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Hauntings of the Daphne Masonic Hall

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Hauntings of the Daphne Masonic Hall

Amanda Herman

The woods around the Haunted Masonic Lodge in Daphne, Alabama are not haunted by the spirits called upon by the weirdly rumored rituals that go along with masonic conspiracy, but by a man and his brother involved in a devastating accident. A group of Union soldiers were transporting supplies when they were ambushed by a group of Confederates. The wounded were taken to a shelter, but one man that was shot in the head was unresponsive to those trying to help him. Obviously effected by the bullet lodged into his brain, and unable to acknowledge anything happening around him, he did not go with the other troops, and in his now muddied and tattered uniform, helmet nowhere in sight, he wandered into the woods near present-day Whispering Pines. A group of women and children found the man and offered him fresh water and food, but he as still unaware of their presence. He just wandered blankly through the dense trees until the Union troops returned. The women and children tried with all their might to convince the man to hide, to no avail. Once spotted, the Union General shouted to the wounded soldier, “Stop, or I’ll shoot!” The second bullet that hit the man that day went through his heart, and he passed away. The general approached the man, and he began to feel panicked when he realized it was one of his own. He began to weep uncontrollably as he rolled the body over and admitted to himself that he had just shot his own brother. The women and children witnessed the whole scene. As the shocked general heard the confederates returning to the area upon alert from his gun sounding, he ran back to the safety of his infantry. The women, wanting to show the fallen soldier the respect deserved, they hid his body until they could return in the night and give him a proper burial. But when the fighting was over that night had finally fallen, the body was nowhere to be found. It is said that the man is still wandering the woods, unaware of his surroundings, unaware of his death, and that his brother is still weeping for him not far away.

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Another haunting that is focused around the Haunted Masonic Hall in Daphne, Alabama is that of the Confederate soldier that was placed in the woods to protect a hoard of valuables that were collected from the townspeople. The Union soldiers that traveled through the area were rumored to raid the villagers and take whatever they pleased, so the people gathered what they loved or needed and placed it all in the woods until the troops passed. When the folks returned to the area where their valuables were being held, they found that the hole was empty and the guard was shot. The Confederate guard is said to still haunt the woods around the area, and when the spirit found that a building was being erected in his area around 1920, he went ahead and made himself at home. The now vacant building was first a grocery store, then a Masonic Lodge, and later donated to the Daphne Police Department. It’s rumored that even the men who were trained to serve and protect felt a little too vulnerable in such a paranormally active building. 

Ever since its very first days, reports of feeling a presence being inside with you have been abundant. The ghost, or ghosts, in the area are known to make a racket, but never really bothered anyone until Mr. Cauley Burnett, in 1940, was just having a day and wasn’t in any mood to be putting up with the paranormal show. He cursed the spirit that was banging around in the upstairs corridors, and the instant those harsh words left Burnett’s lips, a cold wind rushed down the stairs and slammed into his chest. It was as if a hand was gripped onto his neck, lifting the large man off the ground and up the wall. As Burnett gasped for air, he spit our any and every bible verse he could pick from his racing head, and just when he thought he was at the end of his struggle, the grip lessened and he fell to the floor.