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Hartford Castle, November 2008
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A Short Message From the Author
A word about plagiarism—plagiarism is the
intentional copying of another person’s work and
misrepresenting it as your own. I have been both
plagiarized and accused of plagiarism during my
years of writing. But I have never intentionally copied
anyone else’s writing and misrepresented it as my
own. I always cite my sources.
As I was researching the Hartford Castle, I
discovered that Troy Taylor had lifted his account in
Haunted Illinois almost word for word from an article
in the Lewis & Clark Journal. It would have been so
easy to simply quote or cite the article, but instead
Taylor chose to misrepresent the work as his own,
changing a few words here and there hoping that no
one would ever notice.
Well, I noticed, and time and time again I have
seen that same kind of nonsense repeated throughout
the business of ghost lore publishing. Why on earth
none of these writers would simply give credit to the
people who came before them, I will never
understand. Does doing so diminish your own
reputation? Hardly.
Please, stop the madness! You are grown
adults and should know better. Stop the copy-and-
paste jobs. We would all be better off in the long run if
we simply acknowledged each other’s work. g
Your Letters
I just have to say your stuff is really great. I
first saw your videos on youtube then went on your
site and have been siting at my computer for hours
now just reading haha best of luck!
—Your friend, Sean
I grew up near Cuba Rd, and when I was in 7th
grade (1977) a friend of mine found a dead body while
riding her horse down Cuba Rd. strangled with piano
wire. I didn't realize it's become such a "ghost hunter"
location. There's a secret graveyard in the area, but I
won't say where because it will get over run.
—Youtube user “xandxigns”
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Contents From the Author 1 Your Letters 1 A Quick and Dirty Guide 2 The Fallen Investigate 3 Book Review 6 Ghostly Games 7 Trivia 7
Page 1
An old gazebo sits in the overgrown woods.
A Quick and Dirty Guide to
Hartford Castle
“Hartford Castle” is the colloquial name for a
mansion that formerly stood on a tract of land just
outside of Hartford, Illinois, across the river from St.
Louis. The mansion’s actual name was Lakeview, but
few besides the original owner referred to it as such.
The original owner was a French immigrant named
Benjamin Biszant, who built the imposing home for his
bride, an Englishwoman whose name has apparently
been lost to history.
Sparing no expense (which was certainly an
impressive dollar amount in 1897), Biszant
surrounded Lakeview with sprawling gardens,
statuary, romantic gazebos, and, finally, a moat to
keep out trespassers. According to Louie Haines, a
neighbor who recalled helping to dig the moat with
his father, the Frenchman stocked it with goldfish that
interbred with local crappie, producing what he
described as “unusual looking fish” (Lewis & Clark
Journal 25 March 1973).
Eventually, Biszant’s wife died and, perhaps,
the pain was too much for him to remain at Lakeview.
He sold the mansion and moved west. A number of
owners and tenants occupied the mansion until 1923
when a husband and wife from nearby Wood River
purchased the property. They lived there until 1964,
when the wife became a widow and decided to move
to less lonely surroundings.
During that time, according to Bill Matheus of
the Lewis & Clark Journal, local residents treated the
property as if it were their own. Visitors frequently
roamed the grounds and even invited themselves
inside the mansion for tours! The mansion
deteriorated during the late 1960s, and in 1971 and
1972 vandals ran wild.
“Unknown persons… ripped mantels from the
walls, crushed chandeliers, pulled supports from
staircases, and took small sized telephone poles and
used them to ram holes in the many rooms of the once
beautiful ‘castle,’” Matheus wrote. The building was
officially condemned, and a few months later, in 1973,
it burnt to the ground.
At least one ghost story came out of Lakeview
during the time of its original ownership. According
to the Lewis & Clark Journal, the story started when a
burglar entered the mansion and was scared away by
the clinking of bamboo window curtains. Benjamin
Biszant himself claimed that was how the rumors of a
ghost began. Troy Taylor, in what seems to be his
only original contribution to the legend, asserted that
the ghost of the Frenchman’s wife has been seen on the
property (Haunted Illinois (2004), pg. 121-122).
Today, the Hartford Castle is nothing more
than a hole in the ground, surrounded by concrete
debris and a shallow moat. All of the gilded
ornaments are long gone, and the beautiful gardens
are no more. Soon, all that will remain are the
memories of this once legendary spot. g
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Ruins of the former mansion litter the 35 acre property.
A concrete pillar lays discarded.
The Fallen
Investigation File 023
Leaves crunched beneath the feet of The Fallen
as they trudged through the dense woods, while the
rush of cars from the nearby highway partially
obscured the sound of their movement. At long last,
the quartet emerged into a clearing where the
underbrush disappeared. Casey the Coydog panted
excitedly and sniffed the ground.
Mike, Greg, Aurelia, and Emmer stood and
faced what looked like a nondescript swamp, but
what, in reality, was a wide moat that ringed an island
that could only be seen from the air. Somewhere on
that island were the ruins of an old mansion.
“It’s too bad Davin isn’t here to see this,”
Emmer said, “and maybe that girl Emily too, I guess.”
“No it isn’t,” Greg shot back. “That—“
“That’s enough,” Mike said, interrupting his
friend. “We have more important things to worry
about right now, like how we’re going to get across
this moat.”
“Isn’t there a way around?” Emmer asked.
Mike scanned the area. For as far as his eyes
could see, the water hugged the trunks of the trees. In
some places, downed branches seemed to offer a ford,
but it was doubtful whether any would hold a
person’s weight.
Casey the Coydog barked and began to trot
along the shoreline away from The Fallen and toward
the sounds of traffic.
“Where’s she going?” Greg wondered aloud.
“Stupid mutt,” Mike grumbled. “She’s going
to get hit by a car is what’s going to happen.”
“Forget about it,” Emmer said. “How are we
going to get across all this water?”
“We could build a bridge,” Greg suggested.
“Look at all these branches lying around. Mike,
remember when we got stuck out in those woods and
built a shelter out of whatever we could find? This is
pretty much the same.”
“We don’t have time for that,” Mike snapped.
“This whole place is low ground—and flooded. It
would take hours to get across. Crowley’s ass!”
“Oh, for Pete’s sake,” Aurelia sighed. She
shoved past Mike and Emmer and trudged straight
into the water. Her boots sunk into the mud at the
bottom of the moat, but the water was not deep
enough to poor over the calf-high rim of her footwear.
“That’s fine for you,” Emmer laughed, “but
what about us?” Mike, Greg, and Emmer were all
wearing hiking shoes.
Greg shrugged. “For once I agree with Aura,”
he said. “It’s the easiest way.” Without skipping a
beat, he joined Aurelia in the moat and made his way
to the dry land a few yards away.
Exchanging glances, Mike and Emmer
cautiously
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A former pool or pond—long exposed to the elements.
cautiously entered the freezing water.
After a few minutes, the four found themselves
on the opposite shore, feet soaked, but otherwise in
one piece.
“Since I’m probably going to get pneumonia,
explain to me what was so damn important about
coming here, and it better not have anything to do
with imaginary beings, drunk high school kids, or this
stupid portal obsession of yours,” Emmer spat.
“Man, Emmer is really being a wet blanket,”
Greg quipped, but the group ignored him.
Mike rolled his eyes. “It does have to do with
the astral portal,” he said. “We know a guy from
France built this mansion, right? Supposedly for his
English bride, who apparently never had a name?
That is suspicious in and of itself, but why did he
build the mansion right here? And where did his vast
fortune come from? Why did he leave suddenly?”
“Maybe he was just a really private guy,”
Emmer said. “He left because his wife died and he got
lonely. Why is everything a conspiracy with you?”
“Because sometimes it is a conspiracy,” Mike
countered. “And in this case, I’m convinced that this
guy came here from Europe looking for the astral gate.
And I think he actually found it. And I think it’s
nearby and he hid its location somewhere on this
property. I think he tried to open the gate and it
destroyed his life—cursing this property in the
process.”
“Why do we want to find this thing again?”
Greg interjected.
Emmer ignored him. “What evidence do you
have
have to back up this nonsense?” he demanded.
“I’ll know it when I see it,” Mike said.
Emmer threw up his hands, but joined the
group as they trekked toward the center of the triangle
of land that made up the grounds of the former
mansion. Suddenly, the quartet heard barking coming
from somewhere off to their right. They broke into a
run, dodging branches and underbrush, until they
caught a glimpse of a group of five adults dressed in
white suits standing off in the distance near an old,
crumbling gazebo.
“Damn it, I thought we got rid of those guys!”
Mike exclaimed. In fact, the sharply-dressed Bible-
beaters hadn’t been seen in months.
“What are they doing here?” Emmer asked
rhetorically. “Shouldn’t they be in Haiti converting
the dark and swarthy heathens or something?”
“I know what they’re doing here,” Mike said.
“They’re here for the same reason we are. I told you
there was something to this!”
“Just because several people believe a delusion,
doesn’t make it any less delusional,” his friend shot
back.
As they closed the distance between them, The
Fallen saw that Casey the Coydog had somehow
circumvented the moat. Her mangy coat was bone
dry, and she barked and growled at the dapper
interlopers.
“Looks like you got here just in time!” the
middle-aged, brown haired woman at the center of the
group laughed as The Fallen came within ten yards.
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KISS fans have also visited the ruins...
More concrete debris.
She scrutinized them, noticing that they were soaking
wet from the knee down. “What happened to you?
Didn’t you know there’s a path from the highway to
right where we’re standing?”
“Shut up!” Aurelia growled. “What are you
doing here?”
The woman laughed again. “Hypocrites! You
claim the right to go wherever you want, but you
won’t extend that same right to us?”
“We’re not assholes,” Mike retorted. “What
have you found?”
“What do you mean?” the woman asked,
feigning innocence. “There’s something here to find?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” Mike
snapped.
The brown haired lady waved her hand and a
balding, rotund man pushed a crumbling, stained
book into her fingers. His hand bore a ring with a six-
pointed star embossed on its surface. “Oh, you mean
this?” she teased. “The journal that contains the
directions to the astral gate, how to open it, and the
ultimate secret to unlocking the world for our divine
mission?”
“Yeah, that,” Greg said.
“Give it to us!” Aurelia screamed and
brandished her fists threateningly.
As the middle aged woman shook her head,
two of the men behind her pulled small pistols out of
their pockets and pointed them at The Fallen. “I
assure you that unlike those idiot Devil-worshippers,
these guns are quite real,” the woman said. “I detest
violence, of course, but even Yahweh was vengeful
when He felt it necessary.”
For a moment, Aurelia looked as though she
was ready to test the fundamentalist’s resolve, but
Mike firmly took her by the arm and began backing
away. “We never pick fights we can’t win,” Mike
whispered. “Trust me, it’s better this way.”
“If you only realized how ridiculous all of you
look,” Emmer interjected with a quick chuckle. “Don’t
even get me started.”
The Bible-beaters threw him an angry glance,
but slowly withdrew down the overgrown path,
journal in hand.
Aurelia waited until they were out of sight
before she swore and struck at the air, while Greg
whistled for Casey the Coydog and embraced her
whe.
when she trotted over by his side.
“Good dog,” he whispered. “You did your
best.” He then turned and addressed the group.
“Well, that’s that, isn’t it? All this work for nothing.
Congratulations.”
Mike rolled his eyes. “Not quite,” he said.
“I’m not a complete moron. I thought there was a
chance that they would get here before we did,
especially since they seem to be working with those
Satanists somehow.”
“That still doesn’t make any sense to me,” Greg
said. “Why would they help each other? They have
exactly the opposite agenda.”
“It’s too bad neither heaven nor hell actually
exist,” Emmer interrupted.
“Whatever,” Mike snapped. “The important
thing now is that we stop them from opening that
gate. Luckily for us, I think I figured out where it is
without even looking at the Frenchman’s journal. But
we have to act quickly.”
To be continued…
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A narrow sidewalk or foundation rings the former
location of the mansion itself.
Book Review How have apparitions of the dead appeared in
Western culture over the centuries? How has that
appearance changed? Why has that appearance
changed? These were the questions Ronald C.
Finucane tackled in his book Ghosts: Appearances of the
Dead and Cultural Formation, and the answers he found
may surprise you.
Most academics would probably dismiss a
study like this, since the supernatural is not a “serious
subject,” or at least, not one to be taken seriously. But
as Finucane explained, “Even though ghosts or
apparitions may exist only in the minds of their
percipients, the fact of that existence is a social and
historical reality: the phenomena represent man’s
inner universe just as his art and poetry do (1).”
Beginning in the Classical Era of Greece and
Rome and ending in the twentieth century, Finucane
carefully dissected the cultural phenomenon of ghosts.
Not surprisingly, he found that ghosts have changed
over the millennia. Their appearance, their purpose,
and their mode of communication with the living have
all undergone important transformations.
For instance, in ancient Greece, the spirits of
the dead were seen as passive and fleeting. Only in
the Classical Era did they emerge from the
underworld to torment the living. In the later Middle
Ages, ghosts were everywhere—walking among the
living like any other member of society. The danse
macabre portrayed death as a daily companion and the
ultimate social equalizer. In the early modern world,
ghosts appeared as disembodied limbs to interfere in
the daily life of their living relatives. And, finally, in
our time, they have taken on a more vaporous and
indifferent quality.
Contrary to an earlier period, the author noted
that in the Victorian era ghosts seemed to have no
purpose whatsoever. “Most Victorian ghosts were
perceived as having nothing to say about buried
treasure, murders, revenge, legacies, and most
participants evidently felt no need to provide a
resolution to this puzzle,” he wrote (212).
One point with which I find myself in
disagreement is the author’s contention that ghosts
haven’t changed very much since Victorian times. He
insisted that contemporary ghosts are also
purposeless, remote, and usually of anonymous
origins. Nothing could be further from the truth, in
my opinion.
Crisis apparitions, in which family members
are seen shortly before or after their deaths, are among
the most common ghost sightings today. Further-
more, ghosts are often said to return to “ease the
anxiety of a loved one” or to remind the viewers of a
tragic incident. Those two examples might be
different from a ghost pointing out buried treasure,
but they are purposes none the less.
The idea that the appearance of the dead is tied
to human cultural experience is an important one. For
instance, it just might answer the question of why
ghosts wear clothes, or why ghosts used to be
burdened by chains but are no longer. Most
importantly, it suggests that ghosts are more a part of
the human experience than we generally assume.
Ghosts have been with us since the most
ancient of times, and cultural archeology shows us
that they are an fundamental part of our inner world.
Ronald C. Finucane, a professor of medieval history at
Oakland University in Rochester, Minnesota, has
written a wonderful book that I think everyone
interested in ghosts should read. g
R.C.
Finucane,
Ghosts:
Appearances
of the Dead &
Cultural
Transformati
on. Non-
Fiction.
ISBN-10: 1-
57392-068-1.
(Amherst:
Prometheus
Books,
1996.)
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Ghostly Games
This section is designed to put fun back into the
paranormal. Most of these ideas will have nothing to do
with poking around with an EMF detector and thinking
you’ve detected a ghost when you’re really just standing
under a power line.
Game #11: Cabinet of Curiosity
Ingredients
3-5 friends.
1 stop watch.
1 fake skull.
A cluttered closet.
Instructions
Before the game starts, players should make
sure that the closet is cluttered but not so much that it
makes movement impossible. Also, remove any
potentially hazardous items.
One player should hide the skull somewhere in
the closet (within view—the game should be difficult
but not impossible). Make sure that the other players
do not see where the skull was placed.
Taking turns, each player is allowed 1 minute
to find the skull with the closet door closed. The
player who finds the skull gets to hide the skull in the
next round.
Play continues until everyone has found the
skull at least once. Good luck! g
Trivia
Tough questions will be asked in this section. It is up to
you to uncover the clues and determine the solutions.
Sometimes you will find the answers buried in the current
issue; other times you will need to go to the location itself.
The answers to this month’s questions will be posted in next
month’s issue.
1. In what year did the Hartford Castle burn
down?
2. The original owner of the mansion came from
which European country?
3. What was the proper name given to the
Hartford Castle?
4. Off of which road can the property be
accessed?
5. When seen from the air, what shape (roughly)
is the moat surrounding the property?
6. In what year was the Hartford Castle built?
7. According to Trent Brandon’s Book of Ghosts,
what type of ghost would the original owner’s
bride be?
Go out and explore, and good luck!
Answers to last month’s questions:
1. 10 Miles. 2. Hugh Bowles. 3. A White Oak. 4. A Platt Map.
5. 200 E. 6. Abraham Lincoln. 7. Two.
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Part of the fabled moat.
The ruins of the bridge over the moat.