Black Aggie

black aggie

Welcome to The bloggy, bloggy boo, my new blog documenting the eerie side of America.

I never thought much about ghosts since I was a neurotic kid, but when I started to travel with V. I began to be receptive to the strange feelings that went beyond adult neuroses. From the obvious charge of cemeteries and battlefields, to unexpected places like chain hotels and Cracker Barrel gift shops, I would notice certain sensations, and even see and hear things that seem to defy explanation. Whether these carry supernatural meaning or are just scary stories I tell myself, I can’t answer. At the very least, I’m drawn to learn more about the history of these dark and mundane places, so whatever the explanation behind these sensations, I remember the dead.

Black Aggie is a brooding, veiled statue that haunted Baltimoreans for decades. Legend had it that her eyes glowed a demonic red at midnight, and frat boys dared initiates to spend the night in her cold dead arms – with sometimes fatal results. Vandals and curiosity seekers flocked to the Agnus family plot in Baltimore’s Druid Ridge Cemetery – so many, in fact, that the cemetery removed the statue in 1968 gave the statue away in 1967.

Today, she’s hidden in Washington, and not in plain sight. To find her you have to walk down a passageway just off Laffayette Square, to a courtyard behind the Dolly Madison House. I went searching for her in what is now The US Court of Appeals for the Federal Circuit, among patio tables where courthouse workers enjoyed their lunch and the unseasonably cool summer weather. At the far end of the courtyard, isolated like the most unpopular kid in the lunchroom, is a dark, intimidating sculpture. I immediately felt the sensation of drowning and dread. Her eyes, even if the legend of midnight glowing is simply a legend – are empty and creepy.

Black Aggie has a sister in Rock Creek Church Cemetery – the Adams Monument, aka “Grief.” Both monuments are within walking distance of my house, and in between tales from far-reaching places, I’ll now and then tell you about my back yard.


3 Responses to “Black Aggie”

  1. Here’s a more thorough history of Aggie and her cousin, The Adams Memorial, thann the one I linked to above:

  2. I thought “ghost blog” was a descriptive phrase for a blog like mine, inhabited only by formerly animate spirits and visited only rarely by the incorporeal. Glad to see, once again, I was wrong!

    In the past few weeks, I’ve learned of some local fright sites you should experience. We’ll prep the hide-a-bed for you.

  3. Creepy and so interesting. Fantastic photographs. I look forward to reading and seeing more.

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