I am determined to get more of my work out on Youtube so today is the day I designate for that chore. It is fun, but it is time consuming so I have been scurrying around like a bunny!
I think I’ll go get a carrot!
Back in 1914, George W. Vanderbilt died from complications from a surgery he had for appendicitis. His wife was extremely upset. So late at night, in the Library, she would sit in front of the large marble fireplace, and talk with George though he was never really there.
Her servants started to think she was losing her mind. To this day, late at night you can still hear her voice talking with George very softly. Also, you can feel George’s presence in the Billiard Room, and the 2nd floor Oak Sitting room, one of his favorite rooms in the mansion.
During rainy late nights, George would sit and read. Workers report feelings of being watched, apparitions, voices, laughing, & screams. A headless orange cat has been seen by numerous visitors roaming the area between the Gardens and the Bass pond. The Pool Room is also a focal point of unexplainable events. The sound of people swimming echoes throughout the entire lower floor in the dead of night.
Insane laughter can be heard coming from the drain at the bottom of the pool. It is said to be haunted by a lady in black. Employees report hearing footsteps on the second floor. It’s $10 for the small tour and $50 for the full tour of the house. But be sure you stay CLOSE to the guide. Odds are, there will only be 3 or 4 people touring with you.
The Word Man does it again! This time He got a poem published in the San Pedro River Review fall issue! The name of the poem is “Gigging and it will be in print!
Jimmie Lee had heard tales about the legendary Big Foot or Sasquatch but never thought he would come into contact with the beast. He was twelve years old and staying with his uncle and two cousins for the summer.
One morning his uncle told the boys he saw huge prints near his apple orchard. Jimmie and his cousins decided to pitch a tent to see if they could see Scalawag! They were having fun and when the campfire got low they decided to go to sleep at around 11:00. About thirty minutes later, the narrator heard a strange hissing sound. He woke his cousin up and they both heard limbs cracking outside.
They saw with the flashlight a huge mammal like creature with long red fur eating apples in a crouched position. The creature turned and stared at them and they could see a strange human-like face with a pointy head. The face was the only part of the creature that did not have fur and was an orange-brown color. It let out a screeching howl and ran off into the woods.
The next day they saw the huge prints with toes in the ground. The uncle and aunt have heard the noise of the animal since this event and Jimmie Lee swears he has seen Sasquatch!
I have always been nervous about spiders since one of my childhood friends said she had a black widow spider in her garage. I stayed out of there! I am not that scared of them but I don’t know one from the next so I am cautious.
The other day there was a small black spider in the computer room so I asked The Bird Man who is also very knowledgeable about insects to look at it. I yelled from the room that there was a spider in the room and would he come check it out.
He asked me if it had it’s own web.
I said I didn’t know. Maybe it is renting it.
The Word Man was not amused.
This painting is of a beautiful section of Mountain Lake Resort in Giles County, VA. This popular resort was the setting for the great movie, Dirty Dancing, starring Patrick Swayze!
Beneath the grounds of Radford University there is a network of tunnels that used to be used by students so they wouldn’t have to go out in bad weather. The school was originally a girl’s college.
There is a ghost story about one student that prowls the tunnels on Hall o’ ween.
The tunnels were closed long ago and entrance to them is forbidden.
The girl’s name was Elizabeth and she shunned the other students. They played tricks on her and sent her a note claiming a suitor wanted to see her at the Hall o’ ween ball dressed as a princess and he would be her prince. She went to the ball and waited. He never appeared but a student handed her a note that requested she meet him in the tunnels. It was dark and she tripped and broke her neck and died instantly.
The legend is that she prowls the tunnels calling for her prince every Hall o’ ween!
This story was written by Richie Ellis and printed in The Haunted Commonwealth online publication in 2010. The story is more complicated if you would like to check it out!
This painting is based on a photograph my husband took of someone picking mushrooms at Pandapas Pond. Oddly enough, the man resembles my husband.
Since I am writing about New River Valley ghost stories lately, I thought this haunting painting would be great for this post! This painting is loosely based on a photograph I saw of a scene that reminded me of my grandmother’s beautiful grounds in her home in Clarksville, Virginia. When I look at this painting I am reminded of our special visits to her home.
All of my life people have told me I look just like a relative or friend. It has never bothered me that I just have one of those faces but now I like to make a joke out of it.
The other night at a Chick Corea concert at Radford University it happened again. A lady in the seat behind me asked me to forgive her for staring but I look so much like her sister. We discussed backgrounds and hers was mostly Irish while I am half Italian but I do look more like my mother’s Scottish and Irish side.
When the concert was over I looked over to the lady and said, “You must have a beautiful sister!” She said she did and we both laughed – but not too hard, of course!
My husband is at it again publishing poems! This week he had five poems published in Still: The Journal. This is the second time he has had work published there and this online magazine won the 2014 E-Appalachia Award!
Also, another bird count is coming up in Franklin County on April 26th. There are teams that have mapped out locations to survey. People are welcome to join the effort. If you are interested contact my bird man at firstname.lastname@example.org!