I love scaring the bejeebies out of my children...so, of course I would love
decorating for Halloween, right?
She thought she knew him and loved him.
Coralee's family didn't trust the groom Walter.
After the very elaborate wedding, Coralee and Walter went to Eureka Springs, Arkansas to celebrate their honeymoon.
The stayed in a fairly new hotel called The Crescent.
One day after they should have returned from their honeymoon, Coralee's body
was found in the honeymoon suite. She was still in her wedding dress and hanging from the ornate chandelier.
The groom, Walter, was nowhere to be found...just his tux from the wedding.
To this day, they've never found Walter.
The family continued to look for Walter for years because they knew he was guilty of murder. Patrons of the now famous Crescent hotel, swear they've seen a bride ghost carrying a black bouquet roaming the halls in search of her groom.
Have you seen Walter?
This was supposed to be a beautiful portrait; full of color and happiness.
Emmel and Jenny came to Oklahoma when it was still Indian Territory.
They weren't afraid of the local hostile Indians. They quickly became friends with the Native Americans and often entertained them at their small humble prairie home.
After the great Land Run, things changed. More and more people moved into the area. Emmel and Jenny sort of enjoyed the new friends from the eastern states. They began to associate with the Indians less and less. Emmel began to look at their little shack and desired to build Jenny a bigger and more beautiful home. He thought that they would look more "polished" and less "country". The new neighbors were building grand two-story homes, why shouldn't he. The problem was, that the only suitable place was in an Indian cemetery. Since Emmel and Jenny hadn't been talking to the natives anymore, he figured they would never know if they did anything to the cemetery.
Emmel and Jenny worked hard at night dismantling the grave markers hoping that no Indians or neighbors would see. They plowed the ground and buried the bodies deeper. Work on the house began. To the casual by-stander, one wouldn't know that the house was being built on a cemetery. Emmel and Jenny went on with the house building acting as if there wasn't a dark secret lurking just under the home. The two-story home was finally finished in the fall. It had the looks and glamour of the homes on the east coast. They wanted to have an elaborate house warming party to show off the new home to the neighbors. They invited the best photographer to come take a picture which would be revealed at the house warming. Emmel and Jenny dressed in their best attire. At the last minute, Emmel decided to grab the shovel that did the ground breaking for the new home. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the breeze was blowing and the leaves were turning a beautiful orange color. The photographer sat up his camera, Emmel and Jenny took their place in front of their adored home and just as the camera flashed.....something happened.
They sky turned a terrible black, the breeze turned into a ferocious wind blowing around dirt and debris, the trees lost all their leaves. Emmel and Jenny ran quickly into the house to escape the wrath that was brewing outside. They photographer quickly got his stuff and drove off to town.
That day turned out to be one of the strangest days in the town's history. It seemed that there was only one place that had any damage from that storm; Emmel and Jenny's beloved home. It was completely demolished in the storm. It seems the storm was so devastating that it was as if someone or something picked up the house and carried it off with Emmel and Jenny inside! When the townspeople rushed the rescue, all they found were remains of dead Indians and torn up gravestones. Emmel and Jenny Goodfarm were never found.
Weeks later, the photographer was developing the picture when he made a very gruesome discovery. The picture was not at all what he photographed that beautiful day.