The Ghost in Glen Rose’s
Old White Church.
There are many churches in Glen Rose and quite a few are white. The stories that surround one church in particular vary in detail but the content usually involves footsteps and a woman in a white, torn dress. Others tell of benches turned over and shutters opening and closing. At least one person says they have pictures of a woman in the corner of the building.
One story goes that four friends quietly slipped into the old white church, armed with technology. They left a video recorder on the pulpit and an audio recorder on the back desk. Then the friends strolled out into the cemetery. Voices sliced through the silence in the cemetery. The four all stopped and listened. Footsteps sounded in the gravel. As they rushed back to the parked car, the gate of the cemetery creaked open, but how? It was a windless night. They went back in the church to retrieve the recorders. There they found the audio recorder on the floor and the video recorder on the preacher’s bench had been reset to pause. When they played back the captured audio, they heard footsteps and whispers.
Granbury’s Happy Ghost
“She giggles,” Janice Horak explains the presence of the playful ghost that skips through the rooms of the Tarleton Langdon Center Gordon House. “She loves children and music, especially the piano. I’ve learned from experience that she enjoys pranks. She locks doors.” Janice is the director of Tarleton’s Langdon Center located on East Pearl Street. “We have actual sound bites of a piano concert with a childlike voice saying, ‘Play more.’” Those who love the Langdon Center call this ghost, Audrey.
There may be another ghost at the Langdon. It creates sounds at the door and footsteps on the stairs. A former faculty member saw him on the stairs. He appeared to Janice within the first couple of months at the Center.
“I turned my head toward a sound. He stood in the kitchen,” Janice said. He’s about five foot tall, with dark hair. I clearly saw him.
As Janice told me about the man and the little girl, I never dreamed that we might find one of them, but I think we did. Janice and I, armed with only a couple of wire coat hangers that were cut and bent at right angles, groped through a graveyard in search of the unknown. According to Janice’s Mother, Eloise Horak, we would be able to find unmarked graves. We would verify if the grave was of a male or female simply by using the wire coat-hanger rods we held in our hands. I was positive this wouldn’t work.
Tentatively, I stepped toward a grave not yet marked with a stone. I held the wires loosely–so not even a slight twitch could cause movement. Silence surrounded us. Not even a breeze. The wires stood straight out. Then the wires slowly swung together forming and an “X” to mark the grave. My mouth dropped. No Way!
Next I put down one wire and held the other. Eloise reminded me that the wire would swing right if it was a male. “Men always think they’re right,” she added with a grin. And the wire would swing left if it was a female. It took a moment, perhaps, but then the wire turned left. The wire knew; the person buried in this new grave was a female. How could that be?
In my research, I discovered people use Grave Dowsing as a tool for searching for unmarked graves. On this particular day we learned from the unmarked and the marked graves. While dowsing we discovered a grave stone for a little girl named Audrey. Hmmm?