Haunted Alabama Black Belt
By David Higdon and Brett Talley
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There is a place in Alabama, a region that stretches across its lower middle from Georgia to Mississippi. It is a place steeped in history—a place where a people were enslaved, a nation was broken, and a new dream of freedom was born. It is a place where the past is always near at hand. And sometimes, that past takes a moment to whisper in your ear.
They call this place the Black Belt. From the Cato-Thorn House in Barbour County to the Snow Hill Institute in Wilcox County, Alabama’s Black Belt has a great number of restless spirits that still haunt it. Join paranormal researcher David Higdon and Bram Stoker Award nominee Brett Talley as they uncover the ghosts and hauntings of one of Alabama’s most historic areas.
David Higdon
David Higdon is the founder and Lead Investigator for Tuscaloosa Paranormal Research Group and a proud member of the TAPS Family (SyFy Ghost Hunters). Brett Talley is a native of the South and received a philosophy and history degree from the University of Alabama before attending Harvard Law School. Brett's first book, That Which Should Not Be, was critically acclaimed and earned a Bram Stoker Nomination for Superior Achievement in a First Novel.
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Haunted Alabama Black Belt - David Higdon
INTRODUCTION
There is a place in Alabama, a region that stretches across its lower-middle, from Georgia to Mississippi. It is a place steeped in history—a place where a people were enslaved, a nation broken and a new dream of freedom born. It is a place where the past is always near at hand. Sometimes, that past takes a moment to whisper in your ear. They call this place the Black Belt.
In 1814, forces under the command of Andrew Jackson defeated an alliance of Creek Indians, opening much of the territory of Alabama to settlement. And come the settlers did. When they poured across the Appalachian Mountains and made their way down to the plains of the South, to the flat fields that stretch all the way to the sea, the new inhabitants of the state discovered something unusual. The soil was different here. Instead of the red clay that characterizes the northern part of Alabama, the farmers found a thin layer of dark, rich earth. From that soil would grow massive fortunes, a war that would cost hundreds of thousands of lives and a movement that would set a people free.
Everyone knows that cotton was king in the antebellum South, and nowhere was that more true than the Black Belt of Alabama. With deep wells to provide needed water, mighty mansions rose throughout the region, engaging thousands of African slaves to grow the crop that made the owners of those plantations wealthy and powerful. They used that wealth and power to ensure that on January 11, 1861, Alabama followed South Carolina, Mississippi and Florida in seceding from the Union. So iconic was the Black Belt in the antebellum South that Montgomery, the city at the heart of the region, was declared the capital of the new nation. The Buckle of the Black Belt
had become the Cradle of the Confederacy.
The war that followed didn’t quite go the way the men and women of lower Alabama might have expected. The Black Belt was spared much of the suffering of the rest of the South, though, and by the time Farragut’s fleet entered Mobile and Union soldiers started making their way north, the war was all but over. With the conflict’s end, a group of people was free and a way of life shattered. But while slavery passed away, the world’s thirst for cotton did not ebb, and the millions of newly freed slaves needed employment. Sharecropping was born, a system that bound the poor—both black and white—to the land almost as tightly as the chains of slavery had previously. A place named for its soil would keep its moniker because of the people who worked it. And the system of racial discrimination that grew up around the region set up the next great battle for freedom and equality.
For nearly one hundred years, that system—known as Jim Crow—held sway. Then, on December 1, 1955, four African Americans were sitting on a crowded afternoon bus in downtown Montgomery. The driver asked them to get up so that white riders could have their seats. Three of them complied. One of them did not. When the police arrested Rosa Parks, they could not have known that it was the beginning of the end of segregation.
The fight for racial equality was waged as much in the Black Belt as anywhere else in America. It was here where the Montgomery Bus Boycott—spurred by Rosa Parks’s act of courage—ended discrimination against blacks in public transit. It was here where Freedom Riders, including members of President John F. Kennedy’s Department of Justice, were beaten by angry mobs opposed to integration. It was here where protestors, led by Martin Luther King Jr., marched from Montgomery to Selma seeking the right to vote. And it was here where brave men and women—black and white, northern and southern—joined forces to ensure that institutionalized racism and discrimination would forever be consigned to the dustbin of history.
In a place like that, a place that has seen so much history, struggle and suffering, as well as so many tears and triumphs, is it any surprise that there are those who believe that some events are burned forever into the very fabric of the Black Belt? Stories abound of cemeteries where the dead do not sleep, of courthouses haunted by the unjustly accused, of plantations with ghosts as thick as cotton, of libraries that retain more than old books and of hotels where the guests never check out. In Alabama’s Black Belt, the nights are heavy with the past, and history sometimes finds its way into the present.
PROLOGUE
KATHRYN TUCKER WINDHAM HOUSE
It would not do to talk of ghosts and ghouls and things that go bump in the night in the Black Belt of Alabama without paying special tribute to the house of Kathryn Tucker Windham and the woman who lived within it. Kathryn Tucker was born in the summer of 1918 to James and Helen in the town of Selma. Her father was a man who could spin a yarn, and whether by biology or bequeathing, Kathryn was an apple that did not fall far from the tree. When the Second World War came, Kathryn took her Huntingdon education and put it to good use, replacing a male reporter at the Birmingham News who had gone off to fight. It was the last time she would need such luck; talent, as they say, will win out.
She married Amasa Windham soon after the war, raising their three children in Selma while she worked for seemingly more newspapers and various publications than could be contained in this meager volume. Years passed, and Kathryn continued to build a reputation as a writer of great repute. And then came October 1966 and the haunting that would make her famous around the world.
Kathryn told it that she was sitting in her living room reading a book on a bright, sunny day. The door opened, and she heard heavy footsteps tromping through the house. She assumed it was her son, come home from Birmingham Southern. She called out to him, but got no response. She called a little bit louder. Still nothing. When she got up to see, there was no one in the house. It was only the first time of many that she’d hear those footsteps walking down the hall, but the only household member the spirit ever frightened was the old family cat. The family decided to call their new friend Jeffrey.
They heard him often, and sometimes they’d find things out of place, but they never saw him until some friends of the family decided to pull out the old Ouija board and see if they could make a special connection to the spirit. Alas, they failed to make contact—or so they thought. When the photos from that night were developed, a dark, shadowy figure appeared in the background, one that had the distinctive outline of a human being. When Windham saw the photos, she immediately became obsessed. She called a friend of a friend, Margaret Gillis Figh, a local expert on ghost stories and folklore. When the two connected, a perfect partnership was formed, and the idea for 13 Alabama Ghosts and Jeffrey was born.
Windham went on to write seven books of true ghost stories before she passed away in 2011. And in the process, she would become a legend, a storyteller of the finest degree, a master of the old ways of spinning a yarn. Jeffrey was always with her, although he never appeared in the flesh
again. The service she did to the people of Alabama and other areas of the South cannot be overstated. Who can say if some of the ghost stories she preserved would have been forgotten if she had never put them down on paper? And what a tragedy it would have been to lose that history.
If the reader would indulge us, Brett would like to tell his own story about Kathryn Tucker Windham and how this wonderful woman affected his life, just as she did so many others throughout the state of Alabama and our nation.
It was late in the last decade of the last century, 1999 or perhaps even 2000, when Mrs. Windham came to Bevill State Community College, a place of learning located across the street from my high school. Having spent my childhood sitting at the figurative knee of Windham as she spun her tales of ghosts that haunt tucked-away places all over the Southeast, I was very enthusiastic about hearing her speak and having the opportunity to listen to her weave a story firsthand. I went with a friend, and eager children that we were, we sat in the front row next to a kindly old lady. We struck up a conversation with the lady, and at some point, my friend asked if she had heard of Kathryn Tucker Windham. Why yes,
she answered politely. Yeah,
my friend said, I just hope she’s not boring.
The old woman laughed. Son,
she said, I certainly hope you’re right. She’s me!
My friend, of course, was mortified. But Mrs. Windham seemed more concerned about him than any hurt feelings she might have had about not being recognized. But by all indications and evidence, that was the kind of person Kathryn Tucker Windham was.
Windham once said that she figured people were so interested in what happened in the world beyond our own because you could never really know what happens after death. We may have faith, yes, but faith of things unseen. It’s the final mystery, one that Mrs. Windham has now gone on to unveil. And I’d like to think that she finally met Jeffrey face to face.
PART I
EASTERN BLACK BELT
BARBOUR COUNTY
With a population of just over twenty-seven thousand, one might not expect much from tiny Barbour County, nestled in the southeast corner of Alabama. And yet no fewer than eight of Alabama’s governors—including the infamous George Wallace—called the county home. If one drives through Barbour County and looks at the great homes of towns like Eufaula, such a fact is probably less surprising. The migrants who came to settle the former Creek Indian territories found rich soil, ripe for the planting of cotton. The county soon became home to the state’s elite. Great mansions were built, the pride of the men and women who lived there. If some stories are to be believed, the owners of those homes never left them, even in death.
The Cato-Thorn House
In Barbour County, the cream of southern aristocracy is on display, and one will find the kind of Greek Revival antebellum mansions that some might expect to exist only within the confines of a Hollywood film. Built just before the start of the Civil War, the Cato-Thorn House was the brainchild of Lewis Llewellyn Cato. Its most striking feature is the cupola rising from the center of the roof. Look closely, and it becomes apparent that the cupola is an almost exact replica, in miniature, of the house itself.
Front view of the Cato-Thorne House. Courtesy Amanda Baird/BlackDoll Photography.
When Alabama voted to secede, a huge party was held at the home. William Lowndes Yancey, one of the leading secessionists in the state, is said to have given a rousing speech in support of independence. When the house was renovated in the 1970s, a trunk containing letters from Confederate president Jefferson Davis and other significant figures of the Civil War was found in the attic.
The Confederacy is strong in the Cato-Thorn House, and perhaps it’s no surprise that its spirits come from that era as well. Some speculate that it was the restoration that stirred them up. Several of the painters who worked on the house reported the uneasy feeling that they were being watched. It was only when one of them looked up to the landing above and saw a man standing