December 19, 2025 • 32 mins
On December 16, 1897, a celebrated actor gave a struggling performer a sovereign out of kindness — and the next evening, that same coin paid for the knife that would kill him outside the stage door he still haunts to this day.
Episode 7 of 12 in the “Twelve Nightmares of Christmas” series!
In this episode: “The Ghost of William Terris”, “Christmas Hauntings”, “Calvert Mansion”, “The Dana House”, “I Am Your Brother”
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Episode 7 of 12 in the “Twelve Nightmares of Christmas” series!
In this episode: “The Ghost of William Terris”, “Christmas Hauntings”, “Calvert Mansion”, “The Dana House”, “I Am Your Brother”
SOURCES AND ESSENTIAL WEB LINKS…
All stories in this episode are from the book, “The Spirits of Christmas: The Dark Side of the Holidays” by Sylvia Shults: https://amzn.to/3uT2vMA
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Speaker 1 (00:38):
Welcome Weirdos. I'm Darren Marler and this is Weird Darkness.
Here you'll find stories of the paranormal, supernatural, mysterious, macabre,
unsolved and unexplained. If you're new here, be sure to
subscribe to the podcast on Apple or Android so you
don't miss future episodes. This is a special twelve Nightmares
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of Christmas episode. Each day from December thirteenth through the
twenty fourth, I'm posting a new episode of Weird Darkness
featuring material from the new book The Spirits of Christmas,
The Dark Side of the Holidays by Sylvia Schultz. Be
sure to come back every day from December thirteenth through
the twenty fourth for more holiday horrors. Now, bult your doors,
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lock your windows, turn off your lights, pour yourself an eggnog,
and come with me into the Weird Darkness. William Terras
was the Kenneth Brauna of his day, a superstar of
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the popular melodramas. Handsome, talented, he was royalty of the
theater set and played most often at the Adelphi Theater
in the Strand, and that was where he met a
violent end on the evening of December sixteenth, eighteen ninety seven,
Tears made a habit of dining at the green Room
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club just off the Strand. It was a short walk
from the club to Maiden Lane, a narrow street behind
the theater where he could get into the back door
of the Adelphi. All the leading players of the theater
had a key. On December sixteenth, Terrace walked as usual
from the club to the theater the company that evening
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by John Graves, an elderly friend of his, chatting companionably,
the two men turned into Maiden Lane. The street was
dimly lit. Neither of the men noticed the figure standing
across the street in the flickering shadows cast by the
gas lit street lights. The man stood silently, a dark
eyed figure in a black cloak, his hat pulled down
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low over his eyes. As the two friends approached the
back door, told Terras good night and walked on. Terris
n buttoned his frock coat and reached into his pocket
with the key. As he slid the key into the lock,
the dark figure rushed across the narrow lane and plunged
a knife into Terras's back that i've glanced off the
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actor's shoulder blade, leaving a bad wound. Terras staggered around
to face his attacker, who struck twice more. The second
knife blow landed high up near Terras's spine. The third
pierced the actor directly over the heart. The attack on
William Terras never should have happened. It was the result
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of a tragic mistake. Terras's attacker was a bit player
at the Adelphi by the name of Richard Arthur Prince,
aged thirty two. He had come to seek his fortune
on the London stage. Unfortunately, Prince was a wretchedly bad actor,
and he was lucky to get bit parts. His fellows
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at the Adelphi called him mad Arthur behind his back,
but to his face they cruelly encouraged his vanity and
his dreams of fame and fortune. The trouble really started
during the play that had previously run at the theater.
The other bit players teased Prince unmercifully, assuring him that
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he was destined to become one of the greatest actors
of all time. They told him the other actor was
relegated to bit parts. They even had Prince pathetically act
out Terras's role as the hero of the show. They
commiserated loudly with Prince saying that Terras's role really should
have gone to him, and all the while they were
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laughing at him behind their hands. Prince, already unstable, was
consumed by a rabid jealousy towards Terras. Terras, meanwhile, was
completely unaware of the drama going on backstage. He didn't
even know Prince by sight. When that play finished its run,
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all of the bit players, including Prince, were, of course,
out of work. Prince auditioned for roles elsewhere, but never
even made callbacks. He applied to the Actor's Benevolent Fund
for unemployment relief, and he also approached other actors for handouts,
including William Terris. Terras, when asked, unhesitatingly gave Prince a
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sovereign This was on the evening of December fifteenth. The
next day, the Actor's Benevolent Fund met and turned down
Prince's request for assistance. When he heard the news, Prince
asked who the chairman of the committee was. Someone told
him Terry, meaning Edward Terry, a comedian, but Prince had
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heard Terras. The unbalanced Prince went to a shop and
bought a sharp butcher's knife for one shilling ninepence. Using
the sovereign that Terras had given him. Then, at dusk,
he went to Maiden Lane to lie in wait for
William Terris. After the attack, Richard Prince simply stood there
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while people rushed to the scene. He was seized and
arrested immediately. Meanwhile, Terras was carried into the theater through
the door he'd been about to open. He died twenty
minutes later, his head cradled by his leading lady, Jesse Milward.
Terras was only forty one years old. The impact of
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Terras's death was even felt miles away. At his home.
That evening, Tom, the actor's seventeen year old son, was
playing chess with his younger brother. Missus Terras sat in
an arm chair near by. The family terrier dozed contentedly
in her lap. A few minutes past eight, the exact
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time of the stabbing, the little dog suddenly leaped from
Missus Terrace's lap and ran circles around the room, barked frantically.
Then he darted under the table and stayed there, cowering
and snapping at something only he could see. The family
finally managed to calm the shivering, wild eyed dog. Half
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an hour later, a cast member from the play. Secret Service,
who'd been an eyewitness to the tragedy, knocked on their
door with the shattering news. Terras's son in law, a
fellow actor named Seymour Hicks, was taken to the Bow
Street police station to identify Prince. Prince was raving and
foaming at the mouth. He was later found guilty but insane,
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and died in broad More Criminal Lunatic Asylum in nineteen
thirty seven. Hicks left the police station and went to
the Adelphi, where Terras's body lay on a couch. The
actor played the hero even in death. His face was
calm and his lips curved in a slight smile. Hicks
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knealt by the couch to pay his respects to his
father in law. Years later, Hicks wrote of the experience
he had in the empty room. In the serenity and
quiet of the room, he said, I to this day
feel sure I heard a voice say to me, are
there men living such fools as to think there is
no Hereafter that night, I knew, beyond all shadow of
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a doubt, that William Terris and myself would meet again.
True to his word, Terras began haunting his beloved Adelphi
Almost immediately after his tragic death, many actors reported hearing
strange tapping noises coming from Terras's old dressing room, but
things didn't really heat up until nineteen twenty eight, over
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thirty years after Terras was murdered. Every evening when he
entered the theater by the Maiden Lane door, Terras had
been in the habit of giving Jesse Millward's dressing room
door a tap with his walking stick as he went
down the corridor to his own room. It was his
affectionate signal to his leading lady that he had arrived.
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In nineteen twenty eight, a musical comedy actress named June
was using Jesse Millward's old dressing room. It was June's
practice not to leave the theater after a matinee. Instead,
she would have a light meal brought in from a restaurant,
then have a nap on the chaise lounge until about
seven fifteen PM. But the couch didn't provide much rest.
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As soon as June relaxed enough to drop off to sleep,
the couch would start to vibrate, then lurch, as if
someone were underneath it kicking the bottom. Then a pale
greenish light would form in front of her dressing table mirror,
then disappear. June mentioned these things to Ethel Roland, her dresser.
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Ethel replied that often when June was on stage, a
knock would sound on her dressing room door, a knock
that sounded like someone rapping the door with a walking stick.
When Ethel wt to answer the door, there was never
anyone there. June eventually told a theaterre veteran at the
Adelphi about these strange events. They suggested it might be
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William Terris returning to the theater he loved so much.
The actors held a seance at the theater to try
and contact their colleague. Nothing happened during the seance, but
afterwards June was no longer troubled by noises and lights
in her room. The Adelphi's historian W. J. McQueen Pope
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wrote in nineteen fifty nine that an apparition of Terras
had been seen only once outside the theatre. A few
years before. On a summer's evening, a man who didn't
know the story of the murder was walking on Maiden Lane,
near the theatre's back door, exactly where the stabbing had
taken place. He saw a handsome man in old fashioned
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clothes coming towards him him without a word, but his
appearance was so striking that the witness turned for another look,
but the man had completely vanished. The witness was sure
he had just hallucinated the whole thing, until the historian
told him about the murder of William Terris some sixty
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years in the past. Billy and Linda Miklos and their children, Billy,
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Junior and Nicole, live in a gorgeous eighteenth century farmhouse
in Allentown, Pennsylvania. They moved into the house in nineteen
seventy seven and discovered almost immediately that they were sharing
their new home with more than one ghost. For several
nights after they moved in, Linda and Billie were kept
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awake by the thundering hoofbeats of a horse that galloped
in circles around the house. The galloping was so energetic
that the couple could hear the horses hoofs kicking up gravel,
but there was no gravel and there was no horse.
The house is set in deep woods with only soft
forest duff around it. Soon after that, Linda began to
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hear children's voices calling Mommy, Mommy. Billie Junior spoke of
seeing a small girl walking close to Linda. Unnerved but
also intrigued, Linda did some research on the house. She
traced its history all the way back to the first settler,
George Shubert, the soldier in the Revolutionary War. Schubert had
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built a cabin on the property. The cabin later burned
to the ground. Then Shubert built the farmhouse that now
stands on the property. Shortly after the house was built,
five of the Schubert children died of smallpox within a week.
With such tragedy in its past, it's no wonder the
house is a magnet for spirit energy. Linda started a
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diary to keep track of all the paranormal events in
the house. She discovered that much of the activity happens
in April and around Christmas. On Christmas Eve nineteen eighty one,
eight year old Billy Junior and his sister Nicole were
sleeping in Billy's room with the door open. Nichole was
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restless and kept waking up. Suddenly, she shook Billy awake
and pointed to the door. A glowing figure stood beside
the door to their parents' room. As they watched it vanished.
During another Christmas season, the Micloses invited a friend of theirs, Larry,
to stay with them for the holiday. Larry was a
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Vietnam vet who had just gone through the breakup of
his marriage. The Micloses had cut their tree and carried
it home a couple of days before Christmas, and Linda
felt that Larry would will welcome an invitation to help
decorate the tree. The weather was unseasonably warm, but Linda
felt that a fire in the fireplace would add to
the festive air. Larry decorated the tree while Billy carried
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in some wood and got the fire going. Linda brought
in snacks for the men as they worked. When the
men were finished, they all sat down to relax to
enjoy the crackling fire and the colorful tree. Someone, though,
didn't seem to appreciate Larry's decorating efforts. The tree started
shaking violently, but all the ornaments fell off and rolled
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across the floor. Billy stood up about to give the
cat holy hell for jumping on the tree, but the
cat was nowhere in the room. Then the room turned
icy cold. Knowing that a severe drop in temperature can
sometimes announce a ghostly manifestation, Billy decided to try an experiment.
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Linda had arranged colored balls in a sleigh as a
decoration for the mantel. PI really spoke to the empty air,
listen if anybody is really here, knocked the balls out
of the sleigh. Ten minutes later, a ball rose from
the sleigh and dropped with a click onto the mantle.
There was a small building on the property that had
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been the groom's quarters when the land was a horse farm.
Larry had lived in the building for a while, but
had moved out. He later committed suicide. Billy had lit
a kerosene heater in the building to keep the pipes
from freezing. On December twenty third, nineteen eighty three, Billy
was deathly sick, far too sick to get out of bed.
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By Christmas Day, he was feeling better. The first thing
he did was to go to the outbuilding to check
on the kerosene heater, which would run only twenty four
hours on one tank that should have been bone dry
and out, he said. But when he got to the
building to check the heater, it was full of muel
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and burning. Billy couldn't explain how the heater got filled,
but he suspects maybe Larry returned to do his friend
a favor. During another Christmas season, the Meglosses had a
relative from Ohio come for a visit. Sometime between one
point thirty and two am, Angie came suddenly awake. A loud,
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scratching noise had pulled her from sleep. It started at
the top of the stairway and grew fainter near the bottom,
as if a large dog was walking down the stairs.
About twenty minutes later, Angie heard a crash from the kitchen,
as if a metal tray had fallen off the counter.
A few minutes after that, Angie said she sensed a
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friendly presence sitting on a chair in the loft where
she was trying to sleep, and according to Linda's haunting diary,
on Wednesday night, December eighteenth, nineteen eighty five, she was
in the bedroom reading at eleven us flock at night,
while Billy was taking a shower in the basement. As
Linda read, she heard piano music filling the house. Billy
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barged into the bedroom, his face half covered with shaving lotion.
Tell me you were just playing the piano, Linda, He begged,
she shook her head. That was the one and only
time the piano played a phantom tune. It never happened again.
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Lord Calvert's mansion stands in Riverdale, Maryland. It's a late
Georgian plantation house that was built between eighteen oh one
and eighteen o seven. It was rumored to be haunted
by Lord Calvert's son in law, who hanged himself from
a tree in the front yard. The mansion is now
a museum, but in nineteen seventy two it was occupied
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by seventy five year old mister Smith. He was uncomfortable
rattling around the haunted mansion by himself, so he asked Rick,
a deputy sheriff in Prince George's county, to move in
with him for protection. One December night, while mister Smith
was out visiting friends for Christmas, Rick was outside in
the barn tending to the horses. His chores done, he
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started for the house and noticed that the light in
the attic was on. For a moment, he just stood
and stared at the lit window. He knew the attic
wasn't wired for electricity, but he could plainly see the
rafters through the window. The light source was strong, not flickering.
It had to be coming from inside the attic. Rick's
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police training kicked in and he rushed into the house
in search of an intruder. He secured all three of
the lower floors, making sure all of the houses outside
doors were locked. Then he headed to the attic. Slowly,
Rick pushed the attic door open. Only darkness met his eyes.
Rick knew he had seen light in the attic less
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than five minutes before. There was a lamp in the
attic for emergencies, but the bulb was completely cold. The
deputy shivered. None of his police training had prepared him
for seeing a bright light in an attic window an
attic without electricity. One of Frank Lloyd Wright's most famous
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and intriguing homes is the Dana House in Springfield, Illinois.
Construction started in nineteen oh two, and the huge house
was finished in nineteen oh four. It's a magnificent example
of Wright's Prairie style, the first of Wright's designs to
feature two story rooms like the hall, the gallery, and
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the dining room. Frank Lloyd Wright fans and architecture enthusiasts
drool over this house, which features a library, with glass
fronted built in bookcases, a billiard's room, and a bowling
alley and Periodoral investigators salivate because although management and state
officials deny it, the Dana House is haunted, very haunted.
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The Dana House was built at the request of Sue C. Lawrence,
later known as Susie. You see it, don't you? Sue C.
Susie born in October eighteen sixty two. Sue married Edwin
Ward Dana on December fourth, eighteen eighty three. The marriage
was short and fraught with financial troubles. Edwin Dana was
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a businessman, but not a very good one. Starting out
as a real estate investor, Dana set himself up as
president of the Western Business Agency. When that failed, his
father in law sent him to Oregon to manage some minds.
In Oregon, Edwin suffered a fatal accident in one of
the minds. Susie came back to Springfield her spirits in tatters,
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her husband was dead, and she had also buried two
infant children that she'd been unable to carry to term.
On February seventeenth, nineteen oh one, a few years after
Susie's return from Oregon, her father passed away. R. D.
Lawrence's death was another blow to the young widow, but
it left her with a financial windfall. She decided to
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build a grand new home for the surviving members of
her family, herself, her mother, her grandmother who would pass
away a year and a half later in August nineteen
o two, and her cousin Flora Lawrence. Wanting the sophistication
a Chicago architect could bring to sleepy Springfield, she tapped
Frank Lloyd Wright for the job. Susie Lawrence Dana lived
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a life marked by tragic losses despite her elegant surroundings.
She married a concert singer from Denmark in March nineteen twelve.
Jorgan Constantin Dhl was half Susie's age, so it was
quite the scandal. He died just a year later. In
nineteen fifteen, she married a native of Springfield, Charles German.
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They eventually separated and she divorced him in nineteen thirty.
Susie had no head for money. In nineteen fifteen, she
received about ten thousand dollars at income from her father's
rental properties. Unfortunately, she had borrowed one hundred thirty two
thousand to fund her lavish lifestyle, Susie turned to the
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spirit world for advice and consolation. She held seances in
her home on a regular basis, inviting the cream of
Springfield society. Maybe some of that spiritualist energy is imbued
in the walls of the gracious home. Susan Lawrence passed
away on February twentieth, nineteen forty six, but her spirit
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still seems to linger in her beloved home. In life,
Susie loved to throw parties. She started things off with
a bang. During the holiday season of nineteen oh four,
the year the house was finished, she hosted lavish holiday parties.
She followed those up with housewarmings for the Women's Club,
parties for local children, including those in orphanages, dinners for
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residents of nursing homes, and a special gala for the
families of the workers who had built the house. And apparently,
Susie still loves the hollow. I spoke with Mike Anderson,
a folk musician also jovially known as the Dulcimer Guy.
Along with other musicians, Mike performs for the open houses
held at the Dana House every December. Mike has been
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performing at the home for nearly forty years, and he
readily admits to several chilling experiences. He claims the house
definitely has its own personality. Mike brings the unique perspective
of a musician to his experiences. One of the favorite
places to put a musician is above the front door.
There's a balcony there. He said. There was one year
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myself and a vocalist and a guitar player were doing
Christmas music on that balcony. The sun was pouring through
a window, and that son was hot. The musician's shifts
were eight hours long, with the musicians playing in two
to three hour stints. The other two performers took a break,
leaving Mike on the balcony to play solo. Suddenly the
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balcony got deathly cold, to the point where I could
barely move my fingers to play, and it stayed that
way for about ten minutes. During another Christmas open house,
one of the performers was a young violin player, a
boy about twelve or fourteen years old. As a seasoned performer,
Mike led the boy to the balcony, where his violin
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music would dazzle guests coming in the front door. While
Mike set himself up in the gallery. As Mike went
towards the gallery, he heard the boy's panicked voice calling
him back. Mike returned to the front door and looked
up at the boy. The violin player peered down at him,
his face a picture of woe. I can't play here,
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the boy said, why not? I don't know. The boy,
a budding professional, was clearly chagrined at his own behavior,
But when he mentioned that his fingers were freezing cold,
Mike realized immediately what the issue was. He switched places
and sent the young violinist to the gallery instead. Mike
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shared another strange experience he had in the Dana House,
and again it happened regularly during the Christmas open houses.
The house is set up so that you can pretty
much tell where people are from the sound of their voices.
Mike told me he was set up to play on
the balcony and he kept an ear cot for approaching
tour groups. When a group came within earshot of the balcony,
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Mike would start playing a Christmas carol on the dulcimer.
One day, as the tour group came up, Mike dropped
into what child is this? He noticed a woman walking
several steps behind the tour group. She was wearing a
long winter coat in deference to the season. The group
moved on into Susie's bedroom, but the woman in a
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long coat stopped on the steps leading down to the bedroom,
just off the balcony. From the corner of his eye,
Mike saw the group go into the room while the
woman hung back. Mike turned to say to her, he
needed to cat with your group, but the woman was gone.
This happened several times, and each time Mike had just
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launched into what child is this on the balcony. It
got to where I could almost make her appear just
by playing that particular carol, Mike told me later. A
heart player joined the ensemble of performers. She'd been at
the house before, so Mike asked, is there any place
you don't want to be stationed? The heart player shrugged,
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not really, but the balcony can get pretty weird. Mike
nodded fervently. I know exactly what you mean, and he
told the harpist his story. The harpist's face peeled, You
mean you've seen her too. Ruthus Porter was a well
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regarded journalists who lived in the Pike's Peak region near Cascade, Colorado.
Porter was known as the hard rock poet, and he
wrote many short poems about the human condition. Not fancy poetry,
but words that ordinary people could enjoy. In December nineteen sixty,
Porter was riding the rails from Spokane to Seattle for
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one of a ticket. He was huddled in an open boxcar.
When the train started to cross the Cascade Mountains, the temperature,
already brutally cold, fell to below zero. Porter knew he
couldn't survive much longer. Near Leavenworth, Washington, he caught a
glimpse of a work camp. He jumped the train and
headed painfully towards the camp to seek shelter. He made
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his way to the watchman's cabin, where a light burned
a cheerful welcome in the window. With the last of
his fading strength, Porter pounded on the door. An older,
bearded man with kind eyes opened the door. He ushered
Porter in to the cabin out of the bitter cold.
He sat him down next to the fire, knelt before him,
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and slipped his cold boots off. He fed Porter and
treated his frostbite, But when Porter tried to thank him
or engage him in conversation. The man would only reply
with one simple phrase, I am your brother. After a
night spent in a warm, comfortable bed, Porter left the
work camp and made his way to Leavenworth. When he
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got to town, he told his story of being rescued
by the watchman and of being invited into the warmth
and safety of the cozy cabin. Porter's tail was met
with sideways looks and outright denial. The work camp outside
of town had been deserted for years, people told him,
and the watchman who had supposedly cared for him was
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long dead. Porter refused to believe this. The man's glances
of kindness, his generous care, the humble way in which
he would say, I am your brother, it all stayed
planted firmly in Porter's mind. He decided to go to
the work camp in daylight to see things for himself.
He found the camp abandoned, just as the men in
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town had told him. There was no sign of life
anywhere in the camp, and the ashes of the fire
on the hearth and the watchman's cabin were cold and dead.
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is part of my twelve Nightmares of Christmas series, a
collaboration with paranormal blogger and author Sylvia Schultz. The stories
I used in this episode are all from her book
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The Spirits of Christmas, The Dark Side of the Holidays,
and you can find a link to the book in
the show notes. Do you have a dark tale to tell?
Share your story at Weird Darkness dot com and I
might use it in a future episode. Music in this
episode is provided by Midnight Syndicate, and you can find
a link to purchase and download this dark, creepy Christmas
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music in the show notes. I'm your creator and host,
Darren Marler. Merry Christmas and thanks for joining me in
the Weird Darkness. Okay, Google, tell me a scary story.
Speaker 2 (31:42):
Have you heard the urban legend about the power chord
that was too short? About ten years ago, there was
this guy, I think his name was Henry anyway, he
bought an alarm clock to put on his nightstand, but
when he tried to plug it in, it was just
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too short. I hope that one doesn't give you nightmares,
Welcome Weirdos. I'm Darren Marler and this is Weird Darkness.
Here you'll find stories of the paranormal, supernatural, mysterious, macabre,
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don't miss future episodes. This is a special twelve Nightmares
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of Christmas episode. Each day from December thirteenth through the
twenty fourth, I'm posting a new episode of Weird Darkness
featuring material from the new book The Spirits of Christmas,
The Dark Side of the Holidays by Sylvia Schultz. Be
sure to come back every day from December thirteenth through
the twenty fourth for more holiday horrors. Now, bult your doors,
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lock your windows, turn off your lights, pour yourself an eggnog,
and come with me into the Weird Darkness. William Terras
was the Kenneth Brauna of his day, a superstar of
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the popular melodramas. Handsome, talented, he was royalty of the
theater set and played most often at the Adelphi Theater
in the Strand, and that was where he met a
violent end on the evening of December sixteenth, eighteen ninety seven,
Tears made a habit of dining at the green Room
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club just off the Strand. It was a short walk
from the club to Maiden Lane, a narrow street behind
the theater where he could get into the back door
of the Adelphi. All the leading players of the theater
had a key. On December sixteenth, Terrace walked as usual
from the club to the theater the company that evening
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by John Graves, an elderly friend of his, chatting companionably,
the two men turned into Maiden Lane. The street was
dimly lit. Neither of the men noticed the figure standing
across the street in the flickering shadows cast by the
gas lit street lights. The man stood silently, a dark
eyed figure in a black cloak, his hat pulled down
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low over his eyes. As the two friends approached the
back door, told Terras good night and walked on. Terris
n buttoned his frock coat and reached into his pocket
with the key. As he slid the key into the lock,
the dark figure rushed across the narrow lane and plunged
a knife into Terras's back that i've glanced off the
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actor's shoulder blade, leaving a bad wound. Terras staggered around
to face his attacker, who struck twice more. The second
knife blow landed high up near Terras's spine. The third
pierced the actor directly over the heart. The attack on
William Terras never should have happened. It was the result
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of a tragic mistake. Terras's attacker was a bit player
at the Adelphi by the name of Richard Arthur Prince,
aged thirty two. He had come to seek his fortune
on the London stage. Unfortunately, Prince was a wretchedly bad actor,
and he was lucky to get bit parts. His fellows
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at the Adelphi called him mad Arthur behind his back,
but to his face they cruelly encouraged his vanity and
his dreams of fame and fortune. The trouble really started
during the play that had previously run at the theater.
The other bit players teased Prince unmercifully, assuring him that
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he was destined to become one of the greatest actors
of all time. They told him the other actor was
relegated to bit parts. They even had Prince pathetically act
out Terras's role as the hero of the show. They
commiserated loudly with Prince saying that Terras's role really should
have gone to him, and all the while they were
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laughing at him behind their hands. Prince, already unstable, was
consumed by a rabid jealousy towards Terras. Terras, meanwhile, was
completely unaware of the drama going on backstage. He didn't
even know Prince by sight. When that play finished its run,
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all of the bit players, including Prince, were, of course,
out of work. Prince auditioned for roles elsewhere, but never
even made callbacks. He applied to the Actor's Benevolent Fund
for unemployment relief, and he also approached other actors for handouts,
including William Terris. Terras, when asked, unhesitatingly gave Prince a
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sovereign This was on the evening of December fifteenth. The
next day, the Actor's Benevolent Fund met and turned down
Prince's request for assistance. When he heard the news, Prince
asked who the chairman of the committee was. Someone told
him Terry, meaning Edward Terry, a comedian, but Prince had
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heard Terras. The unbalanced Prince went to a shop and
bought a sharp butcher's knife for one shilling ninepence. Using
the sovereign that Terras had given him. Then, at dusk,
he went to Maiden Lane to lie in wait for
William Terris. After the attack, Richard Prince simply stood there
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while people rushed to the scene. He was seized and
arrested immediately. Meanwhile, Terras was carried into the theater through
the door he'd been about to open. He died twenty
minutes later, his head cradled by his leading lady, Jesse Milward.
Terras was only forty one years old. The impact of
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Terras's death was even felt miles away. At his home.
That evening, Tom, the actor's seventeen year old son, was
playing chess with his younger brother. Missus Terras sat in
an arm chair near by. The family terrier dozed contentedly
in her lap. A few minutes past eight, the exact
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time of the stabbing, the little dog suddenly leaped from
Missus Terrace's lap and ran circles around the room, barked frantically.
Then he darted under the table and stayed there, cowering
and snapping at something only he could see. The family
finally managed to calm the shivering, wild eyed dog. Half
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an hour later, a cast member from the play. Secret Service,
who'd been an eyewitness to the tragedy, knocked on their
door with the shattering news. Terras's son in law, a
fellow actor named Seymour Hicks, was taken to the Bow
Street police station to identify Prince. Prince was raving and
foaming at the mouth. He was later found guilty but insane,
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and died in broad More Criminal Lunatic Asylum in nineteen
thirty seven. Hicks left the police station and went to
the Adelphi, where Terras's body lay on a couch. The
actor played the hero even in death. His face was
calm and his lips curved in a slight smile. Hicks
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knealt by the couch to pay his respects to his
father in law. Years later, Hicks wrote of the experience
he had in the empty room. In the serenity and
quiet of the room, he said, I to this day
feel sure I heard a voice say to me, are
there men living such fools as to think there is
no Hereafter that night, I knew, beyond all shadow of
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a doubt, that William Terris and myself would meet again.
True to his word, Terras began haunting his beloved Adelphi
Almost immediately after his tragic death, many actors reported hearing
strange tapping noises coming from Terras's old dressing room, but
things didn't really heat up until nineteen twenty eight, over
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thirty years after Terras was murdered. Every evening when he
entered the theater by the Maiden Lane door, Terras had
been in the habit of giving Jesse Millward's dressing room
door a tap with his walking stick as he went
down the corridor to his own room. It was his
affectionate signal to his leading lady that he had arrived.
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In nineteen twenty eight, a musical comedy actress named June
was using Jesse Millward's old dressing room. It was June's
practice not to leave the theater after a matinee. Instead,
she would have a light meal brought in from a restaurant,
then have a nap on the chaise lounge until about
seven fifteen PM. But the couch didn't provide much rest.
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As soon as June relaxed enough to drop off to sleep,
the couch would start to vibrate, then lurch, as if
someone were underneath it kicking the bottom. Then a pale
greenish light would form in front of her dressing table mirror,
then disappear. June mentioned these things to Ethel Roland, her dresser.
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Ethel replied that often when June was on stage, a
knock would sound on her dressing room door, a knock
that sounded like someone rapping the door with a walking stick.
When Ethel wt to answer the door, there was never
anyone there. June eventually told a theaterre veteran at the
Adelphi about these strange events. They suggested it might be
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William Terris returning to the theater he loved so much.
The actors held a seance at the theater to try
and contact their colleague. Nothing happened during the seance, but
afterwards June was no longer troubled by noises and lights
in her room. The Adelphi's historian W. J. McQueen Pope
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wrote in nineteen fifty nine that an apparition of Terras
had been seen only once outside the theatre. A few
years before. On a summer's evening, a man who didn't
know the story of the murder was walking on Maiden Lane,
near the theatre's back door, exactly where the stabbing had
taken place. He saw a handsome man in old fashioned
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clothes coming towards him him without a word, but his
appearance was so striking that the witness turned for another look,
but the man had completely vanished. The witness was sure
he had just hallucinated the whole thing, until the historian
told him about the murder of William Terris some sixty
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years in the past. Billy and Linda Miklos and their children, Billy,
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Junior and Nicole, live in a gorgeous eighteenth century farmhouse
in Allentown, Pennsylvania. They moved into the house in nineteen
seventy seven and discovered almost immediately that they were sharing
their new home with more than one ghost. For several
nights after they moved in, Linda and Billie were kept
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awake by the thundering hoofbeats of a horse that galloped
in circles around the house. The galloping was so energetic
that the couple could hear the horses hoofs kicking up gravel,
but there was no gravel and there was no horse.
The house is set in deep woods with only soft
forest duff around it. Soon after that, Linda began to
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hear children's voices calling Mommy, Mommy. Billie Junior spoke of
seeing a small girl walking close to Linda. Unnerved but
also intrigued, Linda did some research on the house. She
traced its history all the way back to the first settler,
George Shubert, the soldier in the Revolutionary War. Schubert had
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built a cabin on the property. The cabin later burned
to the ground. Then Shubert built the farmhouse that now
stands on the property. Shortly after the house was built,
five of the Schubert children died of smallpox within a week.
With such tragedy in its past, it's no wonder the
house is a magnet for spirit energy. Linda started a
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diary to keep track of all the paranormal events in
the house. She discovered that much of the activity happens
in April and around Christmas. On Christmas Eve nineteen eighty one,
eight year old Billy Junior and his sister Nicole were
sleeping in Billy's room with the door open. Nichole was
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restless and kept waking up. Suddenly, she shook Billy awake
and pointed to the door. A glowing figure stood beside
the door to their parents' room. As they watched it vanished.
During another Christmas season, the Micloses invited a friend of theirs, Larry,
to stay with them for the holiday. Larry was a
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Vietnam vet who had just gone through the breakup of
his marriage. The Micloses had cut their tree and carried
it home a couple of days before Christmas, and Linda
felt that Larry would will welcome an invitation to help
decorate the tree. The weather was unseasonably warm, but Linda
felt that a fire in the fireplace would add to
the festive air. Larry decorated the tree while Billy carried
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in some wood and got the fire going. Linda brought
in snacks for the men as they worked. When the
men were finished, they all sat down to relax to
enjoy the crackling fire and the colorful tree. Someone, though,
didn't seem to appreciate Larry's decorating efforts. The tree started
shaking violently, but all the ornaments fell off and rolled
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across the floor. Billy stood up about to give the
cat holy hell for jumping on the tree, but the
cat was nowhere in the room. Then the room turned
icy cold. Knowing that a severe drop in temperature can
sometimes announce a ghostly manifestation, Billy decided to try an experiment.
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Linda had arranged colored balls in a sleigh as a
decoration for the mantel. PI really spoke to the empty air,
listen if anybody is really here, knocked the balls out
of the sleigh. Ten minutes later, a ball rose from
the sleigh and dropped with a click onto the mantle.
There was a small building on the property that had
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been the groom's quarters when the land was a horse farm.
Larry had lived in the building for a while, but
had moved out. He later committed suicide. Billy had lit
a kerosene heater in the building to keep the pipes
from freezing. On December twenty third, nineteen eighty three, Billy
was deathly sick, far too sick to get out of bed.
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By Christmas Day, he was feeling better. The first thing
he did was to go to the outbuilding to check
on the kerosene heater, which would run only twenty four
hours on one tank that should have been bone dry
and out, he said. But when he got to the
building to check the heater, it was full of muel
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and burning. Billy couldn't explain how the heater got filled,
but he suspects maybe Larry returned to do his friend
a favor. During another Christmas season, the Meglosses had a
relative from Ohio come for a visit. Sometime between one
point thirty and two am, Angie came suddenly awake. A loud,
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scratching noise had pulled her from sleep. It started at
the top of the stairway and grew fainter near the bottom,
as if a large dog was walking down the stairs.
About twenty minutes later, Angie heard a crash from the kitchen,
as if a metal tray had fallen off the counter.
A few minutes after that, Angie said she sensed a
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friendly presence sitting on a chair in the loft where
she was trying to sleep, and according to Linda's haunting diary,
on Wednesday night, December eighteenth, nineteen eighty five, she was
in the bedroom reading at eleven us flock at night,
while Billy was taking a shower in the basement. As
Linda read, she heard piano music filling the house. Billy
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barged into the bedroom, his face half covered with shaving lotion.
Tell me you were just playing the piano, Linda, He begged,
she shook her head. That was the one and only
time the piano played a phantom tune. It never happened again.
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Lord Calvert's mansion stands in Riverdale, Maryland. It's a late
Georgian plantation house that was built between eighteen oh one
and eighteen o seven. It was rumored to be haunted
by Lord Calvert's son in law, who hanged himself from
a tree in the front yard. The mansion is now
a museum, but in nineteen seventy two it was occupied
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by seventy five year old mister Smith. He was uncomfortable
rattling around the haunted mansion by himself, so he asked Rick,
a deputy sheriff in Prince George's county, to move in
with him for protection. One December night, while mister Smith
was out visiting friends for Christmas, Rick was outside in
the barn tending to the horses. His chores done, he
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started for the house and noticed that the light in
the attic was on. For a moment, he just stood
and stared at the lit window. He knew the attic
wasn't wired for electricity, but he could plainly see the
rafters through the window. The light source was strong, not flickering.
It had to be coming from inside the attic. Rick's
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police training kicked in and he rushed into the house
in search of an intruder. He secured all three of
the lower floors, making sure all of the houses outside
doors were locked. Then he headed to the attic. Slowly,
Rick pushed the attic door open. Only darkness met his eyes.
Rick knew he had seen light in the attic less
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than five minutes before. There was a lamp in the
attic for emergencies, but the bulb was completely cold. The
deputy shivered. None of his police training had prepared him
for seeing a bright light in an attic window an
attic without electricity. One of Frank Lloyd Wright's most famous
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and intriguing homes is the Dana House in Springfield, Illinois.
Construction started in nineteen oh two, and the huge house
was finished in nineteen oh four. It's a magnificent example
of Wright's Prairie style, the first of Wright's designs to
feature two story rooms like the hall, the gallery, and
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the dining room. Frank Lloyd Wright fans and architecture enthusiasts
drool over this house, which features a library, with glass
fronted built in bookcases, a billiard's room, and a bowling
alley and Periodoral investigators salivate because although management and state
officials deny it, the Dana House is haunted, very haunted.
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The Dana House was built at the request of Sue C. Lawrence,
later known as Susie. You see it, don't you? Sue C.
Susie born in October eighteen sixty two. Sue married Edwin
Ward Dana on December fourth, eighteen eighty three. The marriage
was short and fraught with financial troubles. Edwin Dana was
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a businessman, but not a very good one. Starting out
as a real estate investor, Dana set himself up as
president of the Western Business Agency. When that failed, his
father in law sent him to Oregon to manage some minds.
In Oregon, Edwin suffered a fatal accident in one of
the minds. Susie came back to Springfield her spirits in tatters,
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her husband was dead, and she had also buried two
infant children that she'd been unable to carry to term.
On February seventeenth, nineteen oh one, a few years after
Susie's return from Oregon, her father passed away. R. D.
Lawrence's death was another blow to the young widow, but
it left her with a financial windfall. She decided to
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build a grand new home for the surviving members of
her family, herself, her mother, her grandmother who would pass
away a year and a half later in August nineteen
o two, and her cousin Flora Lawrence. Wanting the sophistication
a Chicago architect could bring to sleepy Springfield, she tapped
Frank Lloyd Wright for the job. Susie Lawrence Dana lived
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a life marked by tragic losses despite her elegant surroundings.
She married a concert singer from Denmark in March nineteen twelve.
Jorgan Constantin Dhl was half Susie's age, so it was
quite the scandal. He died just a year later. In
nineteen fifteen, she married a native of Springfield, Charles German.
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They eventually separated and she divorced him in nineteen thirty.
Susie had no head for money. In nineteen fifteen, she
received about ten thousand dollars at income from her father's
rental properties. Unfortunately, she had borrowed one hundred thirty two
thousand to fund her lavish lifestyle, Susie turned to the
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spirit world for advice and consolation. She held seances in
her home on a regular basis, inviting the cream of
Springfield society. Maybe some of that spiritualist energy is imbued
in the walls of the gracious home. Susan Lawrence passed
away on February twentieth, nineteen forty six, but her spirit
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still seems to linger in her beloved home. In life,
Susie loved to throw parties. She started things off with
a bang. During the holiday season of nineteen oh four,
the year the house was finished, she hosted lavish holiday parties.
She followed those up with housewarmings for the Women's Club,
parties for local children, including those in orphanages, dinners for
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residents of nursing homes, and a special gala for the
families of the workers who had built the house. And apparently,
Susie still loves the hollow. I spoke with Mike Anderson,
a folk musician also jovially known as the Dulcimer Guy.
Along with other musicians, Mike performs for the open houses
held at the Dana House every December. Mike has been
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performing at the home for nearly forty years, and he
readily admits to several chilling experiences. He claims the house
definitely has its own personality. Mike brings the unique perspective
of a musician to his experiences. One of the favorite
places to put a musician is above the front door.
There's a balcony there. He said. There was one year
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myself and a vocalist and a guitar player were doing
Christmas music on that balcony. The sun was pouring through
a window, and that son was hot. The musician's shifts
were eight hours long, with the musicians playing in two
to three hour stints. The other two performers took a break,
leaving Mike on the balcony to play solo. Suddenly the
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balcony got deathly cold, to the point where I could
barely move my fingers to play, and it stayed that
way for about ten minutes. During another Christmas open house,
one of the performers was a young violin player, a
boy about twelve or fourteen years old. As a seasoned performer,
Mike led the boy to the balcony, where his violin
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music would dazzle guests coming in the front door. While
Mike set himself up in the gallery. As Mike went
towards the gallery, he heard the boy's panicked voice calling
him back. Mike returned to the front door and looked
up at the boy. The violin player peered down at him,
his face a picture of woe. I can't play here,
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the boy said, why not? I don't know. The boy,
a budding professional, was clearly chagrined at his own behavior,
But when he mentioned that his fingers were freezing cold,
Mike realized immediately what the issue was. He switched places
and sent the young violinist to the gallery instead. Mike
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shared another strange experience he had in the Dana House,
and again it happened regularly during the Christmas open houses.
The house is set up so that you can pretty
much tell where people are from the sound of their voices.
Mike told me he was set up to play on
the balcony and he kept an ear cot for approaching
tour groups. When a group came within earshot of the balcony,
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Mike would start playing a Christmas carol on the dulcimer.
One day, as the tour group came up, Mike dropped
into what child is this? He noticed a woman walking
several steps behind the tour group. She was wearing a
long winter coat in deference to the season. The group
moved on into Susie's bedroom, but the woman in a
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long coat stopped on the steps leading down to the bedroom,
just off the balcony. From the corner of his eye,
Mike saw the group go into the room while the
woman hung back. Mike turned to say to her, he
needed to cat with your group, but the woman was gone.
This happened several times, and each time Mike had just
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launched into what child is this on the balcony. It
got to where I could almost make her appear just
by playing that particular carol, Mike told me later. A
heart player joined the ensemble of performers. She'd been at
the house before, so Mike asked, is there any place
you don't want to be stationed? The heart player shrugged,
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not really, but the balcony can get pretty weird. Mike
nodded fervently. I know exactly what you mean, and he
told the harpist his story. The harpist's face peeled, You
mean you've seen her too. Ruthus Porter was a well
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regarded journalists who lived in the Pike's Peak region near Cascade, Colorado.
Porter was known as the hard rock poet, and he
wrote many short poems about the human condition. Not fancy poetry,
but words that ordinary people could enjoy. In December nineteen sixty,
Porter was riding the rails from Spokane to Seattle for
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one of a ticket. He was huddled in an open boxcar.
When the train started to cross the Cascade Mountains, the temperature,
already brutally cold, fell to below zero. Porter knew he
couldn't survive much longer. Near Leavenworth, Washington, he caught a
glimpse of a work camp. He jumped the train and
headed painfully towards the camp to seek shelter. He made
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his way to the watchman's cabin, where a light burned
a cheerful welcome in the window. With the last of
his fading strength, Porter pounded on the door. An older,
bearded man with kind eyes opened the door. He ushered
Porter in to the cabin out of the bitter cold.
He sat him down next to the fire, knelt before him,
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and slipped his cold boots off. He fed Porter and
treated his frostbite, But when Porter tried to thank him
or engage him in conversation. The man would only reply
with one simple phrase, I am your brother. After a
night spent in a warm, comfortable bed, Porter left the
work camp and made his way to Leavenworth. When he
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got to town, he told his story of being rescued
by the watchman and of being invited into the warmth
and safety of the cozy cabin. Porter's tail was met
with sideways looks and outright denial. The work camp outside
of town had been deserted for years, people told him,
and the watchman who had supposedly cared for him was
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long dead. Porter refused to believe this. The man's glances
of kindness, his generous care, the humble way in which
he would say, I am your brother, it all stayed
planted firmly in Porter's mind. He decided to go to
the work camp in daylight to see things for himself.
He found the camp abandoned, just as the men in
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town had told him. There was no sign of life
anywhere in the camp, and the ashes of the fire
on the hearth and the watchman's cabin were cold and dead.
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If you enjoyed this episode, consider sharing it with others
and helped build the Weird Darkness community by converting your
friends and family into weirdos as well. This special episode
is part of my twelve Nightmares of Christmas series, a
collaboration with paranormal blogger and author Sylvia Schultz. The stories
I used in this episode are all from her book
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The Spirits of Christmas, The Dark Side of the Holidays,
and you can find a link to the book in
the show notes. Do you have a dark tale to tell?
Share your story at Weird Darkness dot com and I
might use it in a future episode. Music in this
episode is provided by Midnight Syndicate, and you can find
a link to purchase and download this dark, creepy Christmas
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music in the show notes. I'm your creator and host,
Darren Marler. Merry Christmas and thanks for joining me in
the Weird Darkness. Okay, Google, tell me a scary story.
Speaker 2 (31:42):
Have you heard the urban legend about the power chord
that was too short? About ten years ago, there was
this guy, I think his name was Henry anyway, he
bought an alarm clock to put on his nightstand, but
when he tried to plug it in, it was just
(32:02):
too short. I hope that one doesn't give you nightmares,
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