Oddities - Ghost Solving Death Mystery Receives Monument

 
Those of you who read my novel Till Life Do Us Part know that Barbara, the main character in this paranormal mystery,  can hear voices of the dead people. They tell her how they died and she is able to help the police solving some case. 




Well, what I am sharing with you today is not fiction. It really happened in west Virginia, on January 23, 1897.

24 years old   Zona Heaster Shue is found dead in her own house.

She is buried, though witnesses do notice her head flopping around limply when she is moved. Cause of death? “Everlasting faint,” and  “complications from pregnancy,” according to the local doctor who also acts as coroner. The doctor tried to examine the victim, but the violent protestations of Shue, her husband of three months,  kept him from doing much more than glancing at her.

After praying every day for a month, Zona’s mother, has a dream. Zona’s  ghost confesses to her  that Shue cruelly abused her, and one night attacked her in a rage because she hadn’t made any meat for his dinner. He broke her neck, the ghost says, and it turns its head completely around to show her mother what happened. Then the ghost turns and walks away, disappearing into the night while staring back at her mother.

Armed with this information, Zona’s mother goes to the local prosecutor, Mr. Preston, and demands him to open an investigation. She is persistent and convincing enough  so  that he begins asking questions around town.

Shue’s neighbors and friends tell the prosecutor about the man’s strange behavior at the funeral. They say that Shue paced by the casket, fiddling with Zona’s head and neck. In addition to the collar and the veil, he covered her head and neck with a scarf. It didn’t match her burial dress, but Shue insisted that it was her favorite and that she would have wanted to be buried in it. He also propped her head up, first with a pillow and then a rolled up cloth.

Dr. Knapp  also admits,  at last, that his examination was incomplete.

An autopsy is done.   

A local newspaper, The Pocahontas Times reports that, “On the throat were the marks of fingers indicating that she was strangled; that the neck was dislocated between the first and second vertebrae. The ligaments were torn and ruptured. The windpipe had been crushed at a point in front of the neck.”

It is clear the young woman’s death was not natural, but there is no evidence pointing to the killer, and no witnesses. 

Shue’s strange behavior since his wife’s  death stuck in the prosecutor’s mind and cast some suspicion on him.

The prosecutor continues to investigate and begins looking into Shue’s past. He learns that Shue was married twice before. The first ended in divorce while Shue was in prison for stealing a horse. That wife later told police that Shue was extremely violent and beat her frequently while they were married. His second marriage ended after just eight months with the mysterious death of the wife. In between these marriages, Shue boasted in prison that he planned to marry seven women in his lifetime. The previous wife’s mysterious death and Shue’s history of abuse were circumstantial, but enough for Preston to bring him to trial.

Mary Jane, Zona's  mother is the prosecution’s star witness, with what the ghost revealed her.  Many people in the community, if not the jury, believe Heaster’s story, and Shue does himself no favors taking the stand in his own defense, rambling and appealing to the jury “to look into his face and then say if he was guilty.” The Greenbrier Independent reports that his “testimony, manner, and so forth, made an unfavorable impression on the spectators.” The jury deliberate for just an hour and ten minutes before returning a guilty verdict.

Shue is sentenced to life in prison, but dies soon after as epidemics of measles and pneumonia tore through the prison in the spring of 1900. 

Mrs. Heaster lived until 1916, and never recanted her story about Elva’s ghost. Maybe Mrs. Heaster's story story swayed the jury and won the case. Maybe it didn’t. Maybe her daughter spoke to her from beyond the grave, maybe the ghost was all in Heaster’s head, or maybe it was a strategic lie. But no matter who saw or believed what, without the ghost story, Heaster may have never gone to Preston, and Shue might not have gone to trial.

What strikes as unusual is the fact that the state erected a monument in remembrance of the ghost who solved the death mystery! 

Shadows of the Past Teaser III

Wild Child Publishing
You can find Part I on 1st October and Part II on 3rd October  posts.

PART III 

Andrew looked at her. "Don't cry, please. I’ll make sure that nothing bad will ever happen to you. I’ll do my best and help you forget your troubled life. I promise."

"Yes," she said in a voice full of agony and bowed her head to prevent him from seeing the silent tears sliding down her cheeks. "Yes, I believe you."

Andrew brought his mare to a sudden stop, almost colliding with Genevieve's horse. They were by the mossy banks of the stream. He reached across and touched her wet face. "Have faith, my love. I'll always love you and stand by you. These three days, I thought only about you and your future. Our future. Your face didn't leave my mind for one single moment. Nothing in the world matters to me more than you."

"I know, Andrew, I know. I feel the same."

"And... I intended to tell you something after reaching my mother's manor. I think I can't postpone it until then." He caught Genevieve's hand and met her gaze. "Dear Genevieve, please, would you do me the greatest honor of agreeing to become my wife? I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy. I'll help you forget all your troubled past. Mother will move soon to my sister's castle. She wants to be close to her little grandsons, so don't worry about having a mother-in-law on your head."

Since she didn't utter a word, Andrew went on assuring her of his most honorable intentions. "The course of our lives depends on your answer. If you agree, we'll both have to leave our clerical life. God will forgive us. God's not spiteful or vengeful, and He doesn't punish those having a pure, honest heart. He can read deep in our souls and can see we still love Him. He's kind and forgiving, and will understand our love for each other is untainted... and He will approve of it."

Caressing Genevieve's hand he continued, "I'm not rushing you. Take your time, my delicate wood anemone. I'm willing to do everything in the world for you."

Genevieve nodded. Her heart drummed in her chest with happiness at his words. Tears of elation welled in her eyes. Despite her happiness, she shivered under the nagging feeling of close danger that gripped her body in its cold claws. An irrational fear clogged her heart.

"Oh, Andrew, I love you too, and yes, I'll gladly become your wife, but what about your family?" Her voice trailed off. She raised her hand and touched his face as if to make sure he was real. "I'm so afraid--”

Andrew brushed his lips across her hand. "No need to be afraid. I'm not hurrying you, my darling. There's no trouble with my family. We'll talk later after we safely reach my house.” He took off a cross that he wore round his neck and held it out to her.  Here, wear this cross. The Abbess forced it on me last week. She said she'd be offended if I refused her present. I wanted to return the cross to her, three days ago, but the circumstances made me forget all about it."

Genevieve shook her head reluctantly. Andrew insisted gently. "It doesn't matter that she gave it to me. It can’t harm you. It's a cross, after all. Take it, please, to protect you, my precious wood anemone," he whispered and held out a richly bejeweled cross she recognized at once. The cross the Abbess wore around her neck all the time, until a couple of weeks ago.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end at the sight of the cross Andrew presented her. Genevieve shrugged. “Everything touched by that evil woman bears her demonic seal."

"Nonsense. Please, take it." He punctuated his reassurance with a soft caress on her cheek.

She took the cross from Andrew. As soon as she touched the golden chain a chill pricked the tips of her fingers. The unpleasant coldness spread through her body, making her shudder. Dark feelings passed over her in a dizzy spell. She didn't say anything and slipped the cross around her neck. She trusted him and his judgment, and in view of what he said, the piece of jewelry represented her belief and his love, not something evil.

Andrew turned his horse and headed along the narrow path in silence.

Genevieve pressed a hand to her breast to calm her humming panic. Any other woman would have been thrilled by Andrew's proposal. In her, his words triggered contradictory feelings. On the one hand, it confirmed, once again, his deep love and honest intentions for her. On the other hand her mind returned to a day, years ago, when she talked to the former Abbess, the late and regretted Sister Dominica, about joining the order and Sister Dominica's slight hesitation.

The old woman read her like an open book. Dominica foresaw that Genevieve would be easy prey to her body's desires; that she wasn't made for a life of piety.

 "Was my father right when he claimed all his children were seeds of evil? Am I a seed of evil too?" she bitterly whispered to herself.

Doubt swamped her. What was the right thing to do? It was difficult to decide when she'd just tasted the bittersweet savor of love.

What if time and life together turned her and Andrew into another couple resembling her parents? 'The happily ever after,' the blissful ending of the stories Genevieve's mother used to tell her, never came true for her parents, no matter how deep their love had been at first.

They'd also married, against the will of others, because they were madly in love. Their love turned sour over the years, quenched by a life of difficulties and want, ending in the tragedy that brought her to live at the abbey.

Thinking back over her life, starting with her childhood days, Genevieve concluded she brought only misfortune to the people around her; above all to the ones she cared about: her family and her few friends, old Bertha, sister Benedicta, Francesca and Ryan. All dead.

Andrew was the first and only man she'd ever loved.  For his own good she had to reject his proposal. She must tell him she changed her mind. He'd never know the way her skin tingled under the warm touch of his hand. How her heart quickened at hearing him call her my wood anemone. He'd never know her love for him was the most beautiful thing to have ever happened to her.

If only everything hadn't been so complicated.

No, she couldn't risk his life too. Her presence next to him and her feelings for him might become a curse bringing him an undeserved death. God would punish him because of her. For loving her. A knot tightened in her chest. If something bad happened to Andrew it would be solely her fault.

She wouldn't let it happen. If love meant sacrifice, she must do it. For Andrew's sake, she ought to accept even the bitter sacrifice of her one and only love.

When they reached the manor house, she would find a moment to talk to Andrew's mother and tell her she decided to join another abbey. It might upset and distress Andrew. He’d recover after a while, understand and forgive her, and in the end forget her. Genevieve didn't doubt that such a piece of news might bring Andrew's mother great relief. Her son wouldn't leave his clerical life, bringing shame and dishonor on all his kin, at what he intended to do -- leave his priesthood and marry a nun. 

Genevieve shook her head in deep thought. Was she the Genevieve who years ago made up her mind never to love and trust a man? The Genevieve who took vows of celibacy? The one who considered God her bridegroom? Yes, she was probably all those Genevieves, adding to them the Genevieve who discovered love, the special feeling enlightening the spirit. Something she, no doubt, didn't deserve.

Andrew's horse neighing nervously startled Genevieve back to reality. She followed Andrew's disconcerted gaze and waited.

He narrowed his eyes as if to guess the right way to follow. They'd been riding in darkness for about an hour, and Genevieve couldn't break free from the nagging sensation they had lost their way.

The mist had cleared a bit. Dismayed she discovered they were back at the stream, a clear sign they'd moved in a circle. It meant they’d wasted precious time. The Abbess might have already noticed her disappearance. The thought that the nuns wouldn't leave the abbey to go down to the village and ask the villagers to start a search party until morning calmed Genevieve a little.

Andrew dismounted his horse and helped her climb down too. He knelt by a hollowed oak tree, that stretched its branches over the water, and washed his face in the cool waters running between the grassy banks.

Genevieve moistened her lips and brow. The whisper of threat enveloping them became almost palpable, no matter how hard she banished the thought from her mind. She sighed, a barely audible sound of distress, still loud enough for him to turn a concerned look to her. A sickening sense of inevitability gripped her heart, warning her about the menacing stillness closing in on them. It had to do with the Abbess, no doubt.

Andrew pulled her to his chest. "Do you regret you've come with me?"

Passion smothered Genevieve's doubt and guilt. "Never," she answered, aware of her body's response to his touch, and she succumbed to his embrace.

The moonlight bathed his face in silver light. Andrew lowered her wimple, and his fingers threaded into her curls. She swayed, enveloped by the dizzy sensation of drowning in the tumultuous ocean of his gaze. The tenderness of his touch raised in her the wish they had lived in another time and been simple, ordinary people. She longed to feel the warmth of his lips on hers. How much she'd have liked to live the rest of her life beside him and bear his children. A dream not likely to ever come true for her. Why not let the feeling lurking in the pit of her stomach take over and consume her whole being?

Aware of the track of her thoughts, she shifted uneasily, a hot flush warmed her cheeks. Drawing in a deep breath in spite of herself, calming the gnawing unease in her mind and the thought of Sister Dominica guessing she was the dough of a sinner, Genevieve repeated, "Never."

With her eyes closed and their bodies touching she became, for the very first time, simply a woman. She melted in his embrace in spite of the invisible vicious threat breathing around them. Aware they might never be alone again, she fought hard to silence the voice of conscience berating her.

"Oh, God. Please forgive me," Andrew muttered under his breath when he bowed his head to kiss her. Their lips met in a passionate first kiss.

End of Prologue

Mysterious Romania (V) Spooks in Dracula's Country

  Ghosts - reality or imagination
Let me ask you something. Do you believe in ghosts, phantoms? Is science able to explain them?

Ghosts belong to the most mysterious phenomena studied by parapsychology. Objects that are moved from their places by unseen forces, knocks in walls, sounds of footsteps made by invisible beings, misty human figures. All these are usually explained by scientists as a form of psychokinesis. There's also mention of a "memory of objects". The most interesting explanations come from the field of  quantum physics. Modern physics has dematerialized matter. What we call the "other world” is nothing but a world beyond our perceptions, but not beyond our reality.
Ancients had meals with the dead

 There are numerous references to ghosts in the Hebrew Bible, in Mesopotamian religions as well as in ancient Egyptian culture. The belief that we are visited by the ghosts of the deceased friends and relatives was common among those peoples. In  ancient Athens, Greece, the end of February was dedicated to deceased relatives, as Greeks believed that ghosts came from Hades and mingled with the inhabitants on earth. For three days in a row, there were rich meals with special dishes served to the dead. There are all kind of traditions similar to this one. I can compare it to Romanian 'parastas'or 'pomenire' when relatives of a deceased person give food to other people, especially poor ones, with the belief that the dead person will eat from it too.
 Message from the other world

 They say that a ghost comes with a message for the relatives left behind on earth, a piece of info to help the dear ones who are alive, or to appease their suffering.

The people involved in studying the phenomenon speak about two types of apparitions: ghosts linked to people and ghosts linked to places. The former last only for a few weeks. With the latter type of ghosts, things are more complicated. Haunted locations are usually old castles or houses.The ghosts are noticed in the same location for generations."The Gray Lady", the British ghost, is a perfect example. The author Conan Doyle was very interested in this phenomenon and his book "The Edge of the Unknown" is dedicated to it, though he couldn't find an explanation.

Frequently, the apparition of a ghost is preceded or announced by a feeling of cold, by a freezing drought. This confirms the theory that ghosts use energy to take shape. They absorb the ambient energy and the temperature drops down. Creepy, isn't it? 

Haunted Romania

My country, Romania, known to many as Dracula's country,  has its haunted places too. It has, in fact, according to all kind of reports, a long tradition of haunted places, of houses regularly visited by ghosts and tragic stories that lead to dark legends. Paranormal is at home in Romania. Chiajna Monastery in Bucharest, the Parliament House in Bucharest,
Hotel Cismigiu in Bucharest, Hoia Baciu Forest near Cluj, Poenari Castle and many others; the places have included reports of ghostly apparitions, poltergeist activity, shadowy figures, orbs, spirit possessions, EVP's, and other unusual phenomena.

  Ghosts with exquisite taste for accommodation 

The image posted  here stirred the enthusiasts’ imagination. It was taken in Romania, at Herculane Bai, at a hotel by a guest spending the vacation there. The image is that of a woman dressed in white. Decebal Hotel is one hundred and fifty years old and many say that deep down, at its foundations, Dacian and Roman treasures wait to be discovered. The hotel was closed for five years for renovations. It seems that some people tried during this time to dig and find the awesome ancient treasures. The ghost – that according to some would belong to a Dacian priest, appeared to protect the alleged treasure and to drive the looters away. I don’t know what credit can be given to the picture but in 2008 it was the headline in newspapers and television news.
 Passion crime leads to haunting
 Braila, my town, has its haunted places too. Bellow is the image of the famous "house with ghosts" in Braila, situated on Aslan street.
They say the house belonged to an old wealthy Greek trademan, Nicolachi Mavrocordulas, who married a young  beautiful woman, Voica, the daughter of a peasant from Insuratei village. The sixty year old Greek bought Voica  from her family, and had a large mansion built for her. The Greek had no idea or ignored the fact he'd bought Voica but not her heart that was given to a young man from her village. She didn’t love him and, one day, when he returned home, found her in the arms of her young lover. Nicolachi shot Voica, buried her in the wall of the house and left Romania, after selling the house. None of the people who bought the house could stay there for long. Soon the rumor that the house was haunted  by Voica’s  ghost spread in the town.The house was turned into an old people's home as no willing customer appeared any more.
 Weeping apparition frightens residents
Even nowadays the elderly people living  in this house or the nursing staff speak of a nightly apparition. A woman, heavily veiled, passes from room to room, crying and calling what they take to be her lover’s name. Witnesses say it  always happens at the time of the year when Nicolachi killed Voica. The  ghost harms nobody, yet people are distressed  and frightened by her wails and sobs.
 Touching ghost story
I do believe that ghosts exist. They are souls that haven't fulfilled their mission on earth and are still haunting the places they lived in. If you read my paranormal Shadows of the Past you'll find out why Genevieve's ghost haunts the forest where Anne and Neil get lost. Tell me what you think, then!
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