Monday, May 12, 2014

St Joseph's Cemetery



The History:

"Our hope is to achieve eternal life," quotes Father Joseph Trapp, parish leader of Saint Joseph's Catholic Church in Benton IL.  The current church is on Main street in Benton proper, dedicated by Bishop Albert Zuroweste, of the Catholic Diocese of Belleville, on June 22, 1952.  But before that, Sacred Rites were performed in a basement church on Webster street, and even before that, at a church in West City.  I could not find a picture or even location of the old church, unfortunately, but we did find the cemetery, established Feb 21 1914, (thanks to our Harrison Cemetery friend Carol Sloan) so that is where we chose to do our first cemetery investigation of 2014.

The Pre-Investigation:

We actually did our daytime pre-investigation back in November 2013.  This is a pretty small cemetery, and while there seem to be quite a few names listed on the sign, the graveyard itself seem to have less than thirty stones.  Likewise, many of the names listed on the sign (an Eagle scout project, apparently) do not seem to match up with many of the names on the stones.  I had the same problem when uploading stones to findagrave.com (to which I am a constant contributor.) I am not sure if the names have been anglicized or what, but I still have a hard time knowing what belongs to who.













The Investigation:

We got back to Saint Joseph's May 10, 2014.  It had stormed several times since we had been there last, and the sign had been very nearly blown over.


From the beginning, St Joseph's just felt different.  Harrison Cemetery was calm, peaceful, welcoming.  St Joseph's was far from creepy, it just didn't feel the same.  Lonely, maybe.  But if we thought it was in any way abandoned, we were wrong.  While no spirits seem to linger here, people obviously still do.  It happened to be the beginning of Mother's Day, and there were quite a few new flowers, wreaths, and trinkets about.  The grounds were immaculate, and while there are in fact several broken stones, nothing was in disarray.  This is a lovingly tended graveyard.



We didn't need to spend any length of time here to know everyone was at rest.  Everyone who was buried here, anyway.  Not far into our walkabout we both heard something walking near the edge of the surrounding woods, right ahead of us.  Not being overly fond of woods at night to begin with, I was immediately spooked.  After it rustled several more times, we decided we weren't getting any responses or feelings, so we high tailed it out of there.  I can handle spirits, and I can handle people, but unseen wild animals? No thank you.







Thus we finished the evening without evidence or incident.  But to be fair, this wasn't a cemetery in which we were told was paranormal goings-on and decided to investigate, it was simply an old, interesting graveyard with a lot of old stones with foreign names.  

The Conclusion:

This is a nice, quiet, out of the way, well tended cemetery.  The names are foreign, the causes of death are unknown, but the people here are not forgotten, as evidenced by the flowers and trinkets left regularly upon the graves.  The people here are clearly at peace, and rightfully so.



  

Sunday, May 4, 2014

The Hundley House



The History:

John Charles Hundley, retired shop clerk and one term mayor for the city of Carbondale, shot and killed a local music teacher, after accusing him of having an affair with his wife, Luella Harrison Hundley.
Victor Alden Hundley, Charles' son with first wife Myrta Alden Pervcival, shot and killed his stepfather for allegedly beating his mother.
Victor's half brother, Henry Neill Percival, was shot and killed during a race riot in Ohio.
And of course, John Charles and wife Luella were both shot and killed December 12, 1908, in their Carbondale home by an unknown assailant.

For our first investigation of the year, SIGG joined with Team Free Will to spend the evening in the Hundley House.




J.C. Hundley was murdered while sitting upon his bed, getting ready to retire for the night.  It was twelve days before Christmas.  Rumor has it the still-unknown assailant was hiding behind the eight foot tall headboard of the mayors' bed, but this has never been confirmed.  It is simply a theory to explain how Mr Hundley was shot, pointblank in the back of the skull (twice, I might add) without seeing his attacker.  The only other thing I personally could think of why he did not make move to turn or run, would be the obvious, that he knew and trusted his assailant.  Clearly he did not think that the person was a threat.

Ella Harrison was shot in the kitchen, at the base of the back staircase, three times.  She would have either been running away from someone, or running up the stairs after hearing the shot from J.C.'s room.  Oddly enough, Mr Hundley died on the way to hospital, despite being shot point blank, whereas Ella was pronounced dead on scene, being shot once in the heart and twice in the head.  There is still a bullet hole in the staircase towards which she was running, so she, also, was clearly shot from behind.  This could have easily been done by the same person, though.  The main staircase is directly across from J.C.'s room, and one could easily and quickly run down the front stairs in time to catch her running up the back.



The main suspect, both then and now, is Victor Hundley.  Conveniently, he lived right next door.  The killer managed to turn off every light in the house before fleeing...how would he have known where the switches were located?  We were in the house and I can tell you, they are not easy to find, centrally located switches.  It took us several minutes to find the switch for the kitchen area.  Rumor has it Ella and Victor had had an inappropriate relationship....I can't say that I buy in to this theory, as she was born in 1869 and he not until 1888.  While J.C. was nineteen years her senior, I don't think Ella would have been with a man nineteen years her junior.  While in 1014 it was be a fairly accepted occurrence, I can assure you in 1928 it was not.  Victor left town shortly after the murders, but returned within the year.  He was reclusive upon the return, and never lived in the Hundley house.  It was sold to Edward Vogler, SR less than a year after the murders.  Bloody clothing was found in Victor's home, but a lab in St Louis determined it not to be human.  Victor did stand to gain a considerable amount of wealth from his parent's deaths, Mrs. Hundley's family was extremely wealthy, being the founders of the city of Herrin.  Add to that the $300,000 she would have inherited from Mr Hundley upon his death, and you have quite a large sum of money, even by today's standards.  Victor was none to happy with his father, either.  J.C. had dissolved a mining contract between himself and Victor in the weeks leading up to the murders, which the Carbondale Free press dubbed "the most shocking crime in a generation."

A drifter by the name of John Call was brought in for questioning.  He had escaped from an Alabama chain gang and stolen a .45 pistol, the same caliber used in the murders.  His gun turned out to be clean, though, and the gun used in the Hundley's murder was never found.

Carbondale residents didn't have much sympathy for their one time mayor.  At the time of their slayings, the home (which is now in the middle of town) was located on the outskirts of the city proper.  Francis Deacon designed the home, who was a student of Frank Lloyd Wright.  Deacon and Hundley didn't hire local contractors to supply labor or materials, much to the chagrin of said locals.  Labor was brought in from Chicago and St Louis, while mahogany used int he home was imported from Brazil.  Mr Hundley was not very well liked, which is more than likely why he served only one mayoral term.

Most of the evidence from the cold case is gone, along with the hope of ever really solving the murders.  Had technology been then what it is today, this probably would have been solved quickly.  Since that day will never come, the Hundley House will continue to draw history buffs, paranormal investigators, and the curious alike.

The Legend:

Paranormal activity is often recorded as happening within the home.  People have reported hearing screams to 'get out', residual gunshots, and footsteps.  Dan Jones, current owner of the home, says he as a good relationship with whoever still resides here.  "I don't bother than and they don't bother me," he has been reported as saying.  He's heard piano music (there is no piano on the residence) and seen a rocking chair in the living room rock on it's own, even when placed against the threshold of the fireplace to make it immobile.

Many different teams have gone in to investigate, although while doing research I've found a notable lack of information on findings.  Yet somehow, this building is listed as one of the 25 most haunted places in America.  So why can't I find anything on findings?

The Pre-Investigation:

Unfortunately, by teaming up with Team Free Will, we were not privy to our location until about a week before.  We had no idea where we would be going, and without express consent of Mr Jones, would have had no way to view the home before hand.  Therefore, a daylight walk-through wasn't able to be conducted before the night of.  We did, however, get several hours to roam freely and explore the areas of the home we were permitted to enter.

While out of doors, I had a strong pull to the home, most notably to the second floor.  As of yet I had done little more than see what and where the Hundley house was, so at the time I had no idea Mr. Hundley's room was on the second floor of the home.  (Once we got inside though, I felt nothing other than the satisfaction of being on that particular floor, and felt nothing out of the ordinary in the room itself.)

The Investigation:

10:30 Me, Tina, and one of the (many) other 'investigators' (Team Free Will is open to the public, so we had at least 25 people total.  This was reduced from twice as many when the owner rightfully had a problem with so many being within the house at one time and was split into two different sessions) where in the dining room, each in different area but all within the confines of the room.  No one was anywhere near the hall closet, when we all heard a big boom.  I was under the impression someone had tripped.  What actually happened was the vacuum had fallen against the door and thrust it open.  Tina picked it up, and mentioned the cord was wrapped around the door handle.  We found out sometime later that someone had opened the door to peek in when we first came into the home (around 9:30) and the cord was not wrapped around the handle at the time.

11:55 Lights out.  In my notebook I had written "calm, collected, don't feel a damn thing."

12:27 Battery pack drain on camera, went from 1/2 to flashing red with no warning.  (I have no backup pack.)  Turned off, then on a few minutes later.  Back to 1/2 power?  Keep having the feeling to watch the stairs.  Another 'investigator' had a cell phone that froze at the same time.  Digital recorder set on chair in living room turned off, also.



12:44 Camera pack drains again.  Bright orb on stair.  Camcorder turns off again, Tina's iPhone freezes.


12:50 Tina's emf detector spikes to 11.  Flash stops working on my camera.


1:00 I move from living room to sit at base of stairs.  Move to landing at 1:20.



1:30 I go to foyer to talk to Tina.  Camera dies for good.  Hear small, quick creak, clearly from the middle set of upper stairs, followed by a cold chill.

1:40  Another 'investigators' camera dies.

2:48 Tina's flashlight pulses and flashes when pointed at flag.  We point it up, down, away on same level, no pulse.  When pointed back at flag, it resumes flashing.  Another 'investigators' flashlight dies.

3:00 Move to upper rooms, but are not able to investigate.  We leave the premises.

The Conclusion:

Honestly, The Hundley House does have the potential to be a haunted house.  BUT, we weren't able to get anything substantial.  This could be due to many different factors, not the least of which were the fact that there were just so many people in one place at one time.  But I will get to that.

The fact that there isn't much I could find anywhere where any one else who has investigated could find anything either, I am going to say that while there is potentially something there (owner stories do in fact sound like an intelligent haunting) we weer doomed from the beginning from finding anything.  If it ever possible for us to be in the home as SIGG and with no one else (besides the residents) I wholly believe we would find much more.

I have not received any findings from Team Free Will, and must assume that ultimately I will not.

 all original light fixtures throughout the home.
 Gorgeous original stained glass window.
 Bullet hols in stairs from the death of Ella.
 The hearth and rocking chair that supposedly rocks by itself.
 The view from landing above where Ella was killed.  The second stair down has bullet hole.
 A proper Tiffany :)
 Mrs Hundley's room.
 Real crystal chandelier hanging in the 'smoking room.'
 View from the landing in front of Mr Hundley's room.
 Weird mark leading out of Mr Hundley's room.
 The floor in front of Hundley's room.  It appears to have been resurfaced and hastily stained.
 The couch Tina and I sat against most of the evening.
We faced the hearth.


A Note From SIGG:

We just want to say that in the beginning, we were really excited to be working with another paranormal investigative group, but that turned sour long before we even knew where we were going.  We had nothing but problems with the leader of the group, everything from massive disorganization issues, going back and forth four times on whether or not she'd received my payment check (which I sent out three weeks early) bringing WAY too many people onto the investigation (even with the group ultimately split into two sessions and reduced by half, there were far too many in the home to get any results whatsoever) changing itinerary (which she admitted was just in her head anyway) multiple times, her general air-headed and blowhardness, less than five proper investigators in the whole group (to be honest, only one seemed remotely interested in actually collecting evidence, but I really did enjoy his company) her own unprofessionalism makes us look just as bad, and I hate to say we are even  distantly associated with her 'paranormal group', changing meeting locations last minute (a third of the group had to meet us at the restaurant after not getting the change) taking the group to mandatory dinner at an expensive restaurant which was NOT included in the $30 a piece we had to pay just to be a part of this.  Again, we knew (and were proved right) that we wouldn't get any real evidence, there were too many people in the house, but we were supposed to be assigned to certain areas, go dark (and QUIET) gather evidence for a while, and rotate.  That never happened.  Not to mention we weren't even able to investigate the upstairs, the 'leader' and her groupies camped out in Mr Hundley's room, and all the other rooms upstairs were occupied by sleeping 'investigators.' No special equipment was either set up or even shown to us, as promised.  We were not the only ones to leave.  I am not even going to go into the fact she did NOT know the history of the home or what happened, the ages or even NAMES of the deceased.  ("I think his name was J W Hundley" and "He was old and she was only like 30".)

Here's a complaint from another woman who had 'investigated' with us, who (like everyone else) will remain anonymous.

"The Hundley House investigation was a disaster!  Wayyy to many people! Hardly no silence! Rules say one thing yet no one enforced them.  Two couples left (yep.  One of them was us) just because it was pointless. We didn't get to trade spaces.  Half the house was off limits. Dinner was supposed to be at most $35 for my group of 5.  Cost me $75.00.  Big waste of money! Multiple histories on the house.  All different and no proof of but one occurrence.  Forty people were on the reservation! $1200 was paid on the night and it was all crap.Yeah its haunted! You will never see it though with groups this big.  Guaranteed bust!  Group lead offered to do multiple things....did none of them. Disorganized! Oh my.  If you haven't gone yet make sure you get what's offered! None of my five were happy with the outcome even though we had activity.  We can't hear any of it over the blabber mouths from up the stairs, as anyone who went.  My group is not the only ones who feel scammed!"

She was dubbed a 'troublemaker' by the group leader and her gang.  Well, then so are we, because everything said here has been truth.  If you ever feel the need to work with a paranormal group, or see postings online for overnights offered by Team Free Will (I signed a waiver saying that all my finding had to be credited back to them.  But they didn't expect my findings to be like this!) DO NOT GO.

If nothing else, I have learned a valuable lesson.  In the future when we want to team up with other local groups....investigate them first.



Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Meet the Girls

My name is Valerie Simpson, and I'm a photographer from Carlinville, Illinois, but have lived in West Frankfort, IL for the last eight years.  I've been with my husband ten years and we have an eight year old son.  I love photography, cooking, and exploring outdoors.  I've had an unnatural obsession with cemeteries (the older the better!) since before I was a teen.  I have always been interested in the paranormal, and many members of my family, including myself, are what I like to call 'sensitive' to spirits.  I have never spoken to a ghost, but I did live with one!  When I was a teen we used to 'country cruise' and I would always make my friends stop at the old cemeteries so I could take pictures.  I was brought up Catholic by my Italian grandmother, and non-denominational Christian by my parents, but I am not what you would call an active Christian.  I do not attend a church regularly, but my faith runs deep.  This project is something I've wanted to do for a long time, just not alone.  Thank God for friends as strange as I am!

My name is Tina Giorgetti, and my career in Information Technology has lasted me 33+ years and counting. I’m originally from Chicago, Illinois, but moved down state Illinois, where I have resided for the past 3 years. I have two children and 3 grand children. I love animals and volunteer for St. Francis Care no-kill shelter, in Murphysboro, Illinois. I obtained my obsession with the paranormal from my mother. All she had to say was: ‘I had a dream about you last night’, and I made sure I hung on her every word that day. I am what folks like to call an ‘empath’, meaning I feel and absorb what others are feeling. Just like Val, I have not seen spirits, but my children have! Mom taught me how to drive in the cemetery, and it always felt so peaceful to me. I always had so many questions as I passed the grave markers of those who had passed on… My religion of choice is that I am not religious, but what I like to call ‘spiritual’… Living in the ‘bible belt’ it’s hard to be open about this… As far as this project goes, “I can’t wait to get this party started!”

Saturday, November 16, 2013

SIGG's Prayers

We use an opening and closing prayer when investigating, and I thought anyone who is interested in this sort of thing may be interested in them as well.  I (Val) actually wrote the opening prayer, some of it just knowing what I wanted to ask for, and the ending was modified from another ghost hunter's prayer. The closing prayer is a common one among investigators.

Opening Prayer

Dear Heavenly Father;

Help us to see what we are looking for,
Help us to feel the presences here,
Help us to sense where to go.

Keep our hearts and our minds open,
Keep us safe from harm and negativity,
Keep us in the favor and protection of the Lord.

The light of God surrounds us,
The love of God enfolds us,
The power of God protects us,
The presence of God watches over us,
Wherever we are, God is,
May all be well.

In Jesus' name we pray,
Amen.

Closing Prayer

In the name of Jesus Christ, I command all human spirits to be bound to the confines of the cemetery. I command all inhuman spirits to go where Jesus Christ tells you to go, for it is he who commands you.

                                     
Amen.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Harrison Cemetery

Our very first investigation was conducted in Harrison Cemetery in Buckner.  It was originally slated for Oct 31- yep, Halloween/Samhain/All Souls Day.  It also happened to be the day the cemetery was incorporated.  But, due to severe weather, we couldn't go.  So we went the next day instead, arriving just past midnight.

We had a great time, and I want to thank Carol Sloan, president of the Harrison Cemetery Association, for not only allowing but encouraging us to come out and explore.

The History

Isham Harrison (close kin to William Henry Harrison and the Harrison's of Virginia) bought a large farm and had it laid out in plots, which soon became the village of Mulkytown.  His two grown sons (Andrew and Lemuel) settled nearby, and not too far afterwards the country of Franklin was established.  
Isham's son Lemuel Harrison was the first surveyor and commissioner of the fledgling county.  He surveyed the first town out on Frankfort Hill.  His son Christopher (of Christopher township fame) left the area to join the gold rush to California, but contracted Cholera and died in a boat on the Mississippi River.  

Harrison Cemetery was incorporated Oct 31, 1907, but seems to have had burial plots beforehand.  Andrew Harrison (11 Feb 1789 - 22 Feb 1845) is interred here with his wife Elizabeth.

  Andrew Ulysses Harrison
1789 - Feb 22 1845

As is his brother, Lemuel Richard Harrison (1784 - 14 Oct 1858) and his wife, Judith.
L.R. Harrison
Died Oct 14 1858
Aged 74 years

So is Andrew's son, Belus Franklin Harrison (21 Jan 1820 - 18 Nov 1878).
B. F. Harrison
Died Nov 18 1878
58 yrs 9 mos 27 days

In fact, many Harrison's are interred here.  You can probably pretty much follow the genealogical line of Harrison's through the cemetery alone.  It has several notable residents, including four mayors, and several of the Silkwood clan, who are notable first residents of Mulkeytown.  

The Legend

So, while researching for a certifiably haunted local cemetery, I came across Harrison.  The legend is that there are two luminous spirits, male and female, who are supposed to guard the cemetery.  There is also a monument in the form of a piano in the North West corner of the graveyard, from which you can hear a haunting melody from the 'Piano Man.'  Carol encouraged us specifically to seek him out.

Pre-Investigation

I find it helpful to spend some time in the cemetery before an investigation, so that I can get familiar with it's layout, tombstones, sights and sounds.  You can also get a pretty accurate feeling of  place during the daylight, to see what you might encounter in the dark.  I can honestly say this is the most peaceful cemetery I have ever been in, and we got nothing but good vibes here, both during the day and after dark.

Some pictures from my first walk-through:









The Investigation

With special guest investigator Silence Simpson (who is deaf, making him the perfect ghost dog.  Not distracted by worldly sounds!)

We arrived at Harrison Cemetery just after midnight.  It had been dry and a little windy all day, and while the wind had stopped it was sprinkling when we arrived and a lot of moisture in the air.  It was also a little less than 50 degrees out, which made it hard to tell of your hair was standing due to a presence or the cold, and our breath marred more than one photograph.  

We parked by the shed at the main entrance, and walked towards the North.  Right away Tina was drawn to a particular grave, one of miss Stella Fae Gulley (1904 - 1979). 
Silence interested in Gulley's grave.

We stayed in that area for a little while, Tina feeling a pull both during and after we left it.  The dog wandered around and sniffed a lot in the immediate area, but this is also right by the woods, and the dog did a whole lot of sniffing all night.  Neither of us felt a presence of any kind beyond the need to stand there.  We walked away and wandered some more, Tina saying later she was still being drawn to that grave.  We nearly tripped in a ditch at one point, and she said "Watch out, don't fall in the gully."  " asked "What did you say?"  That is not a word either of us word ordinarily have used, especially since it was little more than a ditch.  When we tried to go back and find the grave, we couldn't.  I'm not saying it disappeared or anything, I'm just saying that while it was still very much on our minds we couldn't orient ourselves to find it again in the dark, despite our best efforts.     

The only thing I felt drawn to was a grave of a mother and son, buried together and passing on the same day.  When I came during the morning I stood there a long time, and it took me a while to walk away.  I mentioned it to Tina, as it was still very much on my mind.  Like the Gulley grave, I searched a long time and was having trouble finding it.  As we walked across the cemetery to come upon another tombstone, I walked right in front of it, nearly tripped over a familiar wall, turned around and there it was.

The grave in daylight.
Here lies Mandalina, wife of Ilija Letica
Dec 25, 1095 - May 23, 1930
With Darling Son Ilijia Jr
Aug 1, 1926 - May 25, 1930

And at night, with the EMP reader on top.  It didn't pick anything up.  

I did a very small session near the grave while Tina was across the cemetery.  After reviewing the recording, I found nothing out of the ordinary.

According to the legend, one of the spirits is supposed to show up as an orange glow by the field on the North East side of the cemetery. Well, in a way, it did.  We did in fact see the glow, and if you move in any direction it seems to disappear.  You have to stand in just the right place to see it.  Unfortunately for believers, this is not an apparition.  This is a small grave marker light on the gravestone of a couple by the name of Carpenter.  

 Carpenter's pretty amazing headstone, with the cardinal which gives off the orange glow.

We walked down to the piano man's grave, but beyond a critter in the woods, we didn't hear or feel  anything here either.   On the way back we turned back around and scanned the area with area with our flashlights.  Here I saw a white light higher up in the trees.  I alerted Tina, and we turned our lights off and watched for a bit, with no results.  So we turned the lights on again and scanned.  Bingo.  Many of the Headstones in this area are old, and almost all of them have the round glass photographs on them.  When the flashlight beam hits these just right,  the light bounces up into the trees and looks just like an orb moving.  Even we were fooled the first time.  But, we recreated this numerous times, and I can say with certainty that is what people are seeing.  Again, you have to be in just the right spot, and the light has to hit the portraits just right, and it is exactly where everyone said it would be: a white light in the tree line in the North East corner.

We walked up and around Harrison's section, hoping that there of all places we just might find something.  Again, as was the theme of the evening, we both felt nothing but calm, peaceful, serene.  I will admit I typically get nervous after dark anywhere near the woods, and I never felt even the slightest bit afraid.  There was an absolute calming effect within the cemetery, and if anyone is here, they are wholly at peace.

I found something!   My breath.

The conclusion

Two hours in daylight and another two after dark can give you a pretty good perspective on a place.  In our opinion, Harrison Cemetery is a wonderful place to be, whether daylight or dark, living or dead.  For those who believe, I am sorry to argue with your claims, but I can say with a fairly good amount of certainty that the spirits who guard the cemetery are not specters, but illusions.  It is very easy t be spooked in a cemetery after dark, and if you aren't thinking rationally, anything can seem scary or supernatural.

As for the piano man, I can neither prove or disprove anything there.  We heard nothing, but that does not mean that nothing is there.  It simply means we walked away without any evidence one way or another.   

Again, a big 'Thank you!' to Carol Sloan and the Harrison Cemetery Association, for letting us run around in your cemetery after hours and de-bunk all your myths.    ;)