My wife, Ghost in the Darkness, raises and sells mini-rex rabbits. Two of her friends who also raise rabbits live in the town of Athens, TX. Several months ago she was doing some research on the 'net about Athens and she came across this forum discussion.
So of course, when I learned that we were going to be spending the day in Athens on July 4th I just had to go see the legendary haunted Fuller Park! Oh Yeah!
We had gone to Athens to pick up some rabbits and once that meeting was over we drove over to Gibson Road and quickly located the entrance to Fuller Park. The park is surrounded by an ancient crumbling stone fence. Upon arrival we found the entrance and stopped just outside the open gate. Ghost was on the phone at the time talking to one of her friends so I jumped out and headed on in.
The driveway into the park is not paved and the narrow dirt two-track continues on into the property, slowly meandering through the undergrowth. Being July in East Texas, not only was it damn hot, but it was muggy as hell to boot. I walked down the path for several yards just observing the woods around me and listening to the singing of inumerable birds and insects. After traveling several yards (Sorry, I'm not very good at judging distance, but it really didn't seem all that far.) I came to the cemetary on the right side of the path.
The cemetary contains only two graves, those of the late Mister and Misses Fuller. The undergrowth was heavy and poison ivy was abundant, so I didn't venture far enough off the main path to walk all the way around the small graveyard. I did however, pay close attention to the massive chain surrounding the graves and barring entry to the outside world. Oddly enough, there's no gate, the chain continues all the way around the cemetary. Remembering the claim by a previous visitor, I grabbed the chain to see if it was indeed, ice cold. Not surprising, though disappointing, it wasn't. Oh well. Not being one to forgo an opportunity when ghostly graveyards are involved, I stepped under the heavy chain and into the graveyard itelf. After getting a closer look at the graves, I stepped back under the chain and walked back to the car.
When I arrived back at the car I told Ghost (who was still on the phone
"Well get the camera and go back and take some pictures" she said.
Yes! So I grabbed the camera and headed back down to the cemetary. You can see the pictures if you like, they're located in the my pictures section on my 360 page. Which, if this works, can be found here: http://360.yahoo.com/profile-s57XL4o9dKgkyXX.eqPk87STDzwU
Since I had the camera I decided to walk on in a little further and see if I could locate the dreaded monkey cage. After walking down the track a little further I noticed a narrow, heavily overgrown trail leading off into the woods to the right. Looking off into the trees, I noticed a large, rust colored structure. I headed down the small trail and soon discovored that the rusty structure was in fact the ancient tin roof of the monkey cage.
As if the undergrowth wasn't bad enough, sometime in the past a large tree had fallen down in front of the monkey cage, barring the path. The remains of the tree looked as if this event had happened a few years ago. Undaunted, I worked my way around and over the fallen tree.
The door of the monkey was open, so of course I walked in. The interior has a high ceiling and a dirt floor. There is one central pillar holding up the roof structure and I noticed that the top of this pillar is sculpted in a neat, antique jungle pattern.
As I walked around the inside of the structure I found a lot of grafitti, an old burnt log with a broken beer bottle on top, a piece of rusty tin, a few other bits of litter here and there, and various words and symbols scratched in the dirt floor. Some of these latter appeared to have been done fairly recently. I didn't really care about what the scratchings had to say, and being short on time I didn't bother to take the time to read them. I did notice however, that the one symbol I saw clearly was a Star of David. Curious. I would have expected a pentagram, considering the stories of would be Satanists.
I took a few pictures of both the outside and inside of the monkey cage. They are located in the same file as the cemetary pics mentioned earlier.
I walked out of the monkey cage and made my way back down the trail and out to the main drive way. From there I followed the path further into the property until it came to an end where it intersected another narrow drive, this one being well grassed over.
Since Ghost and the kids were waiting for me back at the car, I decided that I had seen enough for this trip and made my way back up the drive way and out the main gate.
Admittedly, I was a little disappointed at not having any spooky encounters or finding anything weird, unexplainable, or down right creepy. But, in the end, I'm glad to have had the opportunity to explore this local urban legend and I hope to return one day for a longer, unhurried investigation. Preferably at night.
