Great stuff here folks, can't wait to dig through all of it!
QUOTE(Anvil @ Oct 3 2007, 11:57 AM)

A little Frankenstein looking lol. It could be a reflection, there is obviously some trees around going by the branch in the corner.
LOL! Yeah, probably the trees. Or maybe this guy:
QUOTE(Tahmnong @ Oct 3 2007, 03:54 PM)

Apparently it is more popular than I realized? haha, it even has its own wikipedia page..perhaps you have heard of it, the Bartonville State Asylum?
I would love to see some ghost show check it out

I was wondering if Bartonville would come up. We used to hunt that place as kids... or at least try to. I'm not sure what spooked us more, the police or the ghosts! There was a great write up in I think the Tazwell News about it by (if I'm not mistaken) Dewayne Bartels, but I can't locate it online - maybe at the library if you're still close to that area. It was in the late 80's or early 90's. Hey, if you are and find it I'd love to see a copy. DeWayne got more than he bargained for, that's all I really remember about his experience.
One of my very favorite ghost stories comes out of Bartonville. I actually knew a person who was living at the hospital either at the time or shortly after and he often talked about the story of Old Book. There were over 400 witnesses to this event!
The story goes, there was an old man who they think had a breakdown and was a mute. All they knew about him is that he once worked as a bookbinder so they called him "Old Book". He often watched from the window as they held grave services for those that passed on. Noticing his interest, and in need of help, the staff asked Old Book if he would like to assist. Not only did he help bury these often friendless patients, but he showed great emotion at each funeral. There was a giant elm tree which he would grasp and passionately cry on during each service. When he got older he was no longer able to help with burials, but even when he was confined to a wheelchair and in poor health he dutifully attended each service, rain or shine, and stayed near his tree paying his respects.
Eventually it was Old Book's turn and he was to be buried close to his favorite elm tree. Word spread quickly, Old Book was well liked and Dr. Zeller decided everyone should attend. Over 100 nurses and several hundred patients attended, far more than the dozen or so that usually attended most patient's services. Dr. Zeller officiated the services himself and wrote about his experiences, much has also been written and passed down by the hundreds that attended and witnessed the events that unfolded. According to Dr. Zeller's writings, "Just as the choir finished the last lines of 'Rock of Ages', the men grasped the ropes, stooped forward, and with a powerful, muscular effort, prepared to lift the coffin, in order to permit the removal of the crossbeams and allow it to gently descend into the grave. At a given signal, they heaved away the ropes and the next instant, all four lay on their backs. For the coffin, instead of offering resistance, bounded into the air like an eggshell, as if it were empty!"
Many ran away. Many came closer to see what the commotion was about. But all near began to hear a strange wailing noise. It didn't take long for everyone present to figure out where the noise was coming from - the old elm tree! There stood Old Book, for all to see, wailing and grasping his tree.
"It was awful, but it was real," Dr. Zeller wrote. "I saw it; 100 nurses saw it and 300 spectators saw it."
Within days the tree started to wither and slowly die away. They tried everything, dousing it with water, bringing in specialists (it was a large and beautiful tree), but nothing seemed to help and the tree continued it's slow death. Within a year of Old Book's funeral the tree was dead. Dr. Zeller ordered the tree cut down, but the workers quickly came back to Dr. Zeller refusing to attempt any further work. Apparently each time they would strike the tree they would hear the mysterious wailing of Old Book. Dr. Zeller then ordered them to burn the tree. But shortly after the flames were lit the workers again heard the crying and painful wailing of the tree and quickly put out the flames. The doctor gave up his efforts and let the tree fall into decay, leaving it as the lone marker of Old Book's grave.
Most that lived there at the time are now passed on, but if you visit the old timers or nursing homes in the area, you may be able to hear some interesting second hand stories of Old Book. I was always fascinated by this story because of all the eye witnesses, how could 400 people, including one of the most famous mental health doctors of the era
lie about such a thing?! Or maybe it was just the moon refracting off of Venus...