Terror Haute

100 Steps

"One hundred steps is the count, in darkness you shall find. Beware the path from whence you came when your steps count 99"

Carpenter's Cemetery lies just west of 340 and US 40 on CR 675. Locally it is better known as 100 steps. The graveyard has become very popular over the years and because of childish vandals, is often watched by local law officers. You can almost bet that this increases around Halloween. Because this information is posted here does not mean that it is an open invitation.

Legend has it that, on the darkest nights when you can't see your hand in front of you, you can walk up the broken steps of this cemetery and count 100 steps. As you walk down, people are amazed when the steps they count are only 99. It is not an easy thing to do since there are only 60 or so steps there any other time of the day or night. Another popular idea is that it isn't the number of the actual stone stairs but the number of steps you take from the bottom of the hill. Once you reach the top of the stairs, you keep counting and keep walking until you reach 100, then you turn around and try to take the same size steps back to the stairs and on down to the bottom.

Legend says the dark of night must be total and you must not be able to see where you step. Flashlights and bright moon light don't count. Some have been known to use a scarf as a blindfold to get the total darkness. As you can see in the photo, walking up or down this steep hill on these broken, uneven steps could be dangerous even in the light of day. This might not be the best idea. Legend also tells of those trying to take a safer way up and down the hill, walking on the ground beside the steps. Even with a flashlight or moon light, many people report of being knocked down hard to the ground while trying this cheat, some with handprints appearing on their back or chest.

So, the question is, why would anyone try to walk the steps at night? The legend continues that if you are able to navigate the steps in the pitch of darkness and make the magical counts, then that night, before the rise of the sun, the spirit of the original caretaker will somehow make known to you the manner of your death. If you are not careful while going down the steps, it wouldn't take a ghost to tell you how how you might die.

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Black Moon Manor

Greenfield, Indiana

“In the midst of a Buck Creek forest, stands Black Moon Manor, a 150 yr. old manor that sits silently a top a hill peering down at the world passing by. Built in 1859 by John C. Eastes, the manor has definitely seen its share of life and death. From Broken necks to huge fourth of July parties, the manor refuses to let go of its past. The property itself has even remained in the same family for nearly 200 years. Now home to some of the most amazing paranormal evidence ever documented, Black Moon Manor has become one of the most recognized haunted locations in the Midwest! No one really knows why the manor remains so haunted, or what is exactly haunting its walls. The fact is there is undeniable proof that they are here. Maybe because of the fond memories made during the lavish 4th of July festivities. Or maybe the dark energy left behind from the late Dr. J. Hervey injecting patients/victims with the deadly small pox virus rendering them dead. What ever the reason may be, Black Moon Manor has proven itself over and over again to be one of the most haunted locations the paranormal society has documented."

This haunted house has been featured on A & E, The Bio Channel, Darkness Radio, and on the show "Ghost Adventures." Their website features a lot of captured video and sounds. http://blackmoonmanor.net You can set up a tour or a paranormal hunt with the owner. If you would like more information or you and your group would like to visit the manor, please contact them @ (317) 586-3527 or email them at info@blackmoonmanor.net.

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The Barfing Ghost of Burford Hall

Indiana State University

College and parties are a part of life for some, but in this case it also crosses into death. There are two legends with this one title. One legend tells of the spirit of a young girl said to have died from too much alcohol or from committing suicide in room 217. The ghost is said to be heard vomiting in the bathrooms or throughout the halls of Burford on the campus of Indiana State University. Some claim to hear spectral screams, toilet flushes with no one around, or evil laughs echoing down the empty halls.

A second legend tells of the spirit of an elderly, stern looking woman who was once dean of the building back in the 1940s. "Old Lady Burford" is said to often haunt the new arrivals into the hall and has the power to make a student's life quite unhappy. Is it the sound of living students having fun or the cries of a long dead girl?

No one knows for sure. Many would say that spirits in one form or another can usually be attributed to the cause.

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Deloris Hart

Terre haute, Indiana

One well documented story comes from the year 1932. In Terre Haute, at the busy intersection of Wabash Ave and 25th Street, there was a fatal auto accident. A small, 3 year old girl by the name of Deloris Hart was in one of the autos. A large part of the poor girl's scalp had been taken off because of flying glass. Her Great-Grandfather was killed in the accident. She was rushed to what was then known as St. Anthony's Hospital but rescuers and doctors gave little hope of her survival. After time, the girl made a miraculous recovery. Her father was delighted with her recovery, but soon everyone became confused when the girl asked where the "nice looking woman" had gone. Deloris spoke of a woman, with black hair and caring brown eyes, that stood by her bed day and night. It was this woman who stayed close by that had encouraged her to not give up and live. Both her family and the staff were confused. No woman fitting that description worked at the hospital or had ever been seen by anyone. Still, Deloris insisted she had been there the entire time.

Deloris' father tried for a long time to find this mystery woman to thank her for the gift of having his little girl back.

It was some time later when Deloris and her father were going through some old photos that Deloris began to point at an old photo and exclaim that "there is the nice woman!" Her father looked at the photo and made sure Deloris wasn't mistaken. The woman who had encouraged her to live turned out to be her grandmother...who had passed away 20 years before the accident.

The Face in the Wall

Terre haute, Indiana

Young men and fast cars are nothing new in any town. Fruitridge Ave in Terre Haute has seen it's share of late night competitions. One has become legend. As two cars challenged each other one hot summer night, a nameless young man blew a tire near Hulman Street. His car spun out of control and crashed into a huge brick wall, the boy was thrown through his windshield and smashed face first into a wall. For many years after the accident, some would say they could see the face of the youth staring out of the rock where his life ended. Sadly, the wall has been torn down but the legend continues.

The Faceless Nun

Terre Haute, Indiana

Saint Mary of the Woods College has it's share of ghostly legends. Two of the lesser known stories are of The Black Bird and The Dark Angel of Guerin Hall, but by far the most famous is the Faceless Nun. It is said that one of the Sisters had a fantastic talent for painting portraits. Her method of painting was to always paint every detail of the portrait, taking her time for days and weeks, and saving the face for the very last. She always insisted that the face was the most important part and required the most attention. It was always the final touch and it was said she would spend countless hours working on every detail of the face of her subject. Once she started on the portrait's face, she would devote her entire time to it until perfection was reached.

The time came when she chose to do a self portrait. Again, she took her time working on every detail but the face. Just before the time arrived for her to begin on the last detail, she fell ill. She was rushed to the infirmary but they could find nothing wrong with her. She mysteriouly died with her portrait unfinished.

Not long after her death began the sightings. Another Sister heard sobbing coming from the room that held the unfinished painting. Curious, the Sister entered the room and saw the back of a nun. She was crying in front of the portrait. When the Sister went up to comfort the sobbing nun, she turned and saw there was nothing but darkness where the woman's face should have been. Sightings persisted time and again from a number of different sources. It has been said that, in order to end the torment of the Sister, a special mass was finally held for the Faceless Nun and the sightings "officially" ended.

Hell's Gate

Brazil, Indiana and Diamond, Indiana. Rumor has it that there were 7 Gates to Hell located throughout the countryside around the Wabash Valley. When you reach one of these tunnels, legend says to stop and flash either your car lights or a flashlight 3 times. Then travel through the tunnel. Turn around and return to your original side. Then wait in the darkness. Some claim to have seen blood dripping on the walls, some say spirits begin to knock on car windows or the roof of your car. Cries of restless spirits killed on the train tracks above the tunnel can be heard or chants from long lead members of a cult can be heard whispered in the woods. The worst rumor is that, if you see your name begin to glow on the walls, you will die by morning.

Sadly, many of the gates were destroyed when the railroad tracks were removed and many of the old viaducts were eliminated. One of them used to be next to my property several years ago not far from 100 steps.

I have been told that at least one still exists. The directions I was given was to travel North on Hwy 59 out of Brazil. Turn West on County Road 1350. You will go through several stop signs until you reach Rock Run Road. Turn onto it and it will lead you straight to Hell's Gate. If anyone has done this, I would love to hear from you.

Hill House

Bellmore located in Parke County, Indiana.

The Hill House was said to be haunted even before it was built. While under construction, chimney bricks would tumble down at night, workman's tools would vanish during the day only to pop up somewhere else the next day. Once the house was built, the family who had moved in had their clothes fly out a window and wrapped around the branches of near by trees. No one around had a ladder that could reach the clothes and many of the branches couldn't support even a child's weight.

Bill Soey owns a barn built upon the haunted grounds. Even to this day, barn doors open by themselves and wagons will move with no one around.

If you search the dusty corners of some used books stores, you might find a little gem of a book that tells all about this legend. The story begins
"In my great-grandmother’s house in Indiana, shortly after the close of the Civil War, a series of extraordinary events transpired which were never satisfactorily explained. The house was renown for its hospitality and witnesses were not lacking to testify to the strange disturbances that in time became legend.
Those disturbances are recorded in this novel as the subjective experience of the characters, and to that extent the work is founded on fact."

- "Dark Fantastic" by Margaret Echard.

Hoop Snakes

I debated whether or not to include this. After about five minutes, I figured why not. Hoop snakes are not only legends in Indiana, but in many parts of the United States and Australia. According to Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913), the elusive snake has the unique ability to "curve itself into a hoop, taking its tail into its mouth, and rolls along with great velocity." There have been claims from hunters and farmers of being bowled over by this great creature and seeing it disappear soon afterwards.

The hoop snake is even mentioned in a letter from 1784 (published in Tour in the U. S. A., Vol. I, p. 263-65. London): “ As other serpents crawl upon their bellies, so can this; but he has another method of moving peculiar to his own species, which he always adopts when he is in eager pursuit of his prey; he throws himself into a circle, running rapidly around, advancing like a hoop, with his tail arising and pointed forward in the circle, by which he is always in the ready position of striking. It is observed that they only make use of this method in attacking; for when they fly from their enemy they go upon their bellies, like other serpents. From the above circumstance, peculiar to themselves, they have also derived the appellation of hoop snakes. - Karl Patterson Schmidt. "The Hoop Snake Story". http://www.naturalhistorymag.com/editors_pick/1925_01-02_pick.html. Rumor has it that there was a $10,000 reward in trust at a New York bank for the first person to provide evidence of a hoop snake. - Ford, Joe, Haunts to Hookers., from the chapter "Snakes: Fact or Fable", pgs. 80-84.

To this day, no hoop snake has ever been captured or even proven to exist.

Indian Orchard

This legend begins back in 1763 on the banks of the Wabash River near where the Terre Haute Water Works plant is located. There existed a village of Delaware Indians who once called this area home. Among the tribe members was a young white woman named Lena. She had been abducted from her parents when she was a small child on an attack on a white settlement in Pennsylvania. There came a time when all white captives were to be returned to their original families. The Shawnees chose a young brave named Nemo to travel to all the villages along the Wabash River to tell the tribes the news that all white captives must be set free. He was to take them back to their original homes.

Nemo came to the village near Fort Harrison and brought the news to the chief. Lena had been reared by the chief as one of his own children. With great sorrow, Lena was asked to leave her Indian home and return with Nemo along with ten other captives. They traveled to Delaware where the Shawnee and Seneca tribes handed over all white captives to the United States Government. Nemo had fallen in love with the light haired Lena and she with him. The only life she had known was that of the tribe and she longed to return to both her home along the Wabash and to Nemo. Though her biological parents had passed away, Lena had brothers and sisters who welcomed her back. In the fall of 1674, Lena became of age where she could chose her own way of life. Pennsylvania law didn't allow marriage between whites and Indians, but Nemo returned for Lena and they slipped away one night to return home together. Once back in nature, they took a vow of marriage before the Great Spirit and became husband and wife

It was winter by the time they returned to what is now Terre Haute. Their return was not joyful. A feud with another tribe had wiped out her adoptive family and the village had been destroyed. Nemo and Lena chose to stay here and start a new life for themselves. Nemo's axe helped to provide shelter and his bow provided food and clothes. In the spring of 1675, Lena planted some apple seeds she had brought along near their wigwam. They began a happy life together in their isolated home.

Years later, on an Autumn evening, Nemo saw 5 warriors from the enemy Miamia tribe approaching his home. Taking his bow and axe, he went forth to protect his home, his wife, and their new born son. Nemo was able to kill 3 of the attackers before being brought down by enemy arrows. Lena grabbed her son and ran towards the 2 remaining men. She threw her son into the arms of the men and buried her own knife deep into her heart. She fell dead onto her husband. The Miamis chose to spare the child of such a brave woman. Nemo and Lena were buried near their home. The little son was taken into the Miami tribe. When the young warrior learned of his past, he returned to the Shawnees and joined his father's tribe. He was with Tecumseh when the treaty with General Harrison was formed. He was in the Battle of Tippecanoe and was killed alongside of Tecumseh at the Battle of the Thames.

The apple trees were bearing fruit when white men started to settle this part of the nation. The apple trees are all that remain of the once happy family.

Loup Garous

Back in the 1800s, stories started to pop up in Vincennes Indiana about a strange creature said to be haunting local graveyards. It was known as the Loup Garous. This creature was said to be half man, half animal, and very deadly. In France, Loup Garous is most closely associated with the English term WEREWOLF. Some legends claim that, unlike the werewolves of more common legends where a man becomes part animal, the Loup Garous is an intelligent creature that takes on manlike features. This transformation isn't controlled by the light of a moon, the creature can control it's transformation anytime it wishes. If you travel to Vincennes and see a wolf like creature crossing the local graveyard, stay clear...the Loup Garous might just be watching you.


Martin Sheets

Martin Sheets was a successful businessman in Terre Haute back in the early 1900's. Martin had a phobia of being buried alive. Medicine wasn't as advanced then as it is now. It is estimated that as many as 2 percent of the people laid to rest back in those days were still living. His fear was well founded. Rumor has it he often would awaken from nightmares of being trapped alive in his coffin. The invention of the telephone gave Martin the unique idea of having a phone with an active line placed with his mausoleum once he passed away. He also ordered that his tomb be constructed so that he could open it from inside. He made allowances in his will to pay for the telephone line to his grave for many years after his death...just in case.

In 1910, Martin Sheets passed away. A direct phone line to the cemetery was rigged so that it would activate simply by lifting the receiver in the tomb. It was even set so that a light would come on in the Highland Lawn cemetery office when the phone was lifted, even if no words were spoken. Martin wanted to be sure. The light never came on. Over time, the direct line to the cemetery office was removed but the actual phone line remained live as long as the money from his will paid the bill.

Years later, a chilling thing happened. Sheets' widow was found dead one day. She was laying on her bed and had a telephone receiver clutched in her hand and a look of terror frozen on her face. It took some effort to remove the phone from her grasp. Doctors claimed she had passed away from a stroke and everyone assumed that she was trying to call for help when she had died. After her memorial service, she was to be placed in the mausoleum next to her husband. When the workers entered the tomb, everything was as it should have been. Nothing inside the locked tomb had been disturbed except for one small item... Martin's phone was off the hook.

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The Odon Fires

This well documented case happened in the small community of Odon, Indiana. William Hackler and his family had just finished eating breakfast one morning when the smell of burning wood was noticed. After searching the house for the cause of the odor, it was determined that it was coming from within a wall on the second floor near a bedroom window. The odd thing about this was that no one had been in the spare room that day and the fact that the house had no wires or electricity. The fire department soon came and was able to extinguish the flames before it spread. Almost as soon as the fire team had returned to their station, they were summoned again to return to the Hackler home. Mrs. Hackler had found a fire burning that started inside her feather bed! A total of nine fires were witnessed by the family as well as the fire crew from 8 am until 11 am that morning. Each one as mysterious as the next.

But that wasn't the end of it. A bedspread cought fire with witnesses watching. A fireman found a book on a shelf smoldering. When he opened it, it was burning from within with the cover still in perfect shape. Another mattress caught fire with no one around. Again, from within. A fire fighter resting in the kitchen witnessed a pair of that simply overalls burst into flame as well as a calendar hanging on a wall that burned. All that was left was ashes yet the wall where it hung was untouched. Only the objects that burst into flames were consumed, everything else around them were left unharmed. In all, over 100 firefighters from 2 different communities put out a total of 28 fires that day. The family took what beds they had left and slept out under the night skies. With the help of friends and family, William Hackler tore apart the house, board by board, and used the lumber to help construct a new home down the road. The family never had another incident.

Years later, a chilling thing happened. Sheets' widow was found dead one day. She was laying on her bed and had a telephone receiver clutched in her hand and a look of terror frozen on her face. It took some effort to remove the phone from her grasp. Doctors claimed she had passed away from a stroke and everyone assumed that she was trying to call for help when she had died. After her memorial service, she was to be placed in the mausoleum next to her husband. When the workers entered the tomb, everything was as it should have been. Nothing inside the locked tomb had been disturbed except for one small item... Martin's phone was off the hook.

In 1941, the Hackler Family was featured by Traveler's Insurance in an add in Colliers Magazine. The company wanted everyone to know that they would cover any fire...even paranormal ones.

Oliver Larch

Those who have seen the movie Jeepers Creepers 2 will easily visualize this next mystery. Matthew Larch and his family sat at home enjoying Christmas Eve of 1889. Along with his family, friends were there to help celebrate the holiday including a minister and his wife from nearby South Bend, an attorney from Chicago, and a circuit judge. More water was needed as everyone enjoyed the foods that had been prepared. Young Oliver was sent out to the pump on the snowy night to fetch some water...a chore he had done many times.

While everyone sang carols and enjoyed the warmth of the fire, a piercing scream came from outside causing everyone to rush out the back door with lamps in hand. Matthew followed his son's clear footprints in the new fallen snow out towards the pump. The tracks stopped half way there. "Help! They've got me!" Everyone could hear the young boy cry in terror, only the sound of the cry came from above. Nothing could be seen in the black sky as everyone listened to the boy's cries of terror. His screams drifted farther away into the night. There were no other footprints anywhere around the farm. A search was made but nothing of the boy was found. A police investigation found no other explanation other than the boy had somehow been abducted into the black skies above. Oliver Larch

The Preston House

As you drive down Poplar street in Terre Haute, few people would even notice the empty lot at 13th and a half street. That vacant lot holds a lot of history. On that lot once stood the oldest house in Terre Haute and some say, the most haunted. A large, southern style home was built in 1824 by a man named George Dewees. He was a rich man who came to Terre Haute from New Orleans. He constructed one of the most lavish houses ever to reside here. George Dewees had a rep for being an evil man with a violent temper. His wife, Matilda, was the exact opposite, she was well liked but not exactly popular since George didn't like to be around people. George was possessive and gave her very little freedom. Matilda did something almost unheard of back then, she filed for divorce. When the time came for the decree to become final, Matilda vanished. George Dewees told everyone she went home to New Orleans but she was never heard from again. Stories began that George had murdered his wife and walled her up in the side of the fireplace. A few years later George Dewees died and the haunting began. Stories of mysterious lights, a woman crying, and objects moving on their own added to the rumors of her death and restless spirit. Because of arson and years of neglect, the house was torn down in 1987. No body was found leaving the mystery of Matila unsolved. According to the Vigo County Historical Society, "Much of the stone of the Preston House, and some of the woodwork, was taken to be used in the grist mill at Pioneer Village in Fowler Park. Whether the legend of Matilda follows the stones remains for the future to say."

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Spook Light Hill

Second only to the legend of Stiffy Green in the Wabash Valley is the legend of Spook Light Hill. On a cool October night, many years ago, Old Man Lowry sat up waiting for his only daughter to come home. He was known to be very protective of his beloved Rebecca. His wife had passed away when giving birth to Rebecca and was all the family he had in the world. The night was still early and Mr. Lowry knew his daughter was enjoying an evening at the church social, but the weather was turning bad off in the distance and he was hoping his girl was paying attention to the weather as much as she might be paying attention to the young men at the social. As the flash of lightning grew closer he watched the hill expecting to see his daughter driving the horse and buggy home. At long last he saw her rig come over the hill and ran out to help her put away the horse. To his horror, he saw by the flash of lightning that the buggy was empty. He jumped onto the buggy and tore off back towards the church in search of his daughter. Half way there, he saw her lying on the roadside. As he jumped off the buggy and came to her side, he found that her head had been completely severed. Rebecca Lowry was buried in the family cemetery near to where her body was found. It was assumed that in the storm, she had been thrown from the buggy and that the wheels had somehow decapitated her. The most puzzling part of the story is, her head was never found.

Now, years later, hundreds of people have claimed to see mysterious lights roaming the hillside. Most believe that, even after his death, Rebecca's father is still searching for his daughter's head. Others say it is just gas or something natural. What ever it is, few dispute that fact of the mysterious lights that seem to haunt Spook Light Hill.

To find this site, go North on State Road 59. Turn left on the County Line Road right before the Park County Sign. The road splits and you want to stay left. Soon the road turns to gravel. Continue about 4 miles. Some stop at the top of the hill and flash their lights 3 times to tell the ghost they are there, some say the best view is at the bottom of the hill facing State Road 59.

Stiffy Green

Perhaps the greatest legend in this neck of the woods is the legend of Stiffy Green. John Heinl, a resident of Terre Haute, could often be seen walking the streets with the company of his little bulldog named Stiffy Green. the nickname was given to the dog because of his quirky, stiff-legged trot and his exceptional emerald green eyes. In 1920, John Heinl passed away leaving his 4 legged friend all alone. Friends took the dog in and tried to care for him, but time after time the dog would disappear only to be found miles away at the door of his master's mausoleum. Stiffy refused to leave his friend even in death. Eventually, his caretakers stopped trying to take him away and would bring food and water to Highland Lawn Cemetery. Stiffy refused to eat. The bulldog guarded the mausoleum day and night, rain or shine, until he was found dead one morning, on the cold stone steps.

Word spread of the dog's loyalty and people contributed to a fund to have the dog's body preserved by a local taxidermist so that he could be placed next to the crypt of John Heinl. He was mounted into a sitting position with his bright green eyes open, forever watching guard over the tomb. This is only the start of the legend.

Several months later, a caretaker was leaving the cemetery one warm evening when he heard a dog barking from the general direction of the Heinl tomb. He recognized it as that of Stiffy Green. Soon, many others could hear the barking, always in the early evening hours, around the Heinl mausoleum. Some even claim to see old man Heinl walking around Highland Lawn Cemetery accompanied by his stiff legged, green eyed dog. Highland Lawn is no longer open at night to the public. Stiffy has also since been removed due to constant vandalism. He now resides in the Historical Museum of the Wabash Valley for all to see. Still, rumors persist that, on certain nights, you can still hear him barking within the closed gates of Highland Lawn.

The best part of the story is the idea that Stiffy Green was never a real dog. Some say it was just a statue. I guess you will have to visit the basement of the Museum to know for sure.

Vigo County Historical Society
1411 S 6th Street
Terre Haute, Indiana 47802
Phone: 812-235-9717

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4420 Wabash Ave
Terre Haute, IN 47803-1498
(812) 877-2531

Is The Willard Library Haunted?

A fascinating and somewhat credible old legend exists within the ancient walls of Willard Library: It's a living, breathing haunted house.

The first reported incident happened more than sixty years ago to a library employee who trekked through the snowy cold for his nightly duty. Since then, countless other employees and patrons have reported seeing this apparition, each giving an eerily similar description. Is the legend true? We'll leave that for you to decide.

Winter 1937: The first sighting of Willard Library's "Lady in Grey" On a cold, snow-covered night in the winter of 1937, the library's janitor, as was his nightly routine, came to the building at 3 a.m. to shovel coal into the heating furnace, ensuring warmth for the coming busy day. Armed with his flashlight and gun, the janitor cautiously made his way to the unlit basement to fuel the fire. Though comfortable in his duty, he was always wary of any unexpected nighttime visitors. Suddenly, as he neared the furnace, he froze motionless and dropped his flashlight to the dusty basement floor. A look of amazement and fear overcame the normally docile janitor's face. Standing before him in that dark and dreary basement of Willard Library was a ghostly veiled lady dressed in glowing grey. In his astonishment, he managed to bend down and pick up his flashlight, noticing that even her shoes were grey. Before the janitor could regain his composure, the image disappeared and he was once again in silent solitude. Frightened and confused, the janitor completely forgot about shoveling that coal into the furnace. He ran crazily from the basement and from Willard Library, never to return to either again.

Some other notable sightings and strange happenings: The famed "lady in grey" did return, however. She has appeared many times to many different people in many different ways since that cold winter night in 1937. Countless speculations and opinions exist about whose ghost the famed "lady in grey" actually is. Some believed that the ghost emigrated from a nearby cemetery. Others say that a woman died in the building during its early days and that she liked the library so much that she never left (and gets jealous when mortals read her treasured books).

Still, the most widely held opinion is that the "lady in grey" is actually the ghost of Louise Carpenter, the daughter of the library's founder. Louise once sued the library's Board of Trustees, claiming that her father was "of unsound mind and was unduly influenced in establishing [Willard] Library." She lost the suit and, as a result, her claim to any of the library's property. After her death, her spirit returned to the place that caused her so much grief during her life: Willard Library. Those who subscribe to this opinion say that she will continue to haunt the library until the property and its holdings are turned back over to the living heirs of the Willard Carpenter family.

Even the famed T.A.P.S. team of Ghost Hunters from the SyFy channel have investigated the library. Now you can be a ghost hunter right there in front of your own computer. This story and the pictures come straight from the library's web site. The library has a lot more to tell you of the hauntings and several GhostCams for you to look at. Care to look? Just click HERE to visit their WebPages. Who knows...Maybe you will be the next person to see the Lady in Grey...

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