Friday, November 26, 2010

The Lady in the Lake

I can't resist.  I know I should, but I can't.  I have too many wonderful ghost stories from Chattanooga to not write at least a little about one of them.  So here is my favorite.   There is an old cemetery on a mountain in Chattanooga.  The cemetery is called Greenwood Cemetery and the most remarkable ghost stories from this cemetery aren't really from the cemetery at all.  It is the quarry across the road from the cemetery that has the most remarkable ghost stories.  The quarry looks more like a small pond than a quarry, but according to local legend, this pond is deep with caverns that drift off into nowhere lurking beneath its murky depths.

There are many stories associated with this quarry.  There are tales of spectral green lights and drownings.   But the most poignant story is the story of a young woman afflicted with polio.   Apparently the disease crippled her and reduced her to a shell of a woman.   Her husband was left to care for her, but he wasn't really up to the job.   He took her out to the quarry and rolled her into the water and watched her drown.

Many tell the story of this young woman.  They say she comes out at night.   She drifts across the water dressed in white.  She is beautiful, like she was before the disease.  She comes with the mist and when the mist touches the ground, the footprints she leaves behind aren't footprints at all.   They are wheelchair tracks.

5 comments:

Adsila said...

That would be one creepy place to be at in the dark. (cool picture)

Pam Morris said...

this story is so sad! I can see why this is one of your favorites!

Jessica Penot said...

It was a creepy place. It was too quiet.

Anonymous said...

I sat there as a youngster, took my kids there to watch and now my grand kids want to go. Sometimes during the moon rise the light glides across the water.....and your imagination takes over from there.............

Derrek Pendergraff said...

I saw her when I was eleven. I'm thirty three now. Her image is forever etched in my memory. We went out several nights to see her because my childhood buddies father told us stories of seeing her when he was a teenager. After several visits at night sitting in the church parking lot, there she was. In a white dress waving her arms, only to be seen in the mirrors on the car, when we turned around to look, she wasn't there. When we turned back around to look in the mirrors, there she was. Still gives me Goosebumps till this very day.