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Whitfield moves in as new SHS assistant principal

Forget about cool new kid in town, try cool new administrator. Mr. Wesley Whitfield, Salem High School’s new assistant principal comes to the school from Paoli where he used to teach Government and Economics. “It was stuff I was interested in,” Whitfield says about the subjects he taught, “it has an impact on things.” Whitfield student taught under Principal Derek Smith, when Smith was the Government teacher. “He was helpful,” Whitfield says, commenting on Smith, “He gave me a lot of ideas on classroom management.”

“I wanted to be an administrator.” Whitfield says about coming to be on the SHS staff. “Student teaching under Mr. Smith made the move easier.” He says he likes being a principal; it all goes back to one thing, “I wanted to be involved with all the students instead of just one class of seniors.”

But it’s not all work for Mr. Whitfield, for fun he likes to play golf and watch sports, mainly football and baseball. His favorite teams being University of Michigan (football) and the Atlanta Braves (baseball).

Mr. Wesley Whitfield

Written by:  Jessica “Charlie” Seabolt


Bridgewater Cemetery beckons with the thrill of paranormal activity

What do you believe?  It is yours to decide.

Led on with fingerprints on car windows, shadows lurking at the gates, and temperature drops, Southern Indiana’s public have been exposed to the idea of life-after death-lurking there. What draws people to Bridgewater Cemetery?

Bridgewater Cemetery, on the outskirts of Scottsburg, Indiana, is home for the dead. The cemetery is exposed on a hill, led up by a narrow gravel road. Basically, it has spooky written all over it-and that is what attracts so many thrill seekers.

Who starves for a thrill as scrumptious and real as a good scare? I decided to take a risk and explore the cemetery and its legends for myself and documentation purposes.

In past articles I had read, the young author and friends never ventured outside their car. That was my mission: To see every nook and cranny of the graveyard and the woods behind it. It was no small task, but I pinned my courage to my sleeve and hoped for the best.

It was around one in the morning on October 24th, my birthday, and my stomach began to twist and dance as Jacob Morgan, Logan, Andrew, and I rode down the road. Brittney Scifres, Josh Thompson, Swiss, and Zack Rhodanson (New Albany High School) followed us from behind with another car. After perilous attempts to find Bridgewater Road, we finally found it. We took a turn onto the gravel road. My heart began to beat like a hammer, almost unbearable, but enjoyable.

As the hill crept closer, I turned my head to the left for what seemed like a second, and then did a double take. I couldn’t believe my eyes! The last house on this corpsed road was on the LEFT and the street number was 3666. A sign of danger or wronged actions forward? Yes.

We ignored this sign and continued forward up the hill. When we arrived, there were about six cars already parked in the driveway. My hopes plummeted. I wanted to have the graveyard to myself and my party. We parked and then, of course, there came a few people with an attempt to scare us off with scary tales and weird happening from yesteryear.  I was growing impatient.

We entered the gate and chills ran down my spine. There was a full moon out, and it lit the entire cemetery. It was nice, though the graves marked it with a grim feeling. I began taking an abundance of pictures with my film camera, just in case the battery stories were true. My group led the way as I stumbled over stones, my attention fully drawn to my camera.

The group made their way to the back of the cemetery. The temperature had dropped. I didn’t really notice it until I glanced over at Josh and caught him caressing his arms and shivering. Then it hit me, did I really want to go in the woods, on the forbidden trails?

I decided to follow the group in to the woods. And no, that was not peer pressure, it was common sense, because who would stay in a cemetery that is HAUNTED alone? I was led by what seemed like 10 other people. I was last in line, and it gave me a bad feeling. Being last in line in the movies is just plain wrong. The last person in line always gets dragged away or slaughtered first. I continued walking as I stumbled over more roots and stones with horror movie clips racing through my mind.

After minutes in the woods, the group came to a bend and a halt. There were some girls in the front that had gotten scared, so the group in front cut through my group and walked back to the cemetery. We began to venture back also, for fear of what we’d experience on the trail. We had heard many legends and frankly, didn’t want to partake in them.

As we arrived back to the scene of the grave site, I felt more comfortable. I was glad to be out of that forest of terror. We walked back to the gate and stopped for a quick chat. The lead fellow of the other group told us tales of the black soldiers buried outside of the cemetery. After many mindless corrections, I finished all the stories he had started.

We began to gaze at the so called, “Hanging Tree”.  Legend has it that they would hang African Americans on that tree, and there was a messed up face reported to appear at times in random with the shadows of the night. We pondered the names of graves and paced back and fourth, from one grave to another. The graves of the blacks gave me a feeling of pity.

We decided to enter the graveyard once again and stand in a circle in the middle of it. We did so, and began to perform EVPs. EVP stands for electronic voice phenomena and is the action of recording question and answer sessions from human to spirit in attempt to get feedback from beyond the grave.

The first time we performed an EVP, the group was a little immature. They were spouting out perverted questions, trying to be the funny one in the group (mostly the other group, not mine). One question was asked that I can remember, and will probably remember forever. One lad asked, “Are you a virgin?” to the spirits. As soon as his mouth had shut, I felt a slight breath on my neck. It felt as though someone was breathing on me. I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth, begging it to stop. After everyone was done, I picked up my phone and deleted the recording.

The other group decided to leave. That is what I had been wishing for all evening. They pulled out of the drive and began back on the road. We were finally alone. There were only eight of us left. It was cold, quiet, and mysterious. We decided to attempt another EVP. So I put my phone on the ground and hit record. There was no breeze, no one else around, and it was silent. No one was talking or moving at all. Then, one by one, we asked it civilized questions like, “How old are you? How did you die?”

We heard nothing, but continued to be still. Jacob, starving from lack of entertainment and longing for something catastrophic to happen, began to taunt the spirits. This was not a good idea from the beginning. I knew that this was a bad idea, down in my gut.

After stopping the recording, Josh suddenly threw himself towards me and was in complete fright. I asked him what was wrong. He claimed to have seen someone run across the back of the cemetery. That is impossible, I told him, because there was no one else there. And you cannot enter the graveyard from behind. It is one way in, one way out. He was certain of it though. So Jacob pointed his flashlight towards the direction Josh saw the shadow and nothing was there. Jacob turned off the flashlight and we all grew silent.

Josh then again got frightened, within seconds he was unable to talk and was shaking, pointing towards the spotting of the last shadow. Suddenly, we all saw something run from one side of the graveyard to the other. We heard the wind pick up, and we all got spooked. So we all started sprinting towards the gate. Josh ran past me, and I am usually pretty fast, so he must have been convinced that whatever he saw was real, because he was flying past me with fear right behind him.

We got to the gate and split up. All of us except Jacob and Zack went to the car to listen to the recording. Jacob and Zack decide to go back into the cemetery while we sat in the car. Josh and I were in the back seat. I got out my phone and started to play the recording. We were all still and silent. What we found was shocking.

There was no breeze while we were recording. There was no one talking, no one moving, and everyone was silent. No one else was around. But in the recording, you could hear slight laughter, whispering, and footsteps. After a while, you could hear what sounded like someone trying to pick up my phone. It was very shocking to hear because as we were recording, all of my attention was to my phone and it was never moving or anything.

Josh got out of the car and flagged Jacob and Zack over, but didn’t have to because they came running out of the cemetery and got in their car. We told them that we had a successful EVP and we got in their car and drove off. Goodbye, Bridgewater Cemetery and the dead who are bumping in the night there. Goodbye last house on the left, now right, with the devil’s street address.

You have heard my story. You have probably heard many stories, but what you believe is yours to decide.

Written By: Becca Atwood

Meister finds Louisville ghost tour hauntingly interesting

Most people living in the Louisville, Kentucky area see it as just a very large city, with many attractions, bright lights, and lots of traffic. However, what most people don’t know about the city is that many of the historical landmarks and buildings experience paranormal activity.

The Louisville Ghost Walk takes you on a tour around the city. It lets you see the building and the tour guide, who often dresses in different clothes from many different centuries, gives you a descriptive detail of the building. “Most paranormal activity doesn’t start until the building has been renovated,”said one of the tour guides.

The Seelbach Hotel is the final stop of the tour. Over the years many people have sighted “The Lady in Blue”. She received her name from the elegant blue dress that she wears. She appears as a human being, and you cannot see through her. She looks completely solid. She is the ghost of a woman who heard that her soon-to-be husband died in an accident on his way to meet her at the hotel. The woman then threw herself off of the 8th floor elevator shaft. Since then her ghost has haunted the hotel.

The most notorious sighting of her is when she enters the second floor elevator and disappears, and the faint smell of perfume is left behind.

When people enter the hotel, they should pay close attention to the floor numbers; the digital numbers often say that they are the 8th floor. In most cases the elevator itself is not on the 8th floor.

Everyone should take the journey of the Louisville Ghost Walk. It is a wonderful experience and you never know what you may experience.

Written By: Erica Meister

The Cub’s True Kentuckiana Story: Waverly Hills

Waverly Hills Sanatorium, an area with a grisly past and undoubtedly haunting experiences, has drawn countless visitors for decades, from the generic, home-grown Ghost Hunter to the teenage thrill seeker.  What exactly is it that draws so many people to a hospital that used to house dozens of people that were infected with tuberculosis?

To understand the pull effect of Waverly Hills, one must first learn the history.  Originally opened in 1910, the Sanatorium was constructed to house tuberculosis (TB) patients, with a capacity of around 50 at the time.  The word Sanatorium may sound as though it was for insane patients; however, a Sanatorium was built on a hill to allow the patients fresh air (which the TB patients need).  In Waverly Hills, patients were able to rest, get fresh air, and, most importantly, be isolated from the general public.  The disease was highly contagious, and Pleasure Ridge Park in Kentucky was nearing an epidemic because the antibiotics to fight TB were not around.

The main building that is standing on the hill today was constructed in 1924 and could hold around 400 TB patients.  Opening in October 1926, the Sanatorium became one of the top places to go for TB treatment.  From 1910 through 1961, over 6000 people died from TB at Waverly Hills, with thousands more moving through the hospital.  In 1961, an antibiotic was invented to combat TB, and the spread of the disease was easily controllable.

The treatments of the time were generally based on natural fixes; getting fresh air, sleeping, using the sun to help heal the disease.  Many windows in the Sanatorium were only screened in which allowed plenty of fresh air to move throughout the hospital.  Heliotherapy and using Sunlamps was also common, where the ultraviolet rays and heat were used to destroy the bacteria that caused TB.  There were various arts and crafts programs within Waverly, such as basket weaving, that the patients could use to break the boredom of bed rest.

That stuff isn’t as important as the Legends that run through the history of Waverly Hills.  One of the more well known legends is Room 502.  According to the legend, a young nurse committed suicide by throwing herself out of a 5th floor window.  Some say that she did it because she couldn’t leave to see her family, others say she found out she was pregnant out of wedlock.  Another urban myth is the death rate: it has been said that over 63,000 people died in the Sanatorium.  This was disproved by an assistant director who said the maximum deaths in one year were 152.

The ghost sightings and other paranormal activities around Waverly Hills give it a chilling place in our mind.  Maybe you’d like to visit?  For $50, you can stay for 4 hours, or, for $100, if you have the guts, you can stay for 8 hours, overnight.  Think you can do it?  After January 3rd, 2011, you can sign up for tours again (they are all booked through then).   If staying for a night of terror with just a handful of friends isn’t your thing, maybe going for the 2 hour tour, at $22, is more for you.  At any rate, Waverly Hills is a place that has struck fear into the hearts of thousands of people, and will continue to for years to come.  Maybe it’s your turn to have fear struck into your heart?

Written By: Brandon Smedley, Editor

Malloy makes big finish in cross country season

Semi-state was Saturday, October 23 at Brown County. SHS Junior, Ashley Malloy, finished 42nd in the semi-state race. Although that doesn’t qualify her going to state, she still beat her personal record of 20:19.  Ashley’s goal for this season, and the rest of her career is to get under 20 minutes.

Qualifying for semi-state required placing in the top 15 in the race, and Malloy placed 7th. “I’m really excited and really nervous to go to semi state this year, I feel like I really have a chance to place for state,” said Ashley. This is Malloy’s third year going to semi-state.

“I really like to run,” said Malloy. “I started running when I was six,” Malloy remembers, “I was running in the Buffalo Trace race, and I got first place. I remember I was crying because my legs hurt so bad.” Ashley averages about 40 miles per week just in practicing. Malloy is very dedicated to staying healthy and in shape for all her races. “I try to eat really healthy, but of course it’s really hard. I pack my lunch and eat a lot of fruits and vegetables and stay away from caffeine. But the week before the race, I load up on carbs.”

Ashley’s favorite course is the course at BNL. “I’ve ran my best time at BNL. It’s a 3.1 mile course, and I ran a 20:19. I was really happy.” Ashley has a few critiques about our home course. “It is way too hilly and there are no trees for shade!” said Ashley. “But the worse course is the Paoli course by far.”

Ashley’s best memory is one from a meet this season. After Kyle Taylor threw a large water balloon at her, at which she then threw a pie in his face for it. Malloy also has a nickname from cross country: Pop tart. “I would always pop my knees and ankles before every race, so they started calling my pop tart,” she said.

Ashley Malloy

Plant a tree, save a planet!

The glaciers are melting, everyone knows it. But the topic people can’t seem to agree on is what is causing it. Some believe that the Earth is just in a cycle that it takes, where everything warms up. It’s based on the Medieval Warm Period that took place in the late part of the ninth century.

Records show that the late twentieth century and the early twenty-first century are the hottest years since that time. The temperature of the earth is increasing with every year and the most common belief is that it is the fault of humans. We are destroying our own planet, our only home! The most intelligent beings on this planet are killing everything. The sad thing is, we’re not only killing ourselves, but everyone and everything else.

Burning trash, driving cars, operating factories and cutting down trees are causing the ozone layer to disappear and that lets damaging ultra-violet rays of sunshine into the atmosphere. People have seen the commercials, they have seen the evidence, but the real question is: Do they care? Do they care that the planet is getting warmer with each year? Do they care that millions of animals are losing their homes due to deforestation and melting ice caps? Do they care that animals are dying? Do YOU care?

The polar bear has always been endangered, but humans are technically no longer their biggest threat. Polar bears are drowning. They can only swim for so long before they get tired, and when they leap off an iceberg they need to find a place to land less than 200 miles away. But ice is melting. The bears have no place to rest, so they drown. These beautiful creatures are dying because we, as a human race, cannot walk or ride a bike to the library or school or work. Humans have become lazy! Other animals being affected by our carelessness are toads, penguins, arctic foxes, tree swallows, grey wolves, salmon and painted turtles. Gorgeous animals are dying at our expense. How selfish.

What’s going to happen next year? Five years? Twenty years? Even one hundred years? Is it going to have to become some colossal event before humans step it up and try to preserve the only place we have? Or is everyone still going to ignore it and hope it just goes away? You could be the person to start a movement to save a polar bear from a watery grave. Let’s apologize for what others are doing. One person could end it all simply by cutting back on driving, or if nothing else, getting a car with a better fuel economy. Some newer appliances are coming out with a green star printed on the package. The star means that it saves energy. These two objects are common household object that are usually used at least one time a day.

If nothing else, go plant a tree, or two, or a whole forest! Every little thing helps and adds up to one big thing. Trees will reduce energy bills and provide a shady spot to have a picnic in the yard. It’s not hard and the products usually end up paying for themselves in the long run. A couple more dollars for a coffee pot is worth saving a little kid’s favorite attraction at the zoo.

Written by: Heather Nale, Staff Writer

DeNardi gives her picks for Top Five Halloween movies

There’s nothing like the fright of sitting in your living room in the dark watching a horror film, while the pumpkins glow outside. The whole Halloween feel, leaves you excited to be scared and afraid to sleep at night.  There’s no better way to get that rush than to watch a nice and crazy movie.

5)            Nightmare on Elm Street (2010 version) is the story of Freddy Krueger, a man burned alive for messing with children.  As these children grow up, they all start having nightmares about a man with blades attached to his hands, a melted face, and his name was Freddy.  The children soon realize that if you die in your dreams, you die for real. Rooney Mara plays Nancy Thompson, Freddy’s favorite. She really brings the movie to life, and you experience the pain and fear she feels as she uncovers the truth about who Freddy really is.

4)            It’s bad enough knowing that your twin died in the womb, but it’s even worse knowing they are now trying to kill you. The Unborn is the story of a woman (Odette Yutsman) who keeps having horrible dreams of demonic entities, and her mother in a psych ward holding a glass jar containing a fetus. The dreams start taking their toll on her. By the end of the movie many of her loved ones are dead, and her “twin” is still ready to kill her. “This movie is messed up,” says Megan Bowling, who went to see the movie as soon as it came out. “It’s just scary enough to make you never want to have kids.”

3)            28 Days Later is the story of a viral rage consuming Britain. It all started when  a group of animal rights activists broke into a primate research facility, releasing chimps infected with a virus containing them in a permanent state of rage.  Once they bite a person, the person becomes infected, starts projectile vomiting blood, and becomes a violent death machine. Jim (Cillian Murphy) has just woken up from a coma he’s been in for twenty eight days, and has no idea that all of this has happened. What a great way to wake up.  “When Jim thinks that he’s the only one alive, and he is face to face with an infected human, the movie feels real”, says Mel Cooke, who is a long time fan. “You feel like you’re in Jim’s position.”

2)            The Exorcist is the story of 12-year-old Regan MacNeil (Linda Blair) who suddenly starts acting out, shouting and throwing tantrums. Her mother Chris MacNeil (Ellen Burstyn) tries to  get her medical help for her “mental condition,” but when they all fail  to help she turns to an exorcism with two priests (Jason Miller and Max von Sydow) who, when trying to speak with Regan, discover that is not who they’re talking to at all.

1)            Halloween (1978 version) is the perfect Halloween horror film. You have Michael Myers (Tony Moran) who has escaped from a mental institution after being there since he was 10 for murdering his older sister Judith (Sandy Johnson). He ‘s now stalking his former babysitter Laurie Strode (Jamie Lee Curtis) and killing anyone who gets in his way.

Written by: Paige DeNardi, Staff Writer