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My Cemetery Bucket List (Ongoing)

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Kira Butler from The Midnight Society recently posted her cemetery bucket list, which inspired me to create my own list in my commonplace book. My list is strictly American cemeteries (for now), because mama is broke.

Below is my list, which is always growing. Many were chosen because they are reportedly haunted (of course). Am I missing any must-see cemeteries? Let me know in the comments.

  1. Bonaventure Cemetery, Savannah, Georgia
  2. Stepp Cemetery, Martinsvile, Indiana
  3. Gypsies Cemetery, Crown Point, Indiana
  4. Bachelor’s Grove Cemetery, Crestwood, Illinois
  5. Stull Cemetery, Kansas
  6. 100 Step Cemetery, Brazil, Indiana
  7. Crown Hill Cemetery, Indianapolis, Indiana
  8. Green-wood Cemetery, Brooklyn, New York
  9. Westminster Burying Ground, Baltimore, Maryland
  10. Saint Louis Cemetery, New Orleans, Louisiana
  11. Lafayette Cemetery, New Orleans, Louisiana
  12. Woodland Cemetery and Arboretum, Dayton, Ohio
  13. Unitarian Church Cemetery, Charleston, South Carolina
  14. Forest Park Cemetery, Brunswick, New York
  15. Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, New York
  16. Granary Burying Ground, Boston, Massachusetts
  17. The Burying Point, Salem, Massachusetts
  18. Forest Lawn Memorial Park, Glendale, California
  19. Hollywood Forever Cemetery, Los Angeles, California
  20. Howard Street Burial Ground, Salem, Massachusetts
  21. Resurrection Cemetery, Justice, Illinois
  22. Cemetery Hill, Gettysburg, Pennsylvania
  23. Boot Hill, Tombstone, Arizona
  24. Hollywood Cemetery, Richmond, Virginia
  25. Athens Mental Hospital Cemetery (The Ridges), Ohio
  26. Lake View Cemetery, Cleveland, Ohio
  27. Lone Fir Cemetery, Portland, Oregon
  28. Union Cemetery, Easton, Connecticut
  29. Graceland Cemetery, Chicago, Illinois 
  30. Mount Auburn Cemetery, Cambridge, Massachusetts 
  31. Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery, San Diego, California
  32. Key West Cemetery, Florida 
  33. Oakland Cemetery, Atlanta, Georgia 
  34. Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, South Carolina 
  35. Laurel Hill Cemetery, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
  36. Woodlawn Cemetery, Bronx, New York
  37. Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, Concord, Massachusetts
  38. Cypress Lawn, Colma, California
  39. Swan Point Cemetery, Providence, Rhode Island
  40. Sunset Hills Cemetery, Flint, Michigan
  41. Central Burial Ground, Boston, Massachusetts
  42. St Roch Cemeteries (1&2), New Orleans,  Louisiana 

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I was able to talk to some amazing experts on death about how we bury and memorialize the homeless. The obvious answer: we can do better.

How We Bury and Memorialize the Homeless 

Terror and Tomes: Haunted American Libraries

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My library is filled with used books, which can create a rather haunting atmosphere. Who had these books before me? How did they live? How did they die? ¬†The lingering fingerprints, marginalia, and dust from a distant house, bookstore, or library. It is as though each used book brings along its¬†own trail of ghosts.¬†In¬†The Haunting of Hill House,¬†Shirley Jackson writes “Materializations¬†are often best produced in rooms where there are books. I cannot think of any time when materialization was in any way hampered by the presence of books.” It seems, then, that the best place to look for ghost stories is at the library, which is full of used books.

Willard Library, Evansville, IN

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The Lady in Gray has been haunting the Willard Library in Evansville, Indiana since 1937. She was first seen by the night janitor around 3 am (witching hour, of course) in the basement. Several people since have reported her apparition, water turned on and off, the smell of perfume, cold temperatures, moved furniture and books, phantom touches, and odd items appearing from nowhere. You can see the ghost during a trip to the library, in-person or online.

The library has fully embraced their ghost, offering their space to ghost hunting groups and even placing ghost cams in multiple rooms of the library, which you can watch online. Visitors to the ghost cam site share¬†their screen captures of the Lady in Gray on the site’s gallery.

Doris & Harry Vise Library, Cumberland Univ., Lebanon, TN

I am going to be straightforward and honest and say I’m including this library because there’s a ghost cat. Library director Jon Boniol once saw a phantom cat floating across the the library floor, disappearing behind boxes stacked under a table. Jon said, ” I did not see any legs or paws and no motion like a normal cat walking on a floor. The apparition was near the floor, about the right height for a cat, but it appeared to be gliding smoothly through the air instead of touching the floor. I couldn‚Äôt tell if it came in through the door or came from under my desk.‚ÄĚ A former librarian also reported the ghost of a young girl that liked playing peek-a-boo behind the circulation desk (Britannica).

Peoria Public Library, Peoria, IL

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The story goes that this library sits on cursed ground. In 1830, a very prominent citizen, Mrs. Andre Gray, lived where the library now stands. After the death of her brother, she took custody of his son.

Her nephew got into some trouble, so he hired a lawyer and took out a mortgage on the home (for security). The lawyer sued to foreclose on the home when Mrs. Gray’s nephew could not make payments. A very upset Mrs. Gray kicked her nephew out of the house.Shortly after, he was found dead and floating in the river (University of Illinois). Mrs. Gray cursed the house and anyone that would occupy it in the future. In 1894, the building became a cursed library: the first three library directors died under mysterious circumstances. The library was torn down and a new one stands in its place, but ghosts remain. People have reported their name being called in the stacks, cold drafts and the apparition of a past library director.

Julia Ideson Building, Houston Public Library, Houston, TX

A former library intern described an interesting evening at this library:

The Ideson Building is closed on Fridays, and the rest of the staff was either off for the day or out at a conference.

So at around 4:00PM that day I began to pack up the archival material I was working with when I heard the faint sounds of a violin playing a slow and slightly plaintive song.

‚ÄúThat‚Äôs‚Ķ.really weird‚Ķ,‚ÄĚ I thought to myself. The stone walls of the Ideson building are fairly thick, and there certainly wasn‚Äôt anyone else in the building who would be playing music! Needless to say, it was spooky enough that I packed up my stuff and went on my way. (Houston Public Library)

The phantom violin player was Jacob Frank Cramer, a former nighttime watchman. In the evenings he would play his violin on the roof before bedtime. He was found dead in the library in 1936, but his violin plays on.

Pattee Library, Penn State University, PA

According to legend, in the 1960s a graduate student was in the library doing research over Thanksgiving Break when she was stabbed and killed (Daily Collegian). People can allegedly hear her screams on the anniversary of her death. Other paranormal activity includes touching, moving objects (i.e. book carts moving on their own), transparent girls reading books, and disembodied eyes (Britannica).

Old Bernardsville Public Library, Bernardsville, NJ

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The building itself wasn’t always a library and actually is not anymore. Built in 1790, the building was known as¬†Vealtown Tavern during the Revolutionary War. During this time a woman,¬†Phyllis Parker, found her lover’s body in a coffin awaiting burial inside the Tavern’s taproom . He had been¬†hung for treason without her knowledge. This sight of her dead lover drove her mad and attached her to¬†the building for eternity. While it was a library, visitors and staff reported voices, uneasy feelings, and¬†the apparition of a woman (The Old¬†Bernardsville News).

One Year Later: A Reflection

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The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited. РStephen King, Bag of Bones

One year ago today, I wrote my first post for Notebook of Ghosts. People always ask where the name of the blog came from. I have always kept commonplace books about the occult and wanted to translate this very personal activity to a rather public blog. I am so glad I did. I have been introduced to so many online communities: the folklorists, the death positive advocates, and young adult horror writers. My writing has appeared on sites I admire: Dirge Magazine and Death and The Maiden. Twitter has also been supportive and welcoming. Thank you so much for a wonderful, spooky year.

Before I start 2017 with a new post, I wanted to look back on some of my favorite posts!

Favorite Posts

Favorite Cemetery Visits (Indiana)

What’s Next?

This year, I have several blog-related (and personal) goals, including:

  • Sharing more images from my commonplace book (on the blog and Instagram)
  • Writing more substantial (and maybe less frequent) blog posts
  • Visiting more cemeteries (and hopefully Salem, MA)
  • Reading as many ghost stories in literature as possible
  • (Maybe) Bringing back my Pinterest page

This blog, and the communities attached to it, will keep me going in the frightening political climate of America (to be frank). When I write, I hide; this year won’t be any different. I will savor the moments when I’m in my office with candles lit and a blank notebook page, ready for a new ghostly adventure.

 

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Where did the¬†name¬†Notebook of Ghosts¬†come from? My love of commonplace books! I’m talking all about the tradition on Dirge Magazine!

Before Bullet Journals, There Were Commonplace Books 

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Hey, all. I had the pleasure of writing about one of my favorite stories: Shirley Jackson’s “The Lottery.” And, I got to explore it through two of my favorite television shows:¬†The X-Files and¬†Supernatural.¬†

The Television Legacy of “The Lottery”

Indiana Ghosts: The Biting Poltergeist

For the next few posts, I am going to explore ghost stories in my home state: Indiana. 

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In Indianapolis during the 1960s, the Beck family was allegedly terrorized by a poltergeist that threw glass, knocked on the walls, and left “mysterious bat-like bites.” The family living on North Delaware Street¬†included Renate Beck (in her 30s), her daughter Linda (in her teens), and her mother Lina Gemmecke (in her 60s).

The start date of the activity differs from source to source, but it began in March 1962 when a glass was thrown by an invisible source.  In a later incident, the grandmother (Gemmecke) got up from a chair and a glass was mysteriously thrown across the room, hitting the wall right above the chair she had just been sitting in. Members of the family also reported bite marks appearing on their skin, a rarity for poltergeists. Damage to the house included feathers torn out of pillows, pictures ripped from frames, broken glass, and dents in the walls from thrown objects.

Dr. William Roll, a researcher of poltergeist phenomena, stayed with the family from March 16-22 and documented the case in a chapter of his 1972 book, The Poltergeist. He was also accompanied by clinical psychologist, Dr. David Blumenthal. Below are some interesting passages about his experience.

Concerning the bites…¬†

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Concerning¬†the knocks…

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A poltergeist’s origins can be attributed to various factors. The unseen spirits receive¬†power from human drama and/or children entering their teens. In this case, we have a 13-year-old daughter. We also have reported tension (by neighbors) between Renate and her mother. Poltergeists can¬†also be hoaxes and¬†many thought Gemmecke was behind this one.

On March 26th, the police were called to the Becks’ by neighbors. There, they found Gemmecke lying ¬†on the floor semiconscious. When she regained consciousness, she threw¬†an ashtray across the room and flipped over a piano bench. The cops witnessed the whole thing. She was taken to the hospital for diabetic shock and then taken to jail overnight for disorderly conduct. Gemmecke returned to her home in Germany to avoid punishment. This incident made many question the validity of the Becks’ stories.

What really happened during March of 1962? Did high emotions create a noisy spirit with a biting problem? Was it a prank or cry for attention? We’ll never know. The activity, like a glass thrown across the room, came and went.

Bonus! Here’s a newspaper clipping from the Indianapolis Star (March 14, 1962) about the poltergeist on North Delaware Street and his new friend, a Scottish Terrier.¬†

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Sources

Marimen, Mark and James Willis.¬†Weird Indiana: Your Travel Guide to Indiana’s Local Legends and Best Kept Secrets.¬†Sterling, 2008.

Roll, William G. The Poltergeist. Paraview, 2004.

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I reached a dissertation deadline and finished up some other projects. Now I get to blog! There will be a new post soon, but for now…read my recent article in Dirge Magazine.

The Real Black Widows: Female Cannibals Who Ate Their Lovers 

Weekly Yuputka: The Christmas Diner

Yuputka (n.): the phantom sensation of something crawling on your skin. 

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I think everyone had a rough 2016, so I thought it was OK to post a Christmas ghost story early. It’s a happy one. ūüėČ

This was shared by a reader during the 2013 Jezebel scary story contest.


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This happened to a family friend of mine. I like this story a lot, because although it does involve ghosts, it makes me fear them less.

This story takes place some time ago. The family friend was one of the little girls in the story, now a grown woman with kids of her own.

My friend was a little girl when her father died unexpectedly due to illness. Her mother was a waitress, and now a widow with two young girls. It was getting close to Christmas, and the mother knew she was not going to be able to buy presents this year for her girls. The family had suffered so much recently, and it broke the mother’s heart to know Christmas was going to be especially lonely. The mother decided to head out of town with her kids to spend the holidays with relatives.

Children in long car rides can get very cranky. The girls complained that they were hungry and tired of being in the car, so the mother decided to pull over at a diner. She only had enough money to buy food for her kids. When the waitress came over to take their order, she insisted on bringing the mother coffee and a dinner “on the house”. “You look so tired, ma’am, some coffee and a hot meal will do you some good. It’s on the house”, the waitress explained with a warm smile. As they were getting ready to leave, an older man approached the family. From under his arm he handed a wrapped package to each girl, saying only “Merry Christmas”. The girls tore into the packages as soon as they were in the car again, each girl had a beautiful porcelain doll. The mother was astonished at the kindness of the people here. She decided when they drove back through this town on their return trip, they would pay this diner another visit. She wrote down the exact address and location of the diner, and the family hit the road again.

After the holidays, the family attempted to return to the diner. All that was there was a vacant lot. Confused, and thinking she must have written down the wrong address, the mother pulled into the gas station around the corner and asked the attendant about the diner. The attendant shook his head and said “That place burned down years ago”, the mother turned to leave, very confused. “You know, though”, the attendant spoke hesitantly “you are not the first person to come to my gas station, insisting you had been there since it burned down”.

My friend says this really happened to her family as a child. I have even seen the doll she received from the man (she has kept it all of these years).