The Real Haunted Story Of Rhodes Hall

Is torn between the past and present, between the modern and the traditional. Atlanta, a city that was once a center of racism and white supremacy in the antebellum S, is now home to areas that are 60% black. Home to landmarks like the Martin Luther King Junior National Historic Site and the Atlanta History Center.

The city stands as a tribute to its significant involvement in both the Civil War and the civil rights movement of the 1960s. An alternative type of legacy lives on at the notoriously haunted Rhodes Hall.

Constructed in 1904 by Arden Southern sympathizers, the imposing Rhodes Hall stands as a monument to the city's troubled history.

All of the furnishings and decorations, including some less than attractive artwork, are still there, and the home itself has been mostly unaltered by the passage of time. The most terrifying part is that the original owners supposedly still lurk in the castle like a state where they died.

Rich furniture magnate Amos Giles Rhodes spared no cost in creating the plans for the Eternal home he and his wife would share.

The sinister sounding Stone Mountain supplied the granite that Rhodes had his new house fashioned from in the similarly sinister Romanesque Revival style. As I sing on the cake, roads installed 300 light bulbs around the house, making it seem like a starry citadel.

The house is imposing with its sweeping stone arches, well manicured landscape and a tower with windows that seems to have been transported from another time and place.

In 1904, Amos and Amanda took up residence in the mansion and wasted no time amassing an impressive collection of rare and pricey furnishings. The inside is adorned with opulent furnishings, including throne shaped seats with intricate carvings, golden chandeliers.

Enormous 4 poster beds and a swarm of stone angels standing guard. Worst of all, the roads commissioned a massive stained glass painting that traced the Confederacy's assent to power.

Nathan Bedford Forrest, a former grand Wizard of the KKK, is shown in the painting, which spans 3 panels. The new house was the dream to Amos and Amanda, who were ecstatic about it in 1927. Amanda died at home and in 1928 her husband came home soon after after their parents passed away. The Rhodes Children gave George a title to the house.

Thousands of people visited the Haunted House attraction. Was housed at the mansion from 1984 until 1992. They had no idea that what they were experiencing may have really happened.

Today, the enormous Peachtree Street Estate stands out dramatically against the backdrop of towering business buildings and the were of hundreds of automobiles zipping by. The preservation of Georgia's architectural heritage is the mission of the Georgia Trust, an organization that has ensured that Rhodes Hall will remain in the state in perpetuity. The mansion, now a protected historic landmark, welcomes guided tours and hosts weddings and other celebrations inside its ancient stone walls.

And, as some have speculated, the grumpy ghosts of the original proprietors. Evidently, Amos and his wife were so taken with their lofty fortress like House that they saw no need to leave.

According to urban legend, the elderly couple's souls are said to linger in the ancient, creaking halls of Rhodes. Even now, the large front doors of the hall have welcomed hundreds of tourists, wedding groups and tour guides throughout the years, and a good many of them have fled. Screaming back the way they came. Rhodes Hall is certainly an impressive historical site, but it is not a place to visit if you are easily frightened.

As they aged in their dazzling southern shrine, Amos and the missus spent much of their time alone, watching the world go by. They preferred their own company, that much was certain.

The roads clearly do not like visitors, so if this was true in life, it seems to ring much truer in death guests and tour guides alike have reported an intense sense of hostility the moment they step foot in Rhodes Hall.

As if whatever is hiding there wants them out of there immediately. An exceptionally horrific anecdote is told by 1 tour guide, who worked at Rhodes Hall for a short while before leaving.

A late night behind the scenes tour had just concluded when the guide arrived at the hall. Desire after a hard day on the job was to get home and spend time with her cat Mitzi. However,

Mitzi would be delayed. The tool guide was about to leave. She heard a figure stealthily making their way up the rear. She had just seen her final coworkers go, and now she was frozen. Her breath caught in her throat.

No one else should have been in this area of the building. But her? The steps were heavy and gradual, and a third sound like cane tapping accompanied them every step of the way. A low, masculine voice started to squawk and yell out. Get out. Get out. As the footsteps approached, the tour guide wished and hoped it was all in her head. Her coworkers were being harsh.

No one responded when she yelled out to them out of nowhere, the horrifying figure of a stooped elderly guy with his cane extended before him and his unruly hair flying in all directions. Materialized along the dimly lighted wall. Eventually, the deep male voice sounded like it was yelling. Get. Get out the tour guide.

Clearly not interested in staying any longer, bolted down the main staircase and out the front door. Leaving no trace that she had ever been there. She abruptly left the next day by phone and never came back.