy and his story.  Wait til you hear this madness!  Ok, so the guy and his friend go to the cemetery one afternoon.  As they’re walking around, the one guy sees a hand protruding from a grave.  Eager to check it out, he drags his reluctant friend over to the grave with him.  By the time they’re close enough, an entire arm has dug it’s way from the dirt.  So what does the one guy do?  Get this,  despite his friend begging him to back away, the one guy kneels down and goes to touch the hand.  What a idiot!  I mean really!  I might would have handed the hand a beer or something but I for damned sure am not touching it!  What the hell was he thinking, right?!

So anyway, the hand grabs the one guy tight and starts pulling at him, trying to drag him into the grave.  So his terrified friend grabs onto him and starts pulling his friend backwards.  Eventually the idiot is freed.  So he stands up to ask his freaked out friend if he’s ok and as he does, he sees a man standing directly behind his friend.  So he lunged forward to protect his friend just as the other man lifts his head.  The other dude looked exactly like his friend who had been begging his dumb ass to leave the whole time.  So when he turns away from this other dude his friend is gone, he’s like nowhere.

So the idiot starts running and when he gets to the car he notices huge hand prints in the dust on the car.  So now he’s all freaked out but he heads to the safety of the car anyway. He jumps in and locks the doors.  While he’s sitting there trying to make sense of what had just happened, he feels drawn to look in the backseat, guess what he sees!?  It’s his friend, crumpled up in the back seat, deader than hell!

So back to those huge hand prints.  It seems that is a typical occurrence.  There are hundreds of reports where vehicle owners have stated that there were hand prints all over their cars, and those were just the ones that drove down the road without stopping at the cemetery.

hqdefault1But hand prints aren’t the only things that occur on the roadway.  There are tons of reports of folks having seen inexplicable red lights.  The number of lights seen always coincides with the number of people in the vehicle.  There is one report made by four individuals that took a ride down Demon road one evening.  So they’re riding along and all of the sudden four red lights appear from out of nowhere.  Mesmerized by the floating anomalies, the driver takes his foot off of the gas and slows down.  Moments later it sounded like something hit the back of the car.  The passengers in the back seat turn around and immediately see four huge hand prints appear on the surface of the trunk.  I’m betting at that point the driver floored it and got the hell out of there!

Besides these mystery lights and massive hand prints, plenty of other ghostly apparitions are seen on the road way to Martha’s Chapel Cemetery.  Two of the most commonly seen are a young child with glowing eyes that’s riding a tricycle along the road way and a second faceless figure that brings with it an overwhelming sensation of threat to those that see it.  These spirits chose to reveal themselves in many different forms but regardless to how they are witnessed they are never reported as anything less than terrifying and violent.

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Haunted History – The King’s Tavern

kings01 The King’s Tavern is a 230+ year old structure that is still in use today.  The Tavern is located at 619 Jefferson street in Natchez Mississippi and at the moment appears to be an up scale bar and grill, just as it was when it was  in the late 1700’s.

Originally, King’s Inn was intended to be a block house for Fort Panmure but because there was no local sawmill, materials had to come from other places.  Many of the structures built here during this era were constructed from beams scrapped from old New Orleans sailing ships which were brought to Natchez via mule.  Another high demand source of materials were barge boards from flat riverboats that were used to travel down the Mississippi.  Since the boats couldn’t make way back up the river, they were dismantled and sold off at the Natchez port.  The last of the materials required were easily obtained locally, sun dried bricks were of course, common in the area.

So after the Revolutionary war, the fort was no longer occupied and in 1789 a New Yorker named Richard King moved his family to Natchez and purchased the block home.  King turned the home into a combination tavern and inn where mail parcels could be picked up and delivered.  So as you can imagine, King’s Inn quickly turned in to Natchez’s social gathering spot and King found his business had become quite lucrative.

During this time some rather unsavory characters came in to town, these weren’t the run of the mill outlaws, these were folks like the infamous Harpe Brothers.  These sadistic bastards were bad news.  Their favorite past time was tormenting and mutilating their victims before finally putting them out of their misery.  These guys made their living off of robbing folks as they left Natchez, mainly the sailors who had just sold their dismantled vessels as building material. When their pockets were full of stolen cash, they would return to Natchez and spend their loot in town, usually at the King’s Inn.

I’m going to get off of the King’s Inn for a minute just to tell you guys a little more about the Harpe brothers and their gang.  These two men and their cohorts were labeled the first serial killers in the US.  So, when the Revolutionary war began, these two joined up with a Tory Rape gang.  Not really that they supported the Royal Crown, it was justification for them to brutalize, murder, rape, plunder and burn down family homes and farms.  Oh, and kidnap.

Yeah these two kidnapped their “wives”  if you want to call them that.  These two young girls were beaten and raped often.  Both of them became pregnant at some point, both of the infants were murdered by the Brothers the moment they were born.  Real sweethearts huh!  Well, these two wives wind up dead or missing while the brothers and their “gang” continue on with their reign of terror.  Later on, one of the brothers took a new wife the other, took on 2 wives.  The circumstances were quite different this time, their wives were a vicious bunch as well, that would actually be tried for murder but were later set free.

Meanwhile behind them all they’re leaving a trail of bodies.  To be specific, bodies that had been slit open, their intestines removed, their empty body cavities were refilled with rocks and dirt then submerged within the nearest body of water, the gang’s calling card.

So in 1799, the still pissed Father of one of the first kidnapped wives, has tracked the brothers down.  They were actually getting ready to kill a man when they were spotted by him.  Big Harpe was shot down from his horse but not killed, that came later when dear old Dad slowly removed his head with a saw, more about that in a minute.  The other brother managed to escape, but only for a little while.  This dude hooks up with a band of pirates along the river.  He and a friend of his decides to take out the leader of this motley crue because there was a bounty on his head.  So they attack the leader and cut off his head.  They take the head to the authorities to claim the reward but both were recognized.  They were executed in 1804.  Their heads were impaled on the same roadway as Big Harpe which you’re fixing to hear about now.

Ok, so back to back to King’s Inn.  So things are really rough around this area, had been for a long time, and it stayed that way until Big Harpe, was beheaded.  His head was run through with a stake and placed on the road just outside of town as a warning for all to see.  And with that, came the end of two eras in Natchez, the bad guys pulled out and steamboats pulled in.  Now that there was no longer a need to travel the Natchez Trace, the economy bit the dust and King sold his establishment to the Postalwaith Family who would revert the inn to a private residence which would remain in the family for 150 years.   In 1973 the homestead was sold again and has been given back it’s namesake, the King’s Tavern.

Ok, so now that you know a little about the background, it’s time to tell you about the darker side of things.  One of the first tragedies that struck the King’s Inn was caused by one of the Harpe Brothers, perhaps this is the one that was beheaded and if so, after hearing this, you’ll understand why.

So one of the infamous brothers known as Big Harpe was staying at King’s Inn one night, spending a wad of stolen cash from a robbery a few days before.  Also staying there, in one of the attic rooms, was a young woman with her new born baby.  She had tried relentlessly to quiet the fussy infant but to no avail.  Finally Big Harpe had had enough of the endless squalling.  He marches up the stairs to the attic room, bursts through the door and snatches the infant from its mother.  He then grabs the baby by its feet and swings it with all of his might into the adjacent brick wall. The baby of course died upon impact.  Both the infant and the mother’s crying can be heard on the upper levels of the Tavern from time to time.

Another tragedy that befell the King’s Inn was brought about by adultery and then murder.  Well, Richard King was turned into a wealthy man very quickly, and as most men with money do, he determined that he could have just exactly what the hell he wanted, regardless of his vows to his current wife.  King had hired a 16 year old girl to work as a server in his tavern.  The girl, at the time was engaged herself.  Well King immediately determined that the girl would be his and he began attempts of seducing her regularly.

Well it finally happened, young Madeline gave in to his advances and a sultry Mississippi love affair began.  Everything was just wonderful between them, at least until Mrs. King caught wind of what was going on.  See most folks here would think, yeah it’s oh shit time for sure.  Yeah, let me tell you a little bit about us Southern Women, we’re smart and we’re sneaky as Hell.  So with that being said, I’ll continue on with the story.

Well, Madeline, all the sudden, comes up missing,  No shit, right!  Yeah, Mr. King is walking around the place with a puss on his face doing his best to hide his broken heart.  On the other hand Mrs. King is wearing just the hint of a sly smile but has nothing to say on the matter!

Ok so I told you that to tell you this.

In 1930 the house had to have some renovations and some shoring done.  While repairing the fireplace in the main room of the Tavern, three mummified bodies were found cemented into the walls of the fireplace; two men and a young girl.  In another fireplace in another room, a dagger was found.  It’s been assumed that this was the murder weapon for all three of the bodies.  So who was in the fireplace with Madeline?  No one knows for sure, but there are rumors that the bodies belonged to men that were either patrons or servants that had annoyed Mrs. King.

So, now the fireplace is known to become hot as Hell, no need for a fire, in fact it just seems to heat up on it’s own even though it is no longer used as a working fireplace.  As far as Madeline, she stays quite busy these days.  She appears frequently to both patrons and staff and apparently has some kind of fetish for walking on freshly mopped floors.  Her footprints are often seen walking across the wet surface, headed toward the one who’s holding the mop.  She also enjoys knocking jars from off of shelves and rocking in rocking chairs, turning on faucets and turning off lights.  She proves to be quite handy when she wants to be.  Staff says that there are a few doors that are hard to open and close due to the age of the structure.  When Madeline’s name is called the door will open and when the staff member is finished in the room, the door will close solidly behind them when they walk out.

The King’s Tavern has been investigated many times.  There are tons of photos of shadowy figures and of course their are both photos and voice recordings of Madeline.  There is another entity that is often seen and photographed here as well.  It’s a tall man wearing a black jacket and top hat.  He’s described as sinister and always appears angry.  He’s got a thing for showing up in pictures when people are posing in front of the fireplace where the bodies were discovered   and he also likes to throw things around, particularly dishes.  People say that when they see the tall man they feel a tightness in their chest and throats.  To this day, no one has ever been able to identify any of the ghosts seen at King’s Tavern other than Madeline.
Sounds like a great place to go grab a steak and a glass of wine!   I’m thinking that there’s gonna be a little field trip to Natchez in my near future….

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2017 – Ringing in the New Year!

PrintWith the advent of a new year, sensibilities rise to the forefront of our mind. Perhaps more than a birthday, the new year sings its own reverie to get our ducks in a row, to begin again to tow the mark, bids us to turn the page and start anew. Yes, the new year taunts us to envision the horizon and see the future by improving our focus. The festivities are over – winter is settling in and she proves to be a preponderance of resolution our inner being innately underscores in its need for reparation toward the achievement of our newest creative seeds and their triumphant emergence in the springtime for summer’s consumption and fall’s exuberance.

As a fledgling entrepreneur / small business connoisseur, having experienced equally great successes and failures, it is time to embrace the season and refresh business acumen, ideologies and direction. It is time to take successes into the future, and to comprehend lessons-learned from entrepreneurial failures of the past, in order to benefit clients, customers, readers and authors universally in our future.

In order to enact benefits, change is required. So, throughout the month of January 2017, change is the plan of the hour. And, will be introduced as the month progresses to enrich government and commercial clients and customers, as well as literary and non-fiction readers and authors.

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The “Twisted Southern Horror Queen” breaks 1000!

10 Episodes into the “Twisted Southern Horror Queen” show replays break 1000!  Come on over to the dark side, I’ll have plenty of haunted history and urban legends waiting for you!