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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
When Jeremy and I first moved to Champaign, people told us to watch out for Effingham. We assumed it was for the speed traps on the interstate by the rest area or all the construction. Nope, that was just part of what we should have been warned about.
Since tomorrow is Halloween I thought a post about witches would be appropriate. Surprisingly there are quite a few witch legends in Illinois to check out. I decided to check out the two nearest ones to share with you.
Intrigued, I read through the book trying to figure out what the note was in regards to. Imagine my surprise that there was absolutely no mention of the murder in the book, the victim, or anything really. Stumped I tried googling it but all I could find was a picture of the headstone which was the information written on the note. No matter how I did the search, I couldn’t find out anything about the murder.