I lived in a house that was a Kentucky monument or something of that sort. Anyways, we got flooded out and had to scramble quick for a house, ended up in this house is this backward ass town by Fort Campbell. It was a monstrous, truly breathtaking house built in the late 1800's that was what is known as a sharecropper's house. Never slaves in the house but there was a fairly big property and up the road there was what was formerly a tobacco field that the sharecropper's worked at. In the yard of the house were a bunch of old shacks that entire families would live in. Every once in a while we would find something in the yard that must have belonged to the families a hundred years prior. I always found that creepy but never saw any ghosts.
Inside the house was amazing, giant living room, huge spiral staircase, in the master bed room was a giant canopy bed that was supposedly Andrew Johnson's bed when he stayed in Kentucky and had been moved into the house when built and apparently built around. That led a lot of people in the town to think that the bed had been built around, and that Andrew Johnson's wife took particular fondness to it and demanded the house built around it. This of course was all false, Johnson died 20 years before the house was ever built. The bed was incredible though, had a giant canopy and was all solid wood. My parents were able to fit their bed in the frame and it turned out great.
But the people of the town, who were born on top of a nuclear wastefield I believe because that town, Lafayette, Kentucky is as backwards as you can get. They believed that the bed was visited at night by Johnson's wife and would always pester my family about the bed. It was quite weird. No ghosts though. The closest I can come was when I was in second grade watching America's Most Wanted on the bed and seeing this old lady murderer. She was quite old and scary looking and the house was so giant and spread out that it was like a Shakesperian stage, I could have been stabbed in the lower right corner and those in the room at the top left would not have heard. Well I pictured her just popping up in the window with the dark behind her like Freddy would. That was it.
Also from those days, every year in Elementary school we took a trip to the Jefferson Davis monument. Jefferson Davis was born in Christian County in Kentucky, which included Lafayette and the much more civilized town Hopkinsville which was where I went to school, but was more famous for leading the Confederacy as President during the Civil War.
Elementary school in the South is a lot about learning your town's history, lots of history in the South and most of the field trips we took were to places like downtown and to the monuments to find out how our town was a big deal at one time. So anyways, the monument while tasteless by my now refined California liberal standards, was pretty nice looking. It was located in the back half of a very grassy park over a lot of rolling hills, picnic benches, statues ect. It was very nice. You had to walk across this whole beautiful park before you get to the monument for the guy who fought to uphold slavery and while it's probably among the taller buildings in Kentucky, it managed to sneak up on you from behind a hill.
It's a very tall monument by Southern standards where the tallest things in every town is the water tower. It's a tall, gray, concrete needle shaped building much the same as the Washington Monument in DC. Now at this point, it was great as I had no idea who Jefferson Davis even was in 2nd grade, only knew he was born in my county. They didn't tell us that he was the guy who if his team had prevailed, half the kids in my class would be in shackles on our plantation. Not exactly someone worthy of having a monument but whatever, that's the South and a very proud region.
So in second grade, for whatever reason, we got to go inside and to the top. Why they ever allowed us to go inside is beyond me. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. First of all, the whole place is incredibly small, only a small elevator lift in the middle and a set of stairs that hugged the walls of the building. So there was basically the elevator in the middle and about 2 feet of clearance to either side before you hit the stairs, after the stairs the wall. It was as narrow as it looked. If you looked up, you could see a couple stories of floor above us outside the shaft but not many. I think it got more floors in the renovation they did.
The insides were concrete like the outside, which isn't as nice of a touch inside then it is out. I hope the Washington monument has some dry wall at least. Our elevator is like I said, a lift and the sides were only a fence material so we could see the concrete walls all the way to to the top. The top by the way was a cramped room with about a 2ftx2ft window with bars that you could see a fair distance out of. But the concrete walls we saw on the walls on the way up were FILLED with the worst things you could imagine. Very racist stuff on the walls, lots of N words and lots of nooses and things of that sort. I can't believe they let us in there to see all that. And I can't understand how a monument even contains that? Even my teacher told the elevator operator that she didn't think it was right they let us to the top and this was after most the class had gone up only a few people at a time.
No ghosts but definitely a bad energy unlike any I've ever felt in that monument.
Bookmarks