As mentioned on Sunday, this week’s posts are about haunted places Massachusetts! Today’s post is about two cemeteries I hope I get to visit while Reba and I are in Salem and Boston. I’ll let you know next month if I am successful.
Sometimes when everything seems to be going well, life has a way changing dramatically in a moments notice. In today’s post, I talk about two people who were out celebrating when their lives were tragically cut short. Was it the happiness that they felt just before they died that has kept their spirit tied to where they died or is the suddenness of their death that has left them tethered to the spot?
While researching the previous post, I was introduced to Springdale Cemetery. Springdale Cemetery is a very large, very old cemetery about 20 minutes from where we are staying. Jeremy went with John Paul and I to check out it while we were looking for Dr. George Zeller’s grave for the previous post on this blog and we were not ready for this cemetery at all. Even with directions to the gravesite, it took us over 10 minutes to drive to where he was buried.
So far the week that I have spent in Peoria, I really love it here. There has been a lot to see and do. I have been keeping busy with checking out everything. One of the places I was most excited to check out was the Peoria State Hospital and not just because of the paranormal aspect.
Today was absolutely gorgeous, and I was having a craptastic day where everything I tried to get done ended up being ten times harder than it should have been. I was frustrated and grumpy and just needed a break. I picked up some Panera and drove around to try to find a park to eat at. Unfornutaly, every single park I went to was quite crowded, and even if I wasn't worried about COVID, none were quiet enough to let me relax.
When I started researching this week's topic, one celebrity came through like Al through an Ovilus. Rudolph Valentino seems to be everywhere. His spirit has been seen in so many places I don't think I can fit it all into one post.
Whether you believe she was murdered or she killed her self on purpose, the fact remains that throughout her short life, Marilyn Monroe was desperately searching and needing love. It seems as though she is still trying to be seen in the afterlife as well.
As excited as me and my sister, Magan, were to see Robert, we were stunned to realize we were looking at a piece of history that we had grown up hearing about from our dad and the television shows we watched with him. It was a part of an incredibly sick and twisted love story.
Things are getting exciting around here despite COVID trying to ruin things. I hope that y'all aren't being affected by COVID and that life is starting to return somewhat to normal. Here in central Illinois, somethings are returning to a vague sense of normal and other things are going backwards. Places downtown are going back to outdoor seating only, and more businesses are enforcing the mask rules (which I appreciate).
A couple of weeks ago, everyone was talking about this app called Randonautica. People on Tiktok were sharing their videos about their adventures using the app.
When I first started researching the topic of haunted military bases and battlegrounds, the one place that popped up more times than Okinawa was Fort Leavenworth.
I grew up hearing about both of these spirits. One because she is the most famous hitchhiking spirt in the United States. The other because not only is she locally known to those that live in near High Point, North Carolina but either my uncle or his friend has had the privilege of meeting her.
While I was in middle school, I was lucky enough to become friends with a girl in band class by the name of Heather. We both played flute in Ms. Hoell class. Not only were we friends, but our parents became great friends.