HAUNTED
PLACES
Baldwin Hill
Livingston, AL
Birmingham Public Library
Archives
Birmingham, AL
Brown Hall
Athens, AL
Burrelson House
Decatur, AL
Cedarhurst Mansion
Huntsville, AL
Cleveland House
Suggsville, AL
Founders Hall
Athens, AL
Gainswood
Demopolis, AL
King
House
Montevallo, AL
Leehaven
Coatopa, AL
Main Residence Hall
Montevallo, AL
Marengo
Lowndesboro, AL
McCandeless Hall
Athens, AL
Palmer Hall
Montevallo, AL
Pickens County Courthouse
Carrollton, AL
Reynolds
Hall
Montevallo, AL
Sloss Furnaces
Birmingham, AL
Sturtivant Hall
Selma, AL
UNA Bookstore
Florence, AL
Upchurch House
Livingston, AL
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Burrelson/McIntire House
By Robert Parham
I know a ghost legend about the McIntire House that I have heard all of
my life. But here’s the whole problem. I sort of have the impression
that a member [of the McIntire family] fabricated it. The way the story
goes is that it’s supposed to be the ghost of a young Union soldier.
There was only one time that an incident like this happened, and it was in
November of 1864. The story goes that the Union soldiers were being
hard-pressed to leave Decatur, and a young soldier was mortally wounded
and brought into the house, which served as a hospital at the time. They
couldn’t give him a proper burial because sharpshooters from atop of the
old State Branch Bank were shooting down at them, so they took up some
floorboards in the parlor floor and placed his body there.
Now when I was a kid, I used to frequently go to the McIntire House and
talk to Mrs. McIntire, and she showed me where the old boards were (of
course, new boards had replaced them years before). She aid they put his
body under the floor. When hood left across the Tennessee River, there
were southern troops harassing them from atop of the Old State Branch
Bank, and this is when the young man was shot. After Hood retreated across
the Tennessee River into Iuca, MS, Union troops came back to Decatur and
reconstructed the fort and gave the boy’s body a proper burial. But his
mother grieved herself to death over the loss of their son. Mrs. McIntire
said that the ghost in the house is hers, not her son’s.
When I was a kid, we’d sit on the curb and wait for the ghost to
appear. And I remember one night, this upper room was facing this side of
the street, and a light in one of the rooms was on. All of a sudden, the
silhouette of this woman goes by, and man—everyone was gone. We had seen
the ghost! Actually, it was Mrs. McIntire walking through the house.
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