Hanging Around (literally) in Chucktown

The most macabre story on our downtown Charleston (SC) ghost & dungeon tour concerned a tall and wide building that on the bottom floor now runs a popular eatery and bar called Charleston Brewing Company....or something like that. The above floors are not used, but on a slow night you can get someone to take you up to the third and most feared floor, and I intend to.

You see, in the 1800's Charleston was a huge shipping port for everything, including humans of course. A merchant had recently sailed in to pick up a fortune's worth of merchandise from the man who owned and ran the aforementioned large building, I believe it dealt in cloth and silk and those types of goods.

The merchant was staying behind for a reason I have forgotten, while his ship of goods sailed to it's destination. I remember he was very down on his luck, a recent widow, down to his last ship, and poured his last monies into this cargo intended to revitalize his business back home.

The owner of the building told the man he was welcome to go to the top floor and watch his ship sail safely out of the harbor, but to let someone know before he went up there so he wouldn't end up forgotten and locked in.

The man said that wasn't necessary, but in a short time changed his mind. He went up to the top floor without alerting anyone. He stood at one of the large windows and could see his ship passing out of the harbor. His last ship, his last hope. Suddenly, the ship burst into flames, ruining his inventory and his transport.

Hysterical and grief-stricken, the man grabbed the nearest things in the sparse area where he stood. An old chair, and some bailing wire. He wrapped the wire around a chandelier and around his neck, stood on the chair, and kicked that chair away.

Well, bailing wire for a hanging is a bad choice. The wire didn't strangle him so much as it cut into his neck and caused profuse bleeding. The man struggled and kicked, not wishing for this slow death, and kicked out the window in front of him. It was already night fall in the busy city. No one heard the crash. He struggled in vain as he bled to death.

Eager birds found the broken window inviting and flew right in for a feast. They picked at his bloody clothes, his face and hands. They behaved as scavengers would.

Next morning. 6 a.m. Paperboy sleepily starts his shift walking up and down the street. Being a youngster, he spots a marble and picks it up. The marble is an eyeball. He shows it to adults nearby and the suspect it was pulled off a corpse and dropped by a bird. They look around. They find him, and alert the man who owns the building.

The man hurries over, goes to the top floor, and finds a horrendous sight. A bloody, bird-picked corpse so disfigured the man only recognizes him by his jacket.

No one has been eager to visit that floor or room. But when the tourist season dies down I am going to call them and see if they will let me poke around up there.

Oh! Pictures? I took them at night on the tour and they are not very good. I need to try getting more in the daytime. Here's what I have......




Yes, they do suck. I am going to work with them in photoshop, maybe lighten a bit. The focus is the top far left window.

Sound Weird and Smart

Recommended reading for humans with a macabre bent. I just pulled these from my bookshelf, I am sure there are many more. Information to stop conversations at parties and scare away the person you've been hitting on at the bar.

Spook, by Mary Roach : Science tackles the afterlife

Stiff, also by Mary Roach : The curious lives of human cadavers

Stories in Stone, by Douglas Keister : A field guide to cemetery symbolism and iconography

Hidden Evidence, by David Owen : Forty true crimes and how forensic science helped solve them

Among The Cannibals, by Paul Raffaele : Adventures on the trail of man's darkest ritual

Ordeal by Hunger, by George Stewart : The story of the Donner Party

Death's Acre, by Dr. Bill Blass and Jon Jefferson : Inside the legendary forensic lab the Body Farm where the dead do tell tales

Postmortem-Establishing The Cause Of Death, by Dr. Steven A. Koehler and Dr. Cyril H. Wecht : self-explanatory title with lots of pictures

Corpse, by Jessica Snyder Sachs : Nature, forensics, and the struggle to pinpoint time of death. A very good book on forensic entomology

The Mummy Congress, by Heather Pringle : Science, obsession, and the everlasting dead

Dead Men Do Tell Tales, by William R. Maples, PH.D., and Michael Browning : The strange and fascinating cases of a forensic anthropologist

Old Souls, by Tom Shroder : Compelling evidence from children who remember past lives

The American Way of Death Revisited, by Jessica Mitford : A funny, cynical, sarcastic, and honest look at the history and current state of mere mortals vs. the funeral industry. An absolute favorite of mine, it has been re-read nearly to death

After The Funeral, by Edwin Murphy : The posthumous adventures of famous corpses

Written in Bones, by Paul Bahn : How human remains unlock the secrets of the dead

Why People believe Weird Things, by Michael Shermer : I feel this book should be recommended reading in schools as well. It does debunk some ghost stories (and we don't want to believe false stories anyway, so no worries) but also goes after the group of people who do not believe the Holocaust happened, the harmful recovered memory moverment, and the modern witch crazes we have seen in our lifetimes. Another book I have read to death.

Serious Motion Blur or Seriously Obvious Ghost?

Bought my first Victorian Post Mortem pic on eBay a few months ago. Granted, it is not my favorite type, which would be people propped up in chairs a la Weekend at Bernies, but those are pricey pricey. However, this boring dead guy with a big fan club came with a bonus. Check out the girl on the left, about halfway down the line. The super blurry one.




It's an old picture, but not victorian. Probably 1930's-40's and looks to be Eastern European. Now, naturally we must allow for motion blur in a picture from this era. However, there are other children in the picture, and this girl is the only one moving? If you have a kid you know how unlikely this is. Also, if the blur is caused from her quickly shoving in front of the people beside her, why aren't they looking at her as a natural reaction to someone suddenly moving behind and beside you? It's a ponderable, and I wish I knew more about the subjects in the photo.

Charleston Dungeon

Charleston, South Carolina. This dungeon tour was very disappointing. They had mannequins set up in the dungeon so it was had a very Disney-like feel instead of a spookily historical one. Bummer. However, while everyone listened to the tour guide, I took pictures around the room. I thought I saw the guy who unlocked the dungeon for our tour group standing in one corner, so I felt bad when I snapped a pic in his direction. However, he was not in the picture. I looked up from my camera and could still faintly see him in the dark. I took another picture. He wasn't there. Ok, it wasn't the door unlocking guy. Whatever or whoever it was, it was camera shy. Here's the dungeon:



The first pic has a lovely orb or dust speck, whichever you prefer.

Graveyards vs. Cemeteries

   All my years of being a tombstone aficionado, and I had to find out the difference on a historical tour.  A graveyard is on the grounds of a church, i.e. consecrated ground, and a cemetery is public ground.  Did you already know that?  Am I the only human left who didn't know?  Ah well, wouldn't be the first time I was caught up short by something I should definitely know.

Crime & Torture Museum in Rothenburg Germany

Ok, this doesn't really have to do with the paranormal, but if you used any of the following on me, I'd probably haunt you. But, for your pleasure (and the pleasure is that you aren't being tortured with these items) I present some selections from a crime & torture museum in Germany.
First, let's enter the ancient walled city of Rothenburg...

Without question, there is an iron maiden. She greets you in the lobby.

First, some chastity belts. Those had to be torture.....

This mask was put on a gossip or blabbermouth citizen as punishment. The two masks below it were for other crimes of the tongue.


I'm going with the don't ask, don't tell policy on these. eeeeeeeeek.

Confused? Consult your torture manual....

hmmmm.....acupuncture?

ah, the gibbet. No matter what a bad day you've had, you can always say at least you weren't tarred and put in a gibbet for crows to pick at you.

I say we grab a paddy wagon and get out of here. Hope you brought a horse.

Pere Lachaise Cemetery Paris, France

Ah, sorry so few pics. It was November. I was freeeeeeeezing. I would have loved to have spent hours here, but I have southern blood.
Have to start with this mourning statue, my favorite.

There were miles and miles of rows like this....heaven for me.


There's a famous name...


Great winged skull detail on this grave


Or maybe this statue is my favorite.....



I think this one may be bigger than my apartment.

Nearly hidden among the large masoleums and statues, Mr. Jim Morrison's diminutive grave may get the most attention of all.

Next up.....a german torture museum

Ghost Guy and creepy creature downtown

I was wandering downtown Charleston, SC on Xmas eve last year. Everything was closed and I was just snapping pictures. First, the original view..

And then I saw him, in the pic at home, looking at me, seeming to walk through the telephone pole/bush. Some people see the face and arms right away, some don't see him at all. Today I just noticed the creepy canine-type creature on the pavement in front of him. No idea what that is.


Next time, pics of the Pere LaChaise cemetery in Paris.

Circular Church Graveyard and more

The circular church in downtown Charleston, SC, is the first place I ever saw "deaths head" tombstones. These are tombstones with stylized skull faces with wings, that over the years became more cherubic than skeletal, then disappeared from cemeteries with changing tastes. As far as I know, the only spirit said to wander this cemetery is Livonia Fisher, who is buried somewhere here in an unmarked grave. Livonia (I am probably misspelling her name) and her husband ran a bed & breakfast on the peninsula in the 1800's. They had a scheme of drugging their guests at dinner, then the husband would smother the guest in bed, and Livonia would help dispose of the body. One day a guest felt suspicious, and only pretended to eat his dinner. He hid behind his bed when Liv's husband crept into the room to smother him. He heard Livonia say "do it!" and the guest fled from the inn, into town, to tell his tale. Corpses were found and after being imprisoned in the Charleston jail dungeon, the couple was hung. The husband insisted Livonia made him do it. Livonia wore her wedding dress to the gallows, showed no remorse, her last words to the crowd were that if they had a message for the devil, to tell her quick, because she was going to meet him. She lept off the gallows herself, and died with a smirk on her face. The unitarian churchyard was the only place that would accept her body. ANYHOO, here are some selected pics.




early deaths head tombstone. that's my own shadow.


later deaths head, with a more angelic face




a sad jumble of broken tombstones


the back of the next tombstone....

siblings died of the same affliction, I imagine

just old stones, ready to crumble


view of the beautiful church


that brick is not a walkway, it is a tomb sunk into the earth


another church view


most people, even locals, think the slave market is where the downtown market stands today where artisans peddle their wares, but I found the real thing. There has got to be paranormal activity here. I felt residual sadness and anger as I stood before this horrid piece of Charleston's history.



cobblestone walkway to the slave market, definite residuals here, none I felt at the time, but I shall return


took this of some neat old buildings and got this interesting rainbow/vortex effect which wasn't in any of my other pictures, even in full sunlight


the dungeon under the jail was closed, as it was 5 and it closed at five, but I put my camera to the glass of the dungeon window and got this. Either it was snowing in there, or there is a lot of activity down there. I really gotta get downtown in time for the tours.....


I don't know what this could be. I don't remember taking it.


Just for fun pic. Tourists getting a history lesson. I bet it didn't involve Livonia Fisher.....

Buried Alive - the Legare Tomb legend

So the sad story goes....in the 1800's a young girl, perhaps a teen or pre-teen, was visiting family on Edisto Island, in South Carolina. While there, the girl took ill with malaria or some other disease fatal in that time period. She died shortly after becoming ill, and since people then believed that diseases could be caught from the dead, a coffin was hastily constructed and she was interred in the Legare family tomb.
Years later, another death occured, and the tomb was re-opened for its new resident. To the shock of everyone present, a skeleton tumbled out in front of them. Seems the girl they had interred years before was only in a coma, and once awakened, fought her way out of her flimsy coffin but was too weakened by disease to budge the masoleum door. Scratch marks covered the door from her panic before she died, trapped. The tomb still stands but there is no door. Rumor has it any attempt to close the tomb, even with saran wrap, will be ripped open overnight.


cemetery with legare tomb in the distance


the infamous masoleum


me, inside the tomb. the memorials behind me did not have a female name


the first "broken column" tombstone I have seen down south, in the distance


weather makes interesting patterns on old tombstones


a small grave marker found under a pile of leaves. it provided no date, only initials


I tripped over this one, so had to take a pic


someday, I shall have a fence like this.....