Home is where the most powerful experiences of our lives take place. But when those experiences are tragic, the memories can sometimes stay behind. In this Remastered edition of a classic episode, we’ll revisit a handful of homes who are still haunted by their past. With fresh narration, music by Chad Lawson, and a brand new Epilogue story at the end.
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Home sweet home for most of us. Those words are about his true. As they get a place, we call home can easily become the centre of our universe and his
often the source of our feelings of security and peace. Most people who tell you, Sir,
worries about their childhood home. Do so
the wide eyes and a wistful smile home as they say, is where the heart is.
Our home is the place where we experience life. We fill each room
with our laughter, we chase our passions. We make plans for the future
you might remember, holidays in the living room or a breakfast conversations or exploring the attic on a winter day, these home
Nothing more than buildings that we dwell in somehow become a part of us, but life isn't always roses and laughter. Sometimes the things we experience are difficult or painful, or both. Sometimes people do things that leave a lasting mark like an echo that carries on through the years and upon occasion, these dark moments.
Even experienced within our home, from Macbeth to american horror story from the typewriter
price of surely Jackson and Stephen King, it has been made abundantly clear just how much power a home can have over our lives. Maybe it's the tragedy or the memories. Maybe it's the dark acts committed in the shadows or the secrets buried beneath the founding
since both metaphorical and literal, whatever the reason it doesn't take a popular novelist or even a historian, to point out the simple truth: there's no place like home and
considering what's been known to happen there. That might be a good thing. I'm Erin Monkey- and this is lore.
When Christopher and Elizabeth Crawley built their home in the New South Wales, town of Juny in South Eastern Australia, they
vision to normal happy future for themselves. Christopher Crawley had caught wind of the impending construction of the great southern railway line through Juny, and so he built the railway hotel across from the station and a gamble paid off
in eighteen, eighty four, they finished construction on a home. They called Monte Cristo. It wasn't a mansion by any stretch of the imagination.
Did have nine rooms a stable for his prized racehorse, a dairy barn and a separate ballroom. Although that eventually became the servants quarters, but life wasn't ideal.
For the Crawley family, while carrying one of the little Crawley girls, they're nanny dropped her down the stairs where she died from her injuries.
Claimed that an unseen force had reached out and knocked the child from her arms. Whatever the cause the crawleys had to go through the ordeal of burying the child, something no parent should have to endure in eighteen. Ten, Mr Crowley's starched shirt collar, began to rub the skin on his neck raw, the obsessive
came gangrenous and by December of that year he died as a result of a heart attack brought on they say by the infection
after her husband's death Elizabeth already know,
to be a harsh disciplined woman went into it
native morning that lasted the rest of her life. She can
at one of the upstairs rooms into a chapel and spent much of her time, their according to local lore, she only
left the house on two occasions before her death in nineteen thirty, three
other tragedies found their way into Monte, Cristo as well. A pregnant made took her own life,
jumping from the top story of the house. She bled to death on the front steps Morris, the stable boy burned to death in a fire and in nineteen sixty one. The caretaker
of the house was shot and killed by a local who had been inspired by the recent Hitchcock film Psycho today,
many young children feel anxious near the stairs a dark state
has been seen on the front steps of the house, but it seems to fade in and out of view over time
the shape of a young woman in a white gown has been witnessed, passing in front
of the windows of the front balcony
some believe. It's the spirits of the pregnant made repeating her final moments over and over others
claimed to have seen a young boy, wonder
around near the site of the old coach us.
You visitors to the house, have witnessed the figure of an older man in the upstairs hallway and most have assumed to be Mister Crawley, but it's his wife Elizabeth who is most commonly seen almost as if she hasn't fully let go of her home. Yet she has been reported to appear in the dining room
she has ordered people to leave the room. Others have seen her ghostly figure in the chapel upstairs dressed in black, as if in mourning, for a lost loved one
across the world. In the american state of Kentucky another home became the scene of tragedy in pain. Their names have slipped from history by
in Alan County, one of the families there in the early eighteen sixties owned a number of slaves. According
The local stories most of the enslaved lived in their own quarters on the property, but the husband kept chains in the basement of the family home four times when he wanted to exercise a bit more.
Discipline when the civil war broke out word began to spread
Monday enslaved people of the south, that it would be better to escape and run north, and so plans were,
made in their small dormitory there over many weeks. Finally, the night came and the entire group of slaves left the homestead and headed north all of them. That is, except for the two still chained up in the basin,
of their captors home whether it was the noise of their escape or part of his usual evening rounds. The man soon discovered what had happened. The story
describe how he spent hours that night on horseback with his gun, writing north and looking for those who had escaped, but they were never discovered.
dead, the man returned home, empty, handed and full of rage fuelled by
his anger. He descended into the basement where he shot and killed both captive men later
after he had presumably cooled off. He was said to have buried the bodies right there in the cellar.
Then, months later, the man was called into service with the Confederate Army, where he died in battle
his widow, never open the cellar door again, in fact, even though
was in the middle of the house. She hadn't boarded up there's a
out of symbolism there in that single action. If you're looking for that sort of thing, but maybe
just wanted to make sure no one ever found the bodies. Her husband had buried beneath the dirt floor, cheaper
Dwayne years later, due to illness, the house was sold to distant relatives imminent.
Family began to move in. They open the seller and discovered that it wreaked with a powerful odor. They invented the space and clean that as best they could, but the smell never went to.
It wasn't long before the children began to tell them about. Hearing sounds at night that seemed to come from the seller apparent dismissed it s childhood fantasies, but the stories continued one night. Many months later, the husband and wife were both pulled from sleep
by strange sounds. She stayed in bed while he went down to investigate.
from their room, she claims she heard allowed cry and then a crash she raised out of bed and ran to the seller when she got there. She found her husband
lane dead on the dirt floor at the bottom of the cellar stairs his neck broken and twisted.
There are many stories like these, but they all teach the same bitter lesson.
Sometimes our homes attract tragedy. Sometimes we created are ourselves.
when Daniel Benton built his small red, cakes style home and toll in Connecticut. I doubt he imagined it would still be standing today. It's not
Normous like some of the plantation homes one might find in the south, but for a house built in
one twenty. It was comfortable and in complete contrast to our
modern mobile life in the twenty first century. It stayed in the
in family until nineteen. Thirty, two that's over two hundred and ten years for those of you who are accounting and that's a very long time before
Molly grew and by the seventeen seventy Daniel Benton had three grown grandsons who lived in the house with him. One of them Eliza had taken in
interest in a young woman in town named my MA barrows. She was the daughter of a
cabinet maker and in Asia
Your station, below that of the Belgians and so alive,
his family looked down on their romance. They did everything they could to discourage them, but
I shall, in Jamaica, were stubborn in seven.
in. Seventy five in alarm was raised in Lexington Massachusetts that was heard across the countryside. Thanks to writers like Paul, Revere, colonists
I'm all across New England came to join the fight and among them were the three Benton Grandchildren.
while Daniel Benton was sad to see his grandchildren go off to war, there was some relief.
Knowing that the separation just might be the thing elation needed to take his mind off the young woman. It is thought
historians that Daniel hope that the war might bring in
To their relationship forever, he was only partly right,
A year later in seventeen, seventy six, all three of the Benton brothers were captured by british forces,
and taken too long island where they were imprisoned on ships in the sound. These prison ships were mandatory,
as for their unsanitary conditions and the diseases
ran wild throughout the inmates. It was even thought that the british soldiers working the ship's actually
and about food and betting that was contaminated with smallpox. It wasn't long
before Daniel Bent and receive word that the two oldest of his grandsons had died while on board the prison ship. But no word
of the whereabouts of Malaysia. He sent for new,
and waited impatiently, but before he could learn the truth, all Daniel Benton passed away
It was weeks later when the answer finally came. Eliza was free and being brought home, but he was sick with smallpox. This was bitter new
for the bent and family. On one hand, Eliza was coming home. That was a good thing for everyone, but
Other smallpox was deadly. Nearly half of every one who contracted the disease eventually died.
whose word not the kind of odds they gave, people hope the soul,
There is broad Eliza into the house and he was guided straight to a room neared the kitchen known as the dine and burning room where those giving birth or sick with illness could be kept away from the rest of the house and care.
For it was a colonial american version of quarantine and intensive care, but word spread of lashes return
not every signing grandson returned from war, something even homes today can still deal with, and one of those who got wind of the young Benton arrival was Jim, I'm a barrows. She had waited and stay true to her beloved, and there is nothing she had hoped.
Or more Eliza had come home. I imagined she ran rather quickly to the doorstep of the bent in home. I would
imagine that she knocked being from a lower social status after all, but it must have been hard for her not to kick the door in and race to fall
and her beloved Jemima knew her place, though, and she waited for someone to come and answer the door. She was told that Eliza was sick and that she needed to go back home, but Jim. I might turn out to be a very stubborn young woman, even when they told her that he was dying and sick with a highly contagious and deadly disease.
she wouldn't relent and in the end she won. Jemima was allowed into the house where she sat herself up as his soul, caretaker and nurse. After a time Jim I'm his parents became worried. Their daughter hadn't come home all day, so they made their way to the bent in house to ask if they had seen her
when they discovered that she was in fact in the room, caring for a small pox patient. It said that they both wept,
my mother said that they would go back home and get clothing for their daughter and then quickly left, but sadly they never returned.
Eliza Bent and died on January. Twenty first of seventeen. Seventy seven after week,
of battling the smallpox that ravaged his body, Jemima
by his side the entire time caring for him through it all. But her sacrifice did not come without a price
In the final days of his life, she too began to show signs of the illness within weeks she was dead as well.
The couple was buried on the bent in family property. Alongside
the stone walls that line the road to the house, but due to burial customs
the time they were not allowed to share the same plot. Instead, they
Separated by about forty feet, one great
on either side of the road. It sounds like the end of a tragic story.
and in many ways it is alive
and Jim Imo were never able to marry
Young lives were cut short, but
other ways they live on. In fact, according to some it's that step,
racial outside that has led to the reports of the restless spirits within the home
The bent in house was sold in eighteen, thirty, two and then again in eighteen,
sixty nine to the Poland, historical society. It was converted
into a museum shortly after, but the influx of visitors only serve to draw out more reports of mysterious occurrences. One member
the staff claimed that her dog would not enter the dining room when she picked. The end
Philip and moved to the sitting room. It refused to go anywhere else after that others have felt in overall,
mean sense, a foreboding, an unwelcome one woman. After
cheerfully, asking to visit the second floor, climbed the narrow staircase
need to return moments later telling the staff I never want to go there again
Noises have been heard throughout the house that are difficult to explain, knocking footsteps and what sounds like this
mapping of branches have all been reported by visitors,
I have even heard what sounds like distant voices and sometimes the movement of furniture.
I have heard what they describe as a weeping woman, someone who
this morning. A deep loss, though
familiar with the homesteads past have assumed that that woman is Jemima crying for her lost love.
A few have even seen the figure of a young woman in a white dress in various places around the house searching for something. No one else can see.
At times. The home has been used by overnight guests. One couple actually live. Therefore, a few weeks
while their own home has been renovated and, on one occasion entertained. A guest of their own
They claimed that on the night of their friends visit, the conversation in front of the fireplace was interrupted by the sound of footsteps: thumping down the hallway from the eastern door of the home, the sounds move closer and closer to the living room and then just stopped according to the woman, their guest was packed and gone.
Within fifteen minutes. Another couple who stayed overnight independent homestead, reported a very odd experience that happened during their stay. Their hosts had retired to sleep upstairs, and they themselves
had settled down in the living room, which was serving double duty as a guest room
the wife claimed that she was awoken in the middle of the night. It was nearly completely dark in the room, but she felt as if someone or something were in the room with her and then as if materializing out of the darkness. A pair of legs appeared near the head of the bed, a man she assumed withstanding their close to her her first to some
was that her host had come down to play a joke on her. Maybe that's the kind of guy he was, but the middle of the night is probably the worst time to play the Joker, no matter who you are either way. She decided to call his bluff and wait to see what he would do. Nothing could have prepared her for what happened next, though, I hand came out of the darkness and quickly come
her mouth she flinched but held her ground. If he was going to try and frightened her, she said he was in for a surprise. She pretended not to care, but after a few moments it became hard to breathe and in the end pen,
took over pushing the hand away. She sat up and whispered harshly at the figure. What are you up to almost instantly everything vanished the legs, the hand all of it. Just
gone the following morning. She brought up her experience at breakfast and asked the hosting couple. What the reason for their prank was.
husband and wife looked at each other with confused expressions on their faces. They each made the same claim. No one had come down stairs during the night
The places we live can take on a certain life of their own. We fill them with
Our personality, I celebration and sometimes even our tragedy
and although we can move on whether by packing up and moving out or literally leaving this life behind, we often leave pieces of ourselves behind as well like I've forgotten cardboard box in the back
of the attic some of our echoes stay behind where others can discover them, some call them ghosts. Others tend to think of them as bad vibrations. I dont think any of us would be wrong, no matter what language we use in the end, its clear that something stays behind and it's not always easy to see
But sometimes it is a few years ago and architectural photographer visited the bent in homestead with his sister in order to get some pictures for a project they were collaborating on. They wandered the proper
Eddie outside looking for the best. In view of the house, it's gorgeous really. If you have a thing for antique first period, homes and the deep red paint on the woods, shingles is very classy and elegance. Their project involves using Polaroid cameras, the kind that immediately kicks out a small white framed photographed at slowly fades into clarity when they found the perfect place to shoot the house very near the graves of Eliza and Jemima. Incidentally, the photographer took a picture. Something was wrong with a photo thou, so he took another that one too seemed off
he shouted to his sister, and so they tried a third and then a fourth and then a fifth and sixth. Finally, they switch to a backup camera, one that had just come back from a camera
where had been repaired, but the photographs that came out of the new camera were the same. It wasn't the camera, they realized. It was the house all of the defective photos. Had the exam
Same flaw as clear and easy to spot, as the house itself there in each image,
the second story. Window was glowing as if something bright and hazy or just behind the glass.
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I've. Children had been on the move for weeks and by the time they rolled into Saint Paul Minnesota in nineteen ten, they were ready to settle down. It would be a new start for them. There first real steps forward since Haiti's huh
been had died. Sure there was a bit of insurance money from his death, but it wasn't enough to provide an extravagant lifestyle. What they had to settle for was a second floor apartment, unpleasant avenue. It didn't have enough space for the six of them. Nor did it have a charming atmosphere, but it was a roof over their heads in a warm place during those long cold winter months. Things didn't start off on the right foot, though. During their first day in the apartment had he recalled the entire house shaking.
as if a great storm outside were pushing the building around, but there was no storm in the apartment below them had no renter in it. As of yet it felt like all the kids.
In another room, jumping up and down, but they were all right there where she could see them. Sometimes close to Christmas to us.
He's younger daughters went into the cellar to set up a bed for their dog. Now I need to describe the lay out of this house
you can better understand what happened next, as I
Before they lived on the second floor, while the first floor space was currently empty but below them adjacent to that first for apartment was their own seller space. It was a ground floor seller right below that end below the first floor, apartment was
another seller that everyone called the sub seller. It was, what are you might imagine, a seller to be dark and damp with dirt floor and timbers above your head, but you
climate set of rickety wooden stairs from the sub seller and reach Hattie seller, above so that night
while the girls were in their upper seller, they heard the sound of someone climbing that set of stairs below them, then, with a shudder. The trap door between the two sellers popped open and a figure climbed out. He was large with a dark coat that seem to be me
the fur or hair, and he had hand sown leather shoes on when he turned toward the girls. They noticed his black hair, large moustache and dark eyes frightened they grab the dog and bolted up to their kitchen, where they asked their mother to help clothes and lock the door. They all heard the footsteps climb up toward them and one of the girls swears that she saw the door. Knob turned slightly,
but no one ever pushed against the door to try and open it. It was only after all, the children had gone to bed that had he opened the door to peer into the cellar for answers, but it was as empty as she had expected it to be
till she didn't like seeing her children so afraid. So, as the weeks went on,
kept their conversations focused away from the mystery in the basement,
that winter, after some guest had spent the evening chatting with Hattie two of her older
are stepped into a bedroom to retrieve the guests coats when they did both of them claim to have seen. The figure of a man appear on the bed pulling the curtain back with pale hands. It was their description. No, that was the most frightening aspect of their story: black hair, large moustache and
coat made of hair. Later after having had her own experience with the dark, haired man, she made the decision to move the children out at night. By day they looked like a normal family, but each evening they would split up and go stay with friends. No one had, he said, was going to sleep in that house until the mystery
the salt everything came to a head on one of the coldest days of the winter. The pipes had frozen so had he had gone
The lower seller to dig the water may not been poor hot water on the pipe, while digging the whole. Her shovel struck something hard in the dirt.
So she brought her lantern in closer and knelt down there
in these shallow whole she had dug, was a collection of odd objects, beads from a rosary, a crucifix, a folded piece of
judgment and mixed in among them all bones
he nearly dropped the lantern and then backed out of the seller to call for the police to come help, but not before she did something unusual. She grabbed the parchment noticed that it was written in French and then burned it's in the kitchen above the police,
found nothing helpful, but the objects were removed from the house to be inspected. They did ask around, though, and discovered something else just a few years before.
Patty and her children had arrived. The apartment had been granted to another person,
He was an odd man. The neighbour told Hattie, very quiet and kept to himself had he was almost too nervous to speak, but she had to know what did he look like she asked he was,
Frenchmen, the neighbour replied, he wasn't a big man, but he wore a fur coat that made him look much larger and then, of course, there was his black hair and that big mustache had he didn't wait for more answers. She had heard enough, after that
she moved the children not for good and had them all settled into a new place, a short while later and his
As we know, the Frenchman was never seen again.
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