We owned an Antebellum home in Marion Alabama, built in 1830. The family who had it built lost members over three generations. All died in the house. Still had the groaning board (Door the dead were stretched out for viewing until casket box was built) in the house.

Mary Felix Reynolds was the last to die on the house. I wanted a ghost so badly it hurt, but the house was very quiet.

We had a cat who every night as we sat in the upstairs (Lady's) parlor, would run up the front stairs, into and across the parlor into a bedroom, down the back stairs and across the downstairs bedroom into the entry hall and back up the stairs to start the run again. She would do this two or three times and then rest, only to do it again a little later.

I always said Mary Felix was chasing the cat when she did it. The cat going berserk was the only ongoing evidence of any haunted experience.

One might, we were in bed when we heard a loud crash, I jumped out of bed with my Glock in hand and began to search the house for intruders. Eventually found a rather large painting in the Downstairs (Men's) parlor that for unknown reasons, fell off the wall. The hanger was still in place in the wall and the wire on the painting was still intact. For whatever reason, the painting just jumped off the wall.

Mary Felix was supposedly a nice lady. I have no reason to believe it was her who pulled the painting off the wall.

There was a military hospital at MMI during the civil war. The Doctor who commanded the hospital lived in the house as a border during his time in Marion.

Local belief was that the ladies at Judson College (One of them was Mary Felix Reynolds) Designed and constructed the Battle Flag of the Alabama Troops in the house as Alabama was seceding from the union.

Thirty years back, I was the Scoutmaster for a BSA Troop in Clinton. We always attended the fall camporee which was usually held on the battlefield of where the civil way Battle of Champion Hills was fought - on Private land between Bolton and Edwards, MS. One time, I was sleeping in my tent and I woke to the sounds of people outside my tent. I was immediately wide awake as one of them said, "You've got to come quick, Sir, Ben is hurt really Bad." I spoke up and they said it again. Louder the second time. Within a few seconds, I was grabbing my flashlight and unzipping the tent. There was no one outside the tent and no noises from troublemaking Scouts running through the woods beside a cow patch we had chosen for our Troop to set up our camp.

As quickly as I could get out, I began to search for the troublemakers. IT was late and there were absolutely no sounds of anyone moving around me in the woods. I looked for maybe 15 minutes and never found anyone. There were no scouts named Ben in my Troop.

I guess it could have been scouts, but 100 out of 100 times, I would have heard laughing scouts running away, assuming I didn't actually catch them within a few minutes.

I have other stories, but this is too long already.

This post was edited on 3/31/24 at 6:50 pm