Appalachia's Most Haunted

02/27/2024

Now that it's not as cold as a co**se outside, who's ready for a tour of the Downtown Whitesburg National Register Historic District?

11/01/2023

10/29/2023

Thanks to everyone who attended the Haunted History Walk, and thanks to Ellena Wright for the pictures. I hope you all enjoyed it.

10/28/2023

Remember, just because Halloween is almost here doesn't mean tours of the Downtown Whitesburg National Register Historic District have to stop. Tonight is the last scheduled Haunted History Tour of the season, but you can still contact us here to schedule a custom tour.

10/28/2023

Don't forget the Haunted History Tour will begin at 6:00 p.m. and we'll take a slightly different route because of Oktoberfest.

We'll still meet at the walking bridge near the Farmer's Market.

10/27/2023

No, really?

In case you can't see it, the monument of the right sort of states the obvious.

10/26/2023

It was early October in 1931. The leaves were just beginning to turn as Roy Campbell and Sherman Halcomb tramped up Black Mountain at the head of Lewis Creek, hunting game for the table.
What they found was entirely different.
They were traveling up the left fork of the creek when they reached a rock ledge on the right side of the branch, and there they found a small wooden box, about 2 feet long by 14 inches wide.
A treasure, perhaps! Gold hidden during the Civil War, silver from Swift's mine!
They pried the lid from the box and found neither gold nor silver. There were no jewels or precious stones.
Inside the box were the skeletal remains of a human being.
Hidden long before, the body had been dismembered and placed in the box. The flesh was gone, leaving only the dry bones.
Along with the collection of bones was a set of decaying clothes and a pair of shoes estimated as size 9.
Beyond that, history doesn't tell us what happened, but it does hold a lesson for those curious about what may be in a random box on a random mountain.
Schrodinger tells us such a box may contain a cat that is both dead and alive until the box is opened. This tale shows us a cat should be the least of our worries.

10/22/2023

There's still lots of color in our beautiful mountains! Come stay at the Mountain View before the rains bring the leaves down.

10/22/2023

Thanks to everyone who came to the. Haunted History Tour tonight. If you missed it tonight, we're doing it again next Saturday. Tickets are available on our EventBrite page.

10/21/2023

There''s only two tickets left for the Haunted History Walk at 6 p.m. tonight (Oct. 21). T--shurts will be available at the walk, but sizes may be limited because if prior sales. $15 each, cash only.

See you at the walking bridge by the Farmer's Market

10/19/2023

10/08/2023

Click this link or the one in the event for tickets.

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/haunted-history-walk-2023-tickets-734243009607?aff=oddtdtcreator&fbclid=IwAR3RYooTnNkPx4ydtODJ2nJSys5b-eDsXDRfF_KKPU1VzTUuDPGe_ksum58

Take a walk through the haunted history of Whitesburg, Kentucky.

10/06/2023

The first reserved tour of the season is over. Thanks to everyone who attended. I'm glad you enjoyed it!

10/05/2023

Almost ready for a special reservation-only history tour.

We'll be announcing our public Haunted History Tour dates soon, or send us a message if you'd like a reserved tour.

09/21/2023

Thank you to everyone who came out for the history tour yesterday. I hope you enjoyed it!

09/21/2023

MAYKING, KY., September 30, 1935 --

Jim Flinchum was a drinking man.

Not a rip-roaring, knee-crawling drunk, not a fighting drunk, but he was known to take a swallow or two of libations of the intoxicating variety now and again, and remain a generally quiet and peaceful man.

By day, Jim was a sawmiller, a farmer and raised a tolerable big family, most of whom were grown. The family lived at Sergent, a few miles upriver from Whitesburg.

The last time anybody saw Jim Flinchum – at least all of him at one time – was on Sunday, September 29, 1935.

He was around Mayking at the time and seemed sober and fine. But Jim never came home that night and he never showed up at the sawmill the next morning.

People went looking for him, and they sure enough found him back behind Charlie Hogg's house at Mayking. Jim Flinchum's body – what was left of it – was lying on the railroad tracks, run over by the L&N.

While his body was badly damaged, his head was a different matter. It just wasn't there at all.

In spite of the best efforts of the police and the neighbors, come Saturday, when The Mountain Eagle newspaper was published,
there was still no sign of Jim Flinchum's head.

Nearly two weeks went by when word reached Whitesburg of a grisly discovery and an even grislier result.

It seems that somewhere below Neon, a human head – singed and covered in ash – had been found, and folks from Whitesburg to Neon were breathless with excitement and horror.

Despite the unlikely proposition that two severed human heads were rolling around on the railroad tracks between Mayking and Neon, no one was willing to jump to the conclusion that this now nearly 3-week-lifeless noggin was the unclaimed property of Headless Jim Flinchum.

With no knowledge of DNA nearly 90 years ago, officials in the railroad town of Neon did the only reasonable thing.

They put the head on exhibition.

Within a week county officials determined that the head did indeed belong to Jim Flinchum and not to some other unfortunately decapitated resident who had somehow escaped notice.

Then, and only then, was Jim Flinchum's head reunited with his body and laid permanently to rest.

09/20/2023

Aren't these boo-tiful? I think so, but my daughter made them, so ...