April 19, 2013 / 3:58 P.M.
In thirty minutes I will leave for a photographic assignment that will take me to one of the most active paranormal sites in the world; Octagon Hall near Franklin, Kentucky.
Octagon Hall ©2013 Copyright David Robert Farmerie
Construction on Octagon Hall began in 1847, after Andrew Jackson Caldwell ‘laid out the foundation for his new family home’. Mr Caldwell was looking for a structure with ‘distinction’, which led him to design the eight-sided architecture.
Completion of this construction wasn’t realized until 1859, the building became both a headquarters for his plantation, as well as the family home. Even after Andrew Jackson Caldwell’s death, in 1866, his widow, Harriet, continued to live there until 1918, when the house was sold.
Andrew Jackson Caldwell was a ‘very active pro – Confederate’. And with construction on Octagon Hall having been completed, just prior to the Civil War, Caldwell allowed Confederate soldiers to make good use of it. In addition to the house being used to hide Confederate soldiers – especially after Guerrilla attacks on the nearby railroad, it was also use as a Sanctuary, and hospital, throughout the war.
April 20, 2013 / 3:40 a.m.
I arrived early so that I could look over the exterior. I also wanted to be there when Keith Fournier, and his “Night Stalkers” team arrived. Within minutes of being inside the house, I wandered upstairs and directly into the “infirmary.” Immediately, as I entered the room, I became aware of something there. The energy was dense and heavy. Within five feet of entering the room, I was knocked backwards; my knees were buckled as I was pushed back, as if someone – some very large someone, had grabbed be across the upper part of my chest and, like a judo move, tossed me back. Eventually I was able to make it through to the other side of the room, and clear of the presence.
About thirty minutes later Melissa and Maria, two members of the NightStalkers team asked me to join them to look over the second floor, which I happily agreed to. As we hit the landing on the staircase I felt a strong presence, which was recorded in the control room by cameras positioned to see our position.
As we reached the top of the staircase, the “infirmary” laid straight ahead. As we entered, I was hit again. But this time I pushed back. As I did, I became aware of his size. He was enormous! I mentioned this to the team members, and it was then that they filled me in. The entity’s name is David, and he is reported to be about seven feet tall.
Toward the end of the night, Melissa asked me if I wanted to return to the “infirmary”so she could take a specialized device with us – in an attempt to get David to speak to us. Without hesitation, I agreed… and off we went.
As we entered the room, the confrontation with David repeated itself, however, this time, it had intensified. Again I caught myself, stumbling, nearly falling, only to have the process repeated each time I attempted to move forward in the room. After several bouts, I decided, again, to push back. I confronted David and, with my left hand out in front of me, I slowly moved him across to the other side of the room, where he seemed to remain. I returned to the opposite side of the room, letting him know that I was not there to be aggressive.
We attempted to open a dialog with David. Sporadically the voice device would activate. Single words only, cryptic but making sense. I decided to engage David in conversation, and opened myself up to listen. Soon after the dialog between us began, Melissa and I both came to surmise that David’s apparent aggression was not to keep us out, but rather, to get [my] attention.
I told him that I wanted to know his story, so that I could tell it to others. David began to lead me; first to a window in the infirmary room that looked out to the road. He made it clear that he wanted me to look.
It was then that I was told that David was charged with being a lookout. He would look out over the property, as well as out to the “Nashville Road” where, from his position, could see far to the north, and to the south, ever vigilant for approaching Union soldiers.
View from one of David’s vantage points. ©Copyright 2013 David Robert Farmerie
Then David led me to a window in the guest room – a second, and better, vantage point. Over the next several minutes I was led back and forth between the two windows, each time being encouraged to stand where he did, and gaze out. As I did, David would activate the device, affirming that we were in sync. It was then, that I became aware of what he was doing – what he wanted. David was telling me his story. When I acknowledged this, he affirmed it via the device.
I continued to dialog with him, and eventually he led me to make photographs from these vantage points. When I finished, David activated the device again. This time with the word “Story”.
Tomorrow; Part 2…