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Thursday, September 22, 2011

HAUNTED RADIO

AUSTIN, TEXAS - Roy had moved from a smaller market radio station to a larger metropolitan market and had to start on the graveyard shift. For a young married man this was a good opportunity. The shift came to him suddenly, one night several days after giving the program manager his air check tape and resume he received a phone call. The program director asked if he could come as soon as possible. He apologized for calling so late, but something had happened and could Roy come in that very night to work? Roy knew an opportunity when he heard one. As soon as he arrived he saw that police were parked outside of the Station. A young female Disc Jockey was standing inside looking distraught. She was speaking with one of the police officers and when she saw Roy coming in she said, “Thank God you’re here. I don’t want to be alone in here.” After the police left she told Roy someone had tried to break into the Station while she was on the air. She had heard a loud noise, she went to investigate, and saw people running away from the side door that they had broken into leaving their burglar tools behind.

Radio towers in Austin, TX
Roy asked her why would the burglars leave in such a hurry. He did not want to insult the girl but he hardly believed that her slight form would have intimidated the robbers. She stated she did not know but that the police had told her that something had apparently frighten them away before anything could be stolen. Roy stayed the rest of the night, and then the next day the program director called him asking him to work again the next night. That night was peaceful but the college aged announcer had lost her peace of mind. She had to have every light on in the station, and had wanted Roy to walk her to her car after the shift ended. The next day, the program director told the woman that he could not continue to pay for both Roy and her to work the night-shift, she would have to do this alone. She refused. The program director offered the shift to Roy who accepted it eagerly. Roy was young and slim but over 6 feet tall and felt he could handle himself. Arrangements were made for Roy to have a key to the building as his shift started at midnight, this way the evening disc jockey was not forced to leave the control room to let Roy in, as she was also nervous after the break in. The first week that Roy was alone he would hear sounds that he tried hard to dismiss as imagination.  He heard what sounded like a key in the door, and the door opening, closing and then footsteps coming down the hall toward the control room.  He would investigate and find no one.  He would check the front door and side door and find both locked up tight.  Roy kept this to himself, this job was what he wanted and no spookiness would distract him. He told himself that the noises came from cleaning people in the business downstairs, or perhaps sounds from the street that he heard.  

After some months of working various shifts he was told that the night shift was his permanently. About the same time a Soft Drink vending machine was placed in the hallway outside the control room.  The constant light from the machine would shine in the doorway.  He began to notice that between two and three o’clock every night he would begin to hear the noises that were becoming familiar to him.  He also noticed that as he heard the sound of someone walking down the hallway a shadow was cast as through someone was walking in front of the machine.  He would investigate frequently, but finding no one he continued to keep these events to himself.

After about two months of his permanent position he began to ignore even the shadow and concentrated on how much he enjoyed his job.  One night at about 3:25 in the morning, he was going into a commercial break after which he would read a weather forecast.  As he was reaching for a copy of the weather forecast placed on top of the control board he noticed a reflection in the Plexiglas stand.  Reflected in the glass was man standing behind him.  Roy immediately thought back to the events of the first night that he had been called into the station.  The night someone had tried to break in. Thinking someone had been successfully this time, Roy thought he was a dead man.  He whirled around to confront the intruder and found that he was so frightened he could not speak.  All the startled DJ could do was stare.  The man in front of him had dark hair with average features and no weapons.  In fact the intruder was smiling, his bearded face drawn up in a pleasant grin.  Roy also saw that his arms were crossed and he looked as through he was wearing a “hippy” looking tunic.  This was shocking to the young DJ, but even more shocking was that as he looked the newcomer over he noticed he had no feet.  Looking back up into the face of the other man Roy’s own face must have registered his alarm.  The bearded man looked shocked, as through surprised that Roy could see him and then … he disappeared. 
Roy’s mind was in shock and he noticed that his commercials were over with and he needed to put something on quick before he had dead air.  He put the first track he could find without really paying attention to it. Roy asked himself, did that just happen? What did I see?   He was sure he had seen something and the only logical thing it could be was an intruder.  Once again Roy checked ever door and looked into every room finding no one.   Roy vowed to himself, that he would never mention the event to anyone. Months later, he did take the opportunity to ask what he hoped sounded like an innocent question of the general manager.  He asked him if he knew of any DJ’s who had died while working at the radio station. The GM could think of no one. Then Roy asked if the GM knew any of the history of the building.  All he knew was that the building had belonged to another station, back in the 1960’s.  The station at that time had been playing an acid rock format.  The GM rolled his eyes at the mention of that particular brand of music and departed, but Roy wondered if perhaps at least one ex-employee of the ‘60’s funk and electric guitar station was still around grooving to new sounds.  

Haunted Radio in Jasper AL 

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

THE BELL WITCH

ADAMS, TN - One of the strangest paranormal stories you may ever come across is the odd, long account of the Bell Witch. Starting in 1817 a series of events occurred that defied explanation then and still remains unsolved today. Unsolved despite being one of the most investigated and documented cases on record. Most of the town of Adams had at one time or another heard or saw something that scared them. And, even more bizarrely, it is one of the few documented cases that seems to point a finger at a ghost as the cause of a man’s death.

John Bell
 Accounts differ on whether the first paranormal activity on the Bell farm occurred in a field where Bell and his sons were hunting, or in a nearby cave, but it is not disputed that when they returned home they were confused and frightened by what they had seen. From that day onward John Bell’s health would deteriorate even as the manifestation became stronger and stronger.


Next the family heard and saw strange animals near the house. Then they heard scratching noises that seemed to come from outside the home. The nuisance continued into the house in the form of scratching, and growling distinctly heard by all family members.


Neighbors were finally invited over to hear the strange phenomena as the family reluctantly realized they needed help. Even the most hardened skeptic left puzzled and disturbed by the noises. As the events escalated, John Bell began to have pain and numbness in his tongue and jaw. Just as it became more difficult to for John Bell to talk, whatever was making the noises found a voice. She called herself Kate, and the disembodied voice was heard by one and all to heckle and harass the family as they tried to go about their daily activities.


Kate did not end her feats with just speaking. Witnesses heard her whistle, sing, and tell bawdy jokes to the embarrassment of the conservative farming family. Eventually the spirit seem to bring “guests” in the form of other entities each having a distinctive personality and voice.


The spirit who identified herself as Kate kept up her torment of physically and mentally torturing John at any opportunity. Finally as the man lay dying she was heard to sing and laugh. After the poor man past away she even took credit for having poisoned him!


No one is sure what caused the poltergeist/ spirit activity but theories have been cast around. A skeptic theorized that no ghost was present and that one of the Bell family was secretly an accomplished ventriloquist. Another theory is that John Bell’s trouble started when he brought the land for his farm from an older woman who thereafter accused him of cheating her. Others have brought forth that the cave behind the house was believed to be a sacred place by local Native Americans.

  The Bell Witch and Andrew Jackson

STAMPEDE

CROSBY, TEXAS -  Overlooking the White River is a strip of hilltop that hosts scrub trees, and long grass.  Peaceful and idyllic it’s hard to reconcile it to the name it holds: Stampede Mesa.  The hilltops violent name comes from a more lawless time.

Stampede

In the fall of 1889 the area was a frequent stop for men on the trail.  A trail boss could order his men to see that the cows they were driving were watered and then bedded down on the Mesa for the night.  The area was good for the tall grass, the water and a high place to spot trouble for some distance away.  For one trail boss trouble came in an unexpected fashion.  The men had accidentally driven their herd through the property of a farmer and had driven his cows up the Mesa with their own.  The Farmer arrived on a scrawny white mare and demanded his cows back.

There was no argument with that, they had no use for his cows, which were just as skinny and malcontent as both the farmer and his horse, but they did have a problem when he also cut out some of their cattle and began to drive them away.  An argument ensued that the trail men were too tired and hungry to endure.  The old farmer was instructed to come back at daybreak when the sun was up and he had a “better chance of seeing things” the cowboy’s way.  Cursing bitterly the farmer, embarrassed not only by being caught stealing but also in having to leave his own stock, rode his old scrawny horse back down the Mesa. 
 
The men gratefully ate and prepared to sleep.  Their rest was to be short lived for in the night the cattle stampeded.  Incredibly, since they seem to be driven away from the North and heading south, they headed straight for the steepest part of the canyon. Every man knew his job and did his best but when the sun came up that morning two men and hundreds of steers lay dead at the bottom of the canyon.  Men who had witness the beginning of the stampede claimed to have seen the old Farmer and his white mare driving the cattle recklessly  toward the cliffs edge. 

There was no justice to appeal to, only the law of the Trail Boss and he decided to let the punishment fit the crime.  He had the Farmer dragged up the hill, his hands tied, his eyes blindfolded and then ordered he be tied to his likewise blindfold horse and driven off the edge of the Mesa. 
 
Of course this is not the end of the story.  The Farmer still blindfolded and tied to his horse was seen countless times. And word began to spread from cowboy to trail driver not to camp on Stampede Mesa lest your herd, or your men  share his fate as he would try to drive men, horse, and steer over the cliff where his body had been left to rot.

Monday, September 19, 2011

SAN ANTONIO HAUNTED TRAIN TRACKS

 SAN ANTONIO, TX - You’ve probably heard this story. On a rainy Texas morning a train moves swiftly down the track making good time despite the weather. The Engineer spots something on the track, he prays his eyes are playing tricks on him even as he pulls the brake, even as he tugs on the whistle sending its shrill scream into the air, but he is not mistaken, the object before him never moves.
Popular photo of the San Antonio haunted tracks.
Despite his best efforts the train cannot be stopped in time and he watches in horror as the speeding locomotive advances on a school bus crowded with children, their terrified faces pressed against the windows as death races toward them. 

The Legend states that after the children lost their lives that day on the train tracks when their bus stalled out, they have returned to make sure that no one will ever share that tragic fate. Over the years the tale became embroidered to include such embellishments as streets in the area being named for the children. The streets were actually named for the family of the developer who had planned and mapped out the neighborhood. This fact has been raised several times in rebuttal of the story of the Ghost Children of San Antonio, since skeptics feel that one false detail spoils the whole integrity of the legend, but if you doubt the story visit the beautiful city of San Antonio. The train tracks are still there, and visitors still report not only being pushed across by small invisible hands, but also hearing the laughter and voices of children.

  As seen on a science channel program, the haunted train tracks is debunked. Their was never a bus load of kids in San Antonio hit by a train in the 30's, 40's, or 50's and the names of the streets are not named after the killed children. They are named for the developers grand children.

THE DEVIL'S BACKBONE


WIMBERLEY, TEXAS - The hills runs east to west, rising to an elevation of 1,274 feet at a roadside park on State Highway 32. It lies in an area of the Balcones Escarpment characterized by flat to rolling terrain with locally deep and dense dissection and generally shallow to deep loamy soil with rock outcrops. The ridge of hills in northeastern Comal County, is on the Hays county line thirteen miles north of New Braunfels, Texas.  This area is aptly called the Devil's Backbone. 
The Devil's Backbone (Copyright All rights reserved by R Childress)
 
Segment from the TV series Unsolved Mysteries

It's name should be a hint that something is just not right there. Locals say it's the most haunted hills in Texas. Many reports of apparitions ranging from 16th century Spanish monks, Native American Indians spirits, and even a entire company of Confederate soldier's traveling on horse back. The horses hooves sounded like thunder and shook the walls of a bunk house. Campers report smelling camp fires (in places where fires are not allowed) and being followed by unseen people while hiking. Hunters talk about hearing footsteps at the bottom of their deer stands. The strangest reports come from a few that say they where possessed by the spirit of a wolf.
 
   
View of the Devil's Backbone, Texas


Saturday, September 17, 2011

ANDREW JACKSON

THE WHITE HOUSE - Andrew "Old Hickory" Jackson was born March 15, 1767 three weeks after his father was killed in an accident in February. Raised in colonial America Andrew had a harsh childhood. At age 14 he lost his mother Elizabeth Hutchinson Jackson to cholera. She was a nurse tending to prisoners of war on board two ships in Charleston harbor, during an outbreak of the disease. His two older brothers already dead, Andrew was suddenly forced to fend for himself all alone in the wilderness.

The White House ( ca. 1846)




After winning the election for President in 1828, his wife Rachel Donelson Robards died suddenly of a heart attack on December 22, 1828, before his inauguration, and was buried on Christmas Eve.

Jackson in 1824, painting by Thomas Sully
Jackson's life didn't get any easier after moving into the White House on 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Many crises occurred during his presidency.  Widowed, Jackson realized the nation didn't have a first lady so he invited his wife's niece Emily Donelson to serve as the hostess at the White House.  Emily died from tuberculosis in 1836.

Jackson stood at 6 feet, 1 inch (1.85 m) tall, and weighed between 130 to 140 pounds (64 kg). Jackson also had an unruly shock of red hair, which completely grayed by the time he became president at age 61. He had penetrating deep blue eyes and was one of the more sickly presidents this nation ever had, suffering from chronic headaches, abdominal pains, and a hacking cough, caused by a musket ball in his lung that had never been removed. He often brought up blood and it sometimes made his whole body shake. After leaving Washington in 1837, Jackson retired to Nashville. He was 78 years old and suffered from chronic tuberculosis, and dropsy,  He died at his home called The Hermitage on June 8, 1845 from heart failure. His life was full of hardship and he wore his nickname "Old Hickory" with pride, earned through his obvious fortitude and tough exterior.

Some occupants of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue say that the Rose Room is one of the most haunted in the White house, it contains the canopy bed of former President Jackson. Lincoln's first lady Mary Todd Lincoln, told friends that she'd heard him stomping through the White House halls and swearing some twenty years after Jackson's death. Truman wrote in a letter to his wife Bess in June of 1945, "I sit here in this old house and work on foreign affairs, read reports, and work on speeches--all the while listening to the ghosts walk up and down the hallway and even right in here in the study. The floors pop and the drapes move back and forth--I can just imagine old Andy [Jackson] and Teddy [Roosevelt] having an argument over Franklin [Roosevelt]."

Andrew Jackson visited the Bell Witch hauntings

Saturday, September 10, 2011

THE FAUST HOTEL

NEW BRAUNFELS, TEXAS - The Faust Hotel located at 240 South Sequin Street was built on the Faust family homestead. Some 2,000 citizens cheered at the groundbreaking event for the new Travelers Hotel on October 12th, 1929. The local vice president of the chamber of commerce and president of the First National Bank raised funds for the construction and poured himself into the project. He was Walter Faust Jr. He loved the art nouveau Spanish Renaissance style hotel so much that he became its first owner. Walter moved his family into one of the suites and lived there until his death in 1933. In his honor the hotel was renamed "The Faust".

Many guests have spotted a "quaint and old-fashioned" man around the building. 3One former night manager reported the elevator doors would open and no one could be seen exiting the elevator. It happened about the same time every night. He also reported doors would open and close by themselves and chairs would be pushed back into place without anyone near them. Employees grown used to these kind of strange things and brushed them off as Walter is still taking care of the hotel. Lisa Farwell wrote in her book "Haunted Texas Vacations" that a visiting young couple saw an older man running the elevator. The bellman was wearing a plaid jacket. They ask a desk clerk who the man was and he assured then that the hotel did not employ an elevator operator or bellman. It must have been the ghost of Walter.
Pictures of The Faust Hotel, New Braunfels
(This photo of The Faust Hotel is courtesy of TripAdvisor)

It seems Walter's spirit is not alone. Reports of a women carrying a child have been seen in the hallways of the grandiose hotel. They were surrounded by a bluish glow. As the witnesses watch the spectacle they just disappear before their eyes. It's not known who the woman and child are.

A housekeeper has spotted a ghost of a young four or five year old girl playing in the third floor hallway. She is believed to be Christine, an ancestor of Walter Faust. Christine's portrait hangs on the third floor hallway.

When you're in New Braunfels and in need of a place to stay consider the hotel that Walter Faust built. It's still there and so is he.
Pictures of The Faust Hotel, New Braunfels
Walter Faust (This photo of The Faust Hotel is courtesy of TripAdvisor)

DEAD MAN'S HOLE

MARBLE FALLS, TEXAS - In a pasture in southern Burnet County there's a deep hole. First discovered in 1821 by entomologist Ferdinand Lueders while he was in the area studying night-flying insects. The hole known as Dead Man's hole is seven feet in diameter at the surface and about 160 feet deep; at its base, the hole split into two "arms," one extending straight back for about fifteen feet, and the other sloping downward at a 45° angle for about thirty feet according to the Texas Speleological Society who platted the hole in 1968.

The Austin Paranormal Research Society conducted several investigations and got class A EVPs. Seventeen bodies, including those of pro-Union Judge John R. Scott and settler Adolph Hoppe, several reconstruction-era county government officials, and Ben McKeever, who allegedly had a conflict with local freedmen were recovered from the cave in the late 1860s, but the presence of gas prevented extensive exploration. The gas evidently dissipated over time. However offensive odors still emanates from the hole all through the hot summer months.

The Austin Paranormal Research Society at Dead Man's Hole

You can visit Dead Man's Hole, it's just 2 miles south of Marble Falls on US 281; .5 miles east on RM 2147; .5 miles south on CR 401. There you'll see the above Texas Historical Marker in front of the hole. It reads:

Entomologist Ferdinand Lueders made the earliest recorded discovery of this cave in 1821. Notorious in the Civil War era, the hole is believed to have been the dumping ground for up to 17 bodies, including those of pro-Union Judge John R. Scott and settler Adolph Hoppe, several reconstruction-era county government officials, and Ben McKeever, who had a conflict with local freedmen. An oak tree which once stood over the cave was said to have rope marks caused by hangings. Powerful gases prevented thorough exploration of the site until 1951. The hole was platted in 1968 by the Texas Speleological Society and was found to be 155 feet deep and 50 feet long. (1998).

Thursday, September 8, 2011

THE CRYING OF THE BANSHEE AND LA LLORONA

Both female specters are ancient legends of the paranormal. Similar in nature their stories have haunted two different cultures for generations.

LA LLORONA

STATE OF TEXAS - A lone walker makes his way along the banks of a river. For him this is a familiar path, one that he navigates each day. Keeping his eyes on the ground, he is disturbed by the one difference between this and all the other times his feet have sought purchase here: this time it is night. Usually the man leaves town much earlier, but tonight he was detained, and as he hurries toward his home he is at least thankful for the full moon lighting his way.

A soft sound comes to his ears, possibly some animal he thinks to himself. Concentration must be reserved for any hazards lying in front of him. Then from the other bank he hears it, a long sobbing wail that ends in a scream. The man stops in his tracks and listens, his ears straining for any sound. Again the voice comes to him, this time just behind him on his side of the bank. In the darkness directly behind him a pitiful, but frightening scream filled with pain and anguish momentarily petrifies him with sudden fear. Another cry that turns into a crazed keening wail resonances along the bank sounding even closer still, this time the man turns and begins to run no longer fearful of any object in his path. He will not stop running until he reaches home. He has heard –her. He has heard the cries of La Llorona.

La Llorona was a young widow with small children to care for, and few means to feed or clothe them. Either out of the desperation of her circumstances, or a desire to start a new life for herself without responsibilities, she drowned her own children in a river. Madness came upon her immediately after her rash act and she spent the rest of her short life following the river along its banks lamenting her lost children.

All these years after her death her lonely cries are still heard along the banks of rivers. No one is sure how old this tale really is, but generation after generation of Texans have heard this story which originated in Mexico. 
Banshee


BANSHEE
IRELAND - This female spirit story is old and can be traced back as far as 1380 with the publication of the Cathreim Thoirdhealbhaigh (Triumps of Torlough) by Seean mac Craith. Her mournful wails are heard foretelling a death in an Irish family. 

Many years ago it was in the wee hours of morning when I was awaken with the faint sound of someone in the house crying. Thinking it was my wife I looked at her lying next to me and found her sound asleep. Still hearing the remorseful sound I eased myself out of the bed so I wouldn't wake her and made my way around the room still listening. The noise was coming from another room in the house. Slowly opening the bed room door and stepping lightly down the hall listening all the while to what sounded like a woman crying. Opening each door as I made my way down the hallway trying to determine the sounds point of origin. Thinking it might be my mother-in-law I peeked into her darken bed room and saw she was sleeping peacefully. With no other females in the house I couldn't understand who it could be wailing with grief. As I walked in the open door of my laundry room the sound seemed to be coming from outside the house. We had some wooden steps on the outside leading to the laundry room door so I though maybe a female neighbor had made her way to my house in the night and was siting on the steps crying. I quietly made my way back to my bed room and got dressed so I could help the poor woman and get her any aid she might need. As I got dressed I could still hear the crying, even all the way back down the hall and out the front door.

I stopped on the front porch to put on my shoes and could hear the woman crying on the side of the house. After a few seconds I was up and making my way in the dark to where the step was resting on the side of the house. The early morning air was cool and dew was on the ground. My shoes were now soaked from the dew and after making it the steps I found no crying woman, but I could still hear her. Thinking she must have heard my approach and moved to the back of the house I made my way to the back to see if she was there. As I walked away from the laundry room door to the back of the house the sound quit. I stopped to listen closely in case she said something or started crying again. Waiting what seemed like 5 minutes in the cool morning air I started to shiver in soaked shoes.

Thinking she must have left I started walking back to the front door when suddenly she starting crying again. Now the sound seemed to be coming from the direction of the pond. Walking down the wet path I stopped half way and yelled, "Hello, can I help you?". The crying stopped and I waited for a reply. Listening intently for a whisper or someone walking or running away from me I found there was  nothing to hear. After waiting for another 5 or 6 minutes I turned back to the house. Almost to the front door I heard the wailing woman again and the sound seemed to be coming from the steps again. I quickly stepped down the porch steps and looked down the side of the house to the other steps leading to the laundry room and didn't see anyone. 

Giving up I returned to the house and decided to go to bed. Someone must be pulling a prank and I wasn't going to play. The next morning I spoke to my mother-in-law and told her of my early morning adventure and asked her if she ever heard the mournful crying woman. To my surprise she told me she had heard the woman many different times and it was alway before a death in the family. 

I can't remember if someone did die soon after I heard the crying woman,  but I'll never forget the sound of the anguish, soulful crying.   
       

Monday, September 5, 2011

TEXAS: GHOST LIGHTS!

THE STATE OF TEXAS - The mysterious phenomena of spectral lights have been reported throughout time by reasonably sane individuals. Most of the ghost lights seen by witnesses have been characterize by scientist as originating from natural or man-made causes. Reports of swamp gas, ball lighting, and witness hallucination have been listed as sources. However, very few scientist have actually done true investigation on the phenomena. This article will try and focus on a few of the most popular sightings and give you the reader information on where and how you too can witness these illuminated phantom orbs.

Marfa Lights By Robert Thomson

The State of Texas has several well known light phenomena within it's borders. The town of Marfa being the most willing to talk about their "Marfa Lights".

  • MARFA - Located in far west Texas near the border with Mexico, the county seat for Presidio County, is the city of Marfa. Marfa is known for some of the largest mountains in the state and for some of the most beautiful scenic drives. The movies Giant (1956) and the Andromeda Strain (1971) were filmed in and around Marfa. However, Marfa is by far best known for the nightly visits of strange glowing orbs of lights known as the "Marfa Lights" or the "Ghost Lights of Marfa". Observed in 1883 by some of the first settlers the mystery has spanned generations and the legend of the lights has spread world wide. The popular television show "Unsolved Mysterious" featured the lights on a broadcast October 25, 1989. The lights are described as "Small, ethereal, lights suspended in the air with no apparent source, no identifiable location. They float, they ebb, they glow and move . . . and they defy explanation." The lights can been seen by driving nine miles east of the city, near the base of the Chianti Mountains. There's an observation area set-up so you can watch the lights.
Unsolved Mysterious - Marfa Lights
    •  ANSON  - Anson, the county seat of Jones County, is at the intersection of U.S. highways 83/277 and 180 at the center of the county. The mysterious lights that appears in the rolling hills of west Texas have been seen by curious college students for year. Several legends have been told by locals that the lights are caused by the specter of a woman looking for her long lost son. The lights appear near the Anson Cemetery at the junction of two dirt roads. Before you head out there be sure and tell the Jones County Sheriff department that you plan to check out the Anson lights. The deputies will ask you to move along if they catch you parked on the dirt road. Just a fair warning. What are the lights, it's still an unsolved mystery.
     Anson Lights

    • BRAZORIA COUNTY - Another white ball of light that floats about four to six feet off the ground occasionally makes an appearance to onlookers between West Columbia and Angleton, Texas in Brazoria County. This light has become a legend and is known around the world as "Bailey's Light". According to the legend the light is reported to be that of a lantern being carried by the ghost of JAMES BRITON BAILEY.  

    • SILSBEE - Near the town of Silsbee, which is north of Beaumont, in Hardin County appears the "Saratoga Lights". Take the Old Bragg Road (also known as "Ghost Road"), which turns off of Farm Road 1293 about seven miles west of Honey Island and head straight for Saratoga. The unpaved, tree lined, dirt road is long and straight. Eyewitnesses have seen the lights amongst the pine trees in the darkness of the Big Thicket. Many people who have seen the Saratoga ghost lights leave very frighten. They say because, "the lights are so close" comparing them to the distances of the Marfa lights. 
    Saratoga Lights (Warning: Bad Language is used in this video)

    ENCHANTED ROCK

    FREDERICKSBURG, TEXAS - When he had become a Texas Ranger he’d been sure that he would have stories to tell his grandchildren. As he spurred his horse on yet again, and felt the animal fight for purchase on the hard ground he realized that if he didn’t act quickly there would be no children or grandchildren to thrill with his adventures. 
    ENCHANTED ROCK
    Looking for a pair of well-known cattle rustlers he had accidentally stumbled upon a group of Comanche; they were young, angry and restless, clearly not interested in hearing his reasons for being on what they considered to be their land.  Outnumbered he had no choice now, but to urge his tiring horse faster and faster toward the setting sun.

    In the dimness of the approaching dusk he could make out what looked like a rocky hill.  Horse and rider changed direction and headed straight for the huge dark shape as if they were of one mind.  The Ranger marveled as his well-trained horse managed the incredible steep climb straight up, even as he realized that the hill was not so much rocky, as it was in fact one giant rock.  Seeing a depression he dove off into it, and turned taking aim with his rifle. The Comanche had stopped at the bottom of the rock hill and now he could almost feel them staring at him. Straining his eyes, as the light grew even more faint he watched as his pursuers seemed to engage in a brief discussion and then departed back in the direction they had come.

     The Ranger’s heart leaped into his throat.  Dare he believe his good luck?  He sat, resting his rifle against his knee. If he ventured from in his current position then his new acquaintances might be able to way-lay him in the darkness.  They were undoubtedly very familiar with this area and that would work to their advantage. He resolved to wait where he was until sunup figuring the light gave him a better chance to fight, rather than trying to flee in the murky twilight.


    His jet-black horse stood almost invisible next to him in what was now total darkness.  The sun had set, and the moon had yet to rise.  He gave his remarkable animal a compassionate pat then searched his pockets for his rolling tobacco.  Hopefully a smoke would keep him awake if had enough tender to start a small fire.


     Suddenly from behind there came a loud popping sound which startled him so badly he forgot to breath as once again he raised his rifle and prepared to shoot at…nothing.  Nothing was behind him.  Reminded to breath by a burning pain in his chest, the Ranger tried to search the gloom, sure now that the young men had not actually abandoned their chase, but had simply gone around the hill and were now climbing the ridge behind him. His horse shifted his hoofs restlessly and he tried to sooth the uneasy creature with softly spoken words. His eyes scanned the rock ridge above him as he waited for any further signs of his enemies.


    A blaze of blue light leapt from the ground directly above him and seemed to shoot upward toward the darkened sky.  The Ranger lowered his rifle and rubbed his eyes. What had he seen?  Again he heard a sudden loud popping sound directly in front of him.  He stared into the gloom and again saw nothing.  By the time the sun re-appeared the Comanche had not returned and the Texas Ranger had a story that no one would ever forget.
    Large Rocks at the Enchanted Rock State Park

    What the indigence people of the area knew about the huge mass of Rock located 18 miles outside of Fredericksburg was simply to stay away from the stone hill.  The Native Americans had heard the same popping and booming sounds that the Ranger had, they also had seen the flashes of light and had an explanation.  A story was past down through their generations of a Chief who had defied the spirits and attempted to harm his own people.  The spirits living in the rock had drawn the misguided leader into the hillside, leaving in the stony earth an imprint of one moccasin clad foot.



    A plaque detailing the story of the Ranger whose horse made the remarkable climb is now affixed roughly halfway up the 425-foot hill now known as Enchanted Rock. Today we know that Enchanted Rock is composed mainly of granite.  In the heat of a sunny Texas day this rock will expand, at night as the massive formation cools the granite contracts causing a popping sound and occasionally strange flashes of light.   This explanation, that you will hear if you ever tour the area located in the beautiful hill county, enlightens us about what the poor Texas Ranger experienced so long ago.  Of course this clarification does not tell us how that very clear footprint came to be set in the solid rock.  Got any ideas? 

    HER LONG LOST STORY

    GULF COAST, TEXAS - When most people think of the state of Texas what is most typically brought to mind are images of cowboys, Indians, cactus and longhorns. The thought of pirates and cannibalistic tribes just doesn't seem to jive with the state's usual reputation.

    But there is one story...


    The first time any English speakers would hear the tale was in 1820, about four years too late to help the young mysterious heroine of the account. After many meetings, and misunderstanding with the Mexican government Stephen F. Austin received permission for a group of settlers to enter Texas. They may have looked upon their first meetings with the native Karankawas with trepidation. Their neighbors in Mexico had already warned them that this tribe was known for performing ceremonial cannibalism. Whether this rumor was true or not the proximity of the tribe's settlement would have been intimating at best had not the first meeting gone so well. The appearance one morning of a young, six-foot tall, attractive Karankawa warrior was startling enough, but the fact that he spoke perfect English was a pleasant enough surprise to allay their fears.

    When asked, as he naturally was, how he learned the language he told them of a white hermit who had oddly enough taken up residence and lived alone in an area now known as San Bernard. The old man had not been harmed the young warrior told them, because he was considered "mad", and like most Native Americans the Karankawa considered it taboo, or bad luck to harm a person who was viewed as insane. From this strange man he had learned how to speak and write in English.

    The Karankawa visited with the settlers several more times and during one visit he was asked, tactically it can imagined, how he had come to be wearing a large gold locket. When the subject came up the young man removed the object from his neck and pressed open the clasp that held the locket closed. Inside those present could see a miniature painting of a handsome young man and a little boy. On the back of the locket inscribed in bold letters was the name: THEODOSIA. 

    His "white wife", who had been given to him by the Great Storm, had given him the locket he told them but she had only been with him a short time. He and his people were nomadic spending parts of the year along the coast of what is now Galveston. He told them of a fierce storm, and how he and his family had survived by taking refuge in tall salt cedar trees and lashing themselves to the highest point of the trunk. Since this variety of tree is flexible, but has a deep root system, they withstood the storm and the Karankawas survived. After the water had receded the warrior had gone in search of his white friend, but found that the hermit left to his own devices in the storm had made a poor decision.

    The hermit had attempted to take the same measures that the tribe had, climbing to the top of a massive spreading live oak and tying himself to the up most branches. This choice marks the hermit as someone who was not a frontiersman, or at the very least unfamiliar with the southwest. He had picked what might have seemed the most logical, the largest tree he could find, but the live oaks have a vulnerable foundation and frequently succumb to high winds. The mighty oak had toppled in the fierceness of the storm, fallen on the hermit and crushed the life from him.

    Further along the beach the warrior found another sight that captured his interest. A shipwreck, and unlike other's that he had seen this was a large vessel. Since the time this story was told to Stephen Austin's group it did not find publication until the 1920's and in that retelling the warrior's words were twisted into a dramatized, and stereotyped ideal of Native American speech. Regardless of how his words were blurred by this prejudice we can be certain from diaries and verbal accounts passed on by the colonist that he was speaking of a large ship, it's keel snapped, it's crew dead. The ship lay washed up at the mouth of river. She was a sea-going vessel with a sterncastle still intact, and as the young man walked aboard he found among the dead several useful items, which he gathered for his tribe's use. As he neared the stern a cry startled him. A woman's voice called out for help weakly in English. He responded in kind and finding his way into the interior of the ship he eventually found himself staring into the eyes of a small built Caucasian woman. She was unclothed, and chained by one ankle to the bulkhead. On seeing her rescuer the woman lost consciousness. As C.F. Eckhardt points out in Unsolved Texas Mysteries what the young warrior managed to do seems almost to defy belief, but the strength and stamina of the Karankawas was legendary. He simply grabbed the chain holding the woman prisoner and bracing a foot against the bulkhead pried it loose.

    After bringing the young woman to shore and giving her water, she was able to tell him her description of the wreck and her own situation. The storm that they had survived on land had been just as devastating at sea. She was also able to tell him that she had been on a ship similar to the one he had rescued her from, however that ship had been attacked and burned. The crew and passengers were all killed with the exception of herself. She had been kept as a slave. She made the request that he take her locket and if he saw any whites to pass on her story to them. The Karankawa understood her to say that she was the daughter of a "Chief". Her father was powerful, but misunderstood by his own people. Her husband was also a leader, but did not have as much authority as her father; apparently it was her last wish that some word of her reach her loved ones. The young woman had been several days without food or water following the shipwreck, and there is no way to even imagine the horror her life must have been prior to that. She had told the Karankawan that she had survived "three winters" as a slave, and considering what she must have endured on-board that ship we can surmise that she must have had remarkable strength and courage.

    Unfortunately despite the young man's attempts to help her, and despite her own tremendous will to live the young woman's life could not be saved. Saddened by the day's tragic turn of events the Karankawan dug a burial place for the young woman above the shoreline. He used wood from the ship to cover the grave. Since performing such a burial was usually the responsibility of a family member he considered her a "wife".

    The story left Austin's colonist with more questions than answers. Today at least some of those questions can be resolved.


    What storm could the Karankawa Warrior have meant?

    In 1816 a storm ravaged the Gulf Coast. As with the later storm in 1919 a huge wall of water engulfed what would be called Galveston Island. One witness, Jean Lafitte, claimed to have been able to sailed completely across the island with no difficulty immediately after the storm. Debris and high-water marks twenty feet about the ground were still visible in 1830's. Since the area was less populated at this time the death toll was much less than in 1919, but this storm in all likelihood was by far the most destructive to ever hit the Texas Coastal Area.

    The river in San Bernard does feed out to sea. How could such a shipwreck have occurred?


    Prior to the storm in 1816 the river then called El Rio de San Bernardo emptied into the Gulf Coast. Archaeologists have found evidence of shipwrecks at the mouth of San Bernardo, dating back to the 1800's. Environmental damage done by the storm no doubt played a part in changing the landscape.

    If the woman was telling the truth, who were these people who were capable of burning a ship, murdering its crew and passengers then holding a woman captive?


    That question is easily answered---exactly who you would imagine capable of murder, theft, and horrifying crimes on the high seas---pirates. Pirates used the remote and then unpopulated Gulf Coast to hide from pursuers, gather natural supplies, hide items they didn't want to be found carrying, or to wait out a storm. These men were not the romantic characters made popular by Hollywood. There is little difference between most of those individuals and the criminals of modern times. Their business was murder, terror and any manner of criminal activity. A slave aboard such a ship was abused, starved, and beaten, that the young woman of this story survived for three years in such circumstances is remarkable.

    If a woman who had an important husband and a "powerful chief " as a father had gone missing where is the record of such an event?


    Actually there was just such a missing woman although the colonists had no way of knowing that. A coasting-barge the Patriot left Charleston harbor on December 25, 1813; its destination New York. The ship left the harbor at good speed, into a calm sea and was never seen again. No trace of the ship was ever found, and the it was eventually considered lost, with no survivors.

    On board had been the wife of South Carolina's Governor. Mrs. Joseph Allston had been no stranger to politics. Her name was Theodosia, and her maiden name was Burr. She was the daughter, and the only legitimate child, of former vice president Aaron Burr.

    Doesn't it seem unlikely that such a woman would never have endured three years of such horrendous physical and mental torture?


    Whatever might be said about Aaron Burr's political views or tactics, he was apparently a good father to Theodosia. His ideas of dotting on his daughter were unusual for that time however, he wanted his offspring to have the same education a male child might have received and he also encouraged her to ice skate, ride and even learn to swim. Such an upbringing was almost scandalous in age where aristocratic young woman were expected to sew, paint, and play a musical instrument, not necessarily be able to read, understand, and discuss a political essay.

    The year prior to the disappearance had been a hard one for the young woman. She lost her infant son, her beloved father was in exile in London, and the stress was affecting her marriage. Rumors would have us believe that she would have embraced a quick end to her life. Even her father gave up hope. He wrote to his colleagues that she was gone, but Burr's reasoning in believing that his daughter was dead only serves to demonstrate his faith in her abilities: "She is indeed dead. Were she still alive, all the prisons in the world could not keep her from her father."

    Could the Native American have made up the story? Was the Karankawan in this story even real?


    Of course any time you hear such a legend you wonder if the storytellers weren't pulling their audience's leg, but the big question in this case would be why? The colonists were not in a position to have any information about the disappearance of Burr's daughter, nor did the settler's have any reason to have fabricated the encounter with the Karankawa. As for the young warrior he likewise had nothing to gain in constructing a tall tale.

    That a "hermit" would have chosen San Bernard as a likely place to stay seems odd, and how would he have arrived there?


    It does seem unlikely doesn't it? Especially since this old man demonstrated by the cause of his own death that he lacked many of the survival techniques a frontiersman would have possessed. We know from the young Native American who encountered him only that he could read and write in English, and that to them he seemed for whatever reason to be insane.

    The nearest English speakers would have been many miles away. The only two ways he could have reached that location would have been either making his way through unpopulated wildness controlled by tribes who might react in a hostile fashion, or by ship. Since he was not a woodsmen the first theory doesn't seem likely, but the second does have some logic.

    A sailor might have had the reading and writing skills he passed on to the Karankawas, and been a skilled enough fisherman to have existed by the river. If he'd been many years at sea he might also have walked with the odd see-sawing gait of a true sailor, sported the weathered appearance of an old man, and these factors combined with the strangeness of his living alone might explain why the Karankawas labeled the old hermit as insane.

    Of course this leads to the question of why a sailor wouldn't have traveled the relatively short distance to one of the ports in Mexico. The answer to that query could be found in the type of ship he might have been sailing with, since if it flew pirate colors the last place on earth he'd want to be was a Port under either the Spanish, or Mexican flag where he would be tried, convicted, and hanged in short order.

    If the old man had in fact been a pirate who was shipwrecked or abandoned in San Bernard, his only clear choice would have been to remain and hope another ship came by that he could find passage on. Unfortunately for him then the very storm that brought close a ship that might have saved him, instead destroyed both the man and his salvation.

    What happened to the locket?


    The last time Stephen Austin's group saw the locket it was still around the neck of the Karankawan Warrior. In the 1920's there was renewed interested in the case of Aaron Burr's missing daughter and the question of where the evidence might be was brought up frequently, but since the missing locket was with the Karankawas and they as tribe did not survive the war between Mexico and Texas, there probably will never be a way to locate it.


    Was there ever any word on what happened to the Patriot?


    As soon as the ship went missing foul play was immediately suspected. Many years later several of the by now very elderly crew members of the ship Vengeance admitted to firing on the Patriot, killing the passengers and crew, and then sinking the craft.

    Reports conflicted among those who claimed that they had witnessed the death of the daughter of Aaron Burr, which leads one to wonder if any of them were telling the truth. It doesn't seem likely that even after all those years any of them would have felt safe in disclosing such facts as those the castaway revealed before she died. Even with the amnesty of old age to protect them leaving a woman to such a fate as that form of slaving was a crime that would not have been forgivable. Doubtless they would not have made such a revelation even on their deathbeds. 

    Does the spirit of Theodosia haunt San Bernard?

    If the area around the river is haunted we at What Was Then would like to hear of it. A ghostly young woman dressed in white has been seen along the coastline where the Patriot sailed. Many who have seen this apparition believe it is the ghost of the long missing young woman. In New York what was once a home owned by the Burr family is now a restaurant called One If By Land Two If By Sea, the owners believe that Theodosia haunts the building.  


    THEODOSIA BURR
    Aaron Burr's last years were marked by the suffering he and his family endured in large part because of his mistakes, but perhaps he was right about one thing. The young woman who shipwrecked in San Bernard, endured an unimaginable hardship, out lived her tormentors and found someone to tell her story to before she died. If this woman was his daughter than Burr was right, no prison on earth was able to hold Theodosia. 

    SPAGHETTI WAREHOUSE

    The Spaghetti Warehouse
    Pasta made its way to the New World through the English, who discovered it while touring Italy. Colonists brought to America the English practice of cooking noodles at least one half hour, then smothering them with cream sauce and cheese.

    But it was Thomas Jefferson who is credited with bringing the first "macaroni" machine to America in 1789 when he returned home after serving as ambassador to France.

    The first industrial pasta factory in America was built in Brooklyn in 1848 by, of all people, a Frenchman, who managed the entire operation with just one horse in his basement to power the machinery. He spread his spaghetti strands on the roof to dry in the sunshine.

    Spaghetti really didn't become popularity in the United States until about fifty years ago during the Prohibition era. This is because the only place where a glass of wine could be had, more or less legally, were the Italian speakeasies that all served spaghetti.

    Something about spaghetti has attracted children to the dinner table for years. Remember the fun of rolling the pasta with your fork and how messy it got. Maybe that explains why a franchise of spaghetti eateries has spread across the country. The most popular being The Spaghetti Warehouse Restaurants.

    HOUSTON

    More than one of these restaurants attracts patrons from the ether. In Houston the restaurant located in the old warehouse district at 901 Commerce Street hosts a couple of ghost.  Lone Star Spirit paranormal researchers report on their web site that they have conducted several investigations in the building that was once a cotton storage facility and a pharmaceutical warehouse. Most of the paranormal activity is limited to the second floor. Busboys, waiters and dishwashers have reported table arrangements changing spontaneously, dishes and silverware flying off of the racks in the kitchen, and a lady-in-white apparition. Late night crews sometimes feel that they are being watched from the second floor. The specter of the former owner during the pharmaceutical period has been spotted near the elevator shaft where his body was found. The lady-in-white it has been speculated to be his widow looking for her long lost husband. 

    Spaghetti Warehouse in Houston, TX
    AUSTIN


    The building at 117 West 4th Street in Austin is the home of the Spaghetti Warehouse for the capital city.  A young boy has been reported by several employees laughing and running in the direction of what is now the rest rooms. It's anyone's guess who the boy is or why he stays at the restaurant. The building was once a brothel in the very famous red light district of Austin called "Guy Town" in the late 1800s . It's also next door to the haunted Bitter End's B Side, 311 Colorado. Could the child have died during an out break of yellow fever or perhaps he belonged to a prostitutes and died mysteriously?
    Spaghetti Warehouse (Austin)
    Blue Orb Captured (Austin)


    UPDATE 4/2011: The Spaghetti Warehouse in downtown Austin at 117 West 4th Street is now closed.


    SOURCES
    1. Lone Star Spirits - Paranormal group in Houston, TX
    2. Austin Paranormal Research Society - Paranormal group in Austin, TX

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