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Monument to the Killough Massacre Page 2by
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Before
I actually visited the monument, I’d heard quite a bit about supernatural activity
there, including the aforementioned sighting of a Cherokee warrior and the mysterious
fog. Several paranormal investigators who’d been there had regaled me with stories
of odd temperature readings, electric fields, and other scientific measurements
often associated with ghosts. I wanted to see the place for myself, though, both
for the historical aspects, as well as the spirits that might be showing up there.
I drove through Jacksonville,
then headed north on highway 69. It wasn’t long until I saw a sign that said,
“Killough Monument” with an arrow pointing to the west. I followed FM 855 a short
distance until I came to an identical sign pointing south to FM 3405. I turned
my vehicle in that direction, and started looking for the monument. Almost an
hour later, I was still looking for it. There was a maze of little Farm/Market
roads and I covered most of them; more than a few times I was sure that I was
lost. I even stopped and asked people how to find the Killough Monument, but those
few that had even heard of it couldn’t tell me where it was. One gentleman offered
the observation that, “I think it’s around here somewhere, though.”
I
finally gave up, and pressed on to other destinations. By then it had become a
quest for me, though, so I knew that I’d return with a more detailed map and much
better instructions.
In a few weeks’ time, I’d found someone to give me
precise driving directions, and I followed them on an online map before ever leaving
home. If the monument was where they said it was, I’d been all around it on my
previous visit, and had even driven past the turn-off road.
Armed with
that information, I set out for Jacksonville
once again. Sure enough, I drove straight to the monument. |
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courtesy Janet Gregg, 2005 | |
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I
have to say that when you first see it, the stone obelisk is quite impressive
– the stone composition has the same look as W.P.A. buildings from the 1930’s.
The graves of those who were found dead are around its base, and the entire area
is surrounded by a fence with a historical marker near the entrance. It is beautifully
kept, and on that particular day, very serene. When I got out of my car I noticed
one thing that truly turned my stomach – someone had spray-painted a pentagram
on the parking lot. If I live to be three hundred years old, I will still never
understand how some people can bring themselves to vandalize property like that…
especially at a sacred place such as a cemetery.
I just shook my head,
sighed, and continued on. I walked through the gate, and walked around to take
a good look at the place. As I walked around inside the fence, a rush of emotion
hit me – it was as if I was feeling an overwhelming sense of fear. I think that
this was one of the strongest impressions that I had in the course of writing
this book. It was literally all that I could do to keep from running back to my
car and locking the doors.
There was certainly no rational reason for the
feeling. The place seemed to be very safe, and although it was far out in the
country, there were many homes within a short distance. I simply couldn’t explain
the feeling that I was experiencing, and the longer I stayed, the more intense
it became.
The scientific side of me was questioning whether or not my
imagination could simply be getting the best of me, but I dismissed that notion
immediately. It was too strong a sensation, and try as I wanted, I couldn’t get
rid of the sense of dread.
As I snapped a few photos, I realized that I’d
had as much as I could stand. Something was urging me to get away from there very
quickly, so I did. I managed to keep from running, but I did walk rather quickly.
I also couldn’t help but look back over my shoulder again and again, since I was
sure that something was coming for me.
I almost jumped into the car, slammed
the door shut, and then hit the electric locks. I felt better, but not that much.
It wasn’t until I was several miles down the road that I was feeling like myself
again.
Whether I had been influenced by supernatural forces at the massacre
site, or I’d just picked up on the residual feelings from that terrible event,
I’ll probably never know. I want to go back though, if for no other reasons than
to pay my respects to the settlers who are buried there. It was an experience
that I want to explore further.
If you visit Killough Monument, please
remember that is a memorial to a family who died in a very tragic way. As with
any cemetery or sacred ground, be respectful, and please do not take anything
out with you but photographs. | Killough
Monument is not the most intuitively obvious place to find, and in fact, I had
to make a couple of trips there before I ran across it myself. Here are the directions
to make it a little easier on you:- From
the intersection of Highway 69 & Farm/Market (FM) Road 855 go west on FM 855 until
you reach FM 3405. There is a sign there (or was at one time) that reads “Killough
Monument” and points to the left.
- Turn
left on FM 3405 and go just about .4 miles to FM 3411.
- Turn
right on FM 3411 and go .6 miles until you reach a road with a green gate with
a huge boulder on either side. That is actually FM 3431, but there is no sign
there.
- Turn
left and proceed through the gate – the monument and cemetery are at the end of
the road.
©
Mitchel Whitington
Excerpted from "Ghosts of East Texas and the Pineywoods"
Published with permission, October 8, 2005 |
"Ghosts of East Texas
and the Pineywoods"
by Mitchel Whitington
Publisher: 23 House
(April, 2005) | |
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