Haunted Houses and Terror Trails have been Halloween staples for years. During the tween years, my friends and I went to as many as possible over the spooky season, shrieking in exaggerated horror. Safely at home, we’d tease each other for having been truly afraid. But ghosts don’t really exist, do they?
Visitors to Bobby Mackey’s Music World, in Wilder, Kentucky might disagree. In 1896 the abandoned slaughterhouse was rumored to have been the meeting place for a group of Satanists, who murdered a young woman and disposed of her head in the abattoir’s well. The structure first became a nightclub in the 1920s. Whispers of mob hits and the suicide of an exotic dancer added to the number of deaths associated with the location. The stories didn’t stop after Bobby Mackey took over in 1978. People tell of a jukebox that plays the Anniversary Waltz even when unplugged, apparitions, unexplained noises, and moving objects. One employee alleged to have been attacked by evil spirits. A customer sued Bobby Mackey for a ghostly attack in the restroom. Another claimed to have become possessed after spending time at the club.
The Old Talbot Tavern, Bardstown, is one of the oldest continuously operating taverns in the US. A popular stagecoach stopover the inn played host to the famous – the exiled King of France Louis Phillipe, Abraham Lincoln, Stephen Foster, and the infamous – Jesse James. James had relatives in the area and was known to frequent the tavern. He was perhaps the first guest to report seeing a ghost on the premises. Waking from his sleep he saw a figure in his room and fired several shots at it before the phantom vanished into thin air. The bullet holes remain in the wall. Some employees and patrons of the Talbot maintain that Jesse James does as well, roaming the halls and laughing. The outlaw isn’t the only shade to haunt the Talbot. Six of George Talbot’s children died at the inn, one falling down a set of stairs, another by hanging. Guests have recounted seeing the ghost of a small girl in the dining room, as well as a woman in white, and have complained of cold spots, footsteps, and doors slamming in empty corridors. Why not see for yourself? Book a room at the Talbot, if you dare.
I want to hear the stories of supernatural happenings near you.