When Mrs. Hostutler finally found the perfect Christmas tree, she never stopped to wonder why it was growing out of a grave.
When Mrs. Hostutler finally found the perfect Christmas tree, she never stopped to wonder why it was growing out of a grave.
For decades, a ghostly woman in chains appeared in the upstairs bedroom of Victoria’s oldest home, pleading for help — until workmen digging near the front porch uncovered her skeleton buried seven feet deep in quicklime.
For four years, an unseen entity tormented the Bell family of Tennessee — pulling hair, slapping faces, filling the house with phantom voices — until Christmas 1820, when it finally got what it wanted: John Bell dead and his daughter’s life in ruins. #12NightmaresOfXmas