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Ghostly Visitors



Ghostly Visitors


     Several ghosts are said to reside in the Tumble Inn, apparently to have a little "fun" on earth.  "Uncle Earl" continues to raid the refrigerator for beer.  Another uncle returns after his death to play cards.  More spirits rearrange suitcases and sit on the front porch swing.
  Ghosts are known to visit other parts of the Barbee Lakes area. There is a story about a house down the road from the Tumble Inn, a house that contains a very "clean" ghost.  Nearby Herron Lake was considered to be a "very spooky place."

          "Ghost cleans up after a party"
Andy Kuzma:  The only story I know is when I used to live up at the lakes during the summer, and I knew some guys who had a rented a cottage down close to the Jot-Em-Down. They had thrown a party one night and had gone to bed with the place being a total mess. The next day when they woke up the place was spotless. The said that the little old lady that had lived there was a real neat freak, and they swear that she had cleaned up that place. (She had been dead for a couple of years but had always lived that cottage). They were sure she was there because other things happened too.

The "clean house" today.

"Ghost is a clean freak"
Sara Alberson:  What about that lady who owned the house down the road from us? She was a clean freak, and when she died, these bunch of guys bought the house, and they were party animals. They would party all night, and when they woke up in the morning, the house was spotless. She would clean the whole house.
P.V. Sheridan: That would happen to a lot of people who owned that cottage. It’s across the street from us, down by the bridge, just past the Jot ‘Em Down.

"Ghost of Earl visits Tumble Inn kitchen"
Meng Sheridan:  Do you have the Earl story? Earl was Grandma's second husband loved by none in the family. After Grandma Opal died, Earl had plans to give the cottage to HIS daughters who had no connection to the cottage. Everyone, especially Betty (Grandma Opal's heir) was extremely upset. Earl decided to deed the cottage to his daughters and on the way to the lawyers at the Lake, he was hit by a truck and killed instantly. The cottage therefore stayed in the family. One night after I had been going to the cottage for a few weeks (1980), I woke up in the middle bedroom and heard a noise in the kitchen. I looked through the open door and saw a tall, old, skinny man getting a Budweiser out of the refrigerator. He turned and looked at me and because of the refrigerator light I had a good look at him. I turned to my new husband and told him to wake up that there was a strange man in the kitchen. He turned to look but the man had vanished. After telling Danny what the man looked like, he immediately explained "That must have been Earl".

[picture of kitchen coming soon.]

"Dead uncle plays cards and drinks beer"
Danny Sheridan:  I remember the story of Dad's [Bob’s] uncle. He came to stay with us at the lake for a week. No one expected him so we all were much surprised. He ate with us, slept in our bedrooms, drank Wiederman beer, played cards. After he left, a telegram arrived from England informing us that our great-uncle had died a month earlier.

"Uncle visits cottage after death"
Bob Sheridan:  In 1918, they were building the cottage at the lake in the spring. And while they were building, my uncle showed up (that would have been your great-great grandfather’s brother, Jennifer). He was in the army and he would probably be going overseas pretty soon, and this would be the last time he’d see them. And he left. Three days later, his mother got a telegram that he’d been killed in the war a week before.


"Suitcases move during the night"
Betty Sheridan:  When we were first married, Bob and I were up at the lakes, and when we were in bed at night and the suitcases were on the floor, and they always moved. You could hear them all night long moving around in the kitchen. When we’d get up in the morning, they’d be right where we’d left them before. But that’s a true story. I’m not lying.

[picture of Tumble Inn interior coming soon]

"Uncle Bob’s crutches move by themselves"
Bob Sheridan:  Your grandma’s [Betty] brother Bob was on the Ball State football team. During spring practice, he broke his leg, and he walked on crutches, and he stayed at the lakes while he was getting better. And he got better up at the lakes and put the crutches in the attic. One day, Grandma [Betty] was lying in bed, and she heard something up in the attic, and she didn’t know what it was. Then it sounded like somebody walking on crutches or something. Anyway, she thought she was kind of dreaming—half-awake, half-asleep. Next morning, when she woke up and started to clean the house, there were the crutches, laying next to the bed.

[picture of front porch swing coming soon.]

"Spirits move porch swing"
Jennifer Sheridan:  I was sleeping in the living room one time. I was on the couch next to the window that leads out to the front porch. I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of the front porch swing creaking. Every one was asleep, so no one could be on the swing. I thought "Well, it must be the wind." But it couldn’t have been the wind, because I was right next to a window, and the curtains weren’t moving. If the wind was blowing strong enough to move the swing, the curtains would have been blowing, too. I was too scared to go look at the swing so I went back to sleep. At least, I tried to go back to sleep, anyway. The next day I asked my dad what could have made the noise. He said that everyone in the cottage was asleep at the time, but when my great grandparents were alive, they used to swing on the porch swing at night. So I think that their spirits still enjoy sitting on the front porch swing.

"Herron Lake ghosts"
P.V. Sheridan:  Herron Lake north and east of our cottage was a very haunted area, too, because there were no cottages on it and a couple of people had drowned there, and it was a very spooky place. It was surrounded by a swamp. And everybody’d say they’d see ghosts there, but I think that it was swamp gas. The swamp gas would make a luminous light in the swamp and it was a very spooky thing to see. You could see it from our cottage; little will o’ the wisps type things. That was what it was called: will o’ the wisps or swamp gas.




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Sunday, June 24, 2001