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	<description>A spine-tingling collection of real haunted houses and spooky ghost stories!  Find out where the haunted houses are in your town.</description>
	<pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 00:29:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: kevin</title>
		<link>http://www.realhaunts.com/united-states/carnton-mansion/#comment-179259</link>
		<dc:creator>kevin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 01:18:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>im on my way out there right now. it will be october 31st, 2008 at midnight. ill let you know what i encounter</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="KonaBody">im on my way out there right now. it will be october 31st, 2008 at midnight. ill let you know what i encounter</div>
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		<title>By: Jef</title>
		<link>http://www.realhaunts.com/united-states/carnton-mansion/#comment-178756</link>
		<dc:creator>Jef</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 18:34:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Chances are they are dust. Remember there is a gravel walkway there. I go there quite often and get tons of dust pics. You would have to post them to get other opinions</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="KonaBody">Chances are they are dust. Remember there is a gravel walkway there. I go there quite often and get tons of dust pics. You would have to post them to get other opinions</div>
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		<title>By: beth</title>
		<link>http://www.realhaunts.com/united-states/carnton-mansion/#comment-178602</link>
		<dc:creator>beth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 02:40:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Tonight my mother and I and my two daughters went to the entrance of the graveyard.  We walked into the front area and took various pictures.  when we got back, we loaded them into the computer and there are orbs in the majority of them.  In fact, the sign at the entrance is surrounded by orbs.  They are all various sizes.  Some are over grave markers and some just out in the open area.  What do you think these really are? Dust?  My new Cybershot Sony camers??  Strange</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="KonaBody">Tonight my mother and I and my two daughters went to the entrance of the graveyard.  We walked into the front area and took various pictures.  when we got back, we loaded them into the computer and there are orbs in the majority of them.  In fact, the sign at the entrance is surrounded by orbs.  They are all various sizes.  Some are over grave markers and some just out in the open area.  What do you think these really are? Dust?  My new Cybershot Sony camers??  Strange</div>
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		<title>By: cya</title>
		<link>http://www.realhaunts.com/united-states/carnton-mansion/#comment-174984</link>
		<dc:creator>cya</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 19:13:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In the late 70's I lived in Brentwood Tn. with my parents and brother who is 5 yrs. older than myself. The house we lived in at the time had been a hospital during the civil war. When I was around 8-9 yrs. old I woke up for no reason to find a soldier standing at the foot of my bed. I know know I was not dreaming and I could see this soldier in detail. He had on a uniform that had tassells hanging from his shoulders. He had his right arm bent to his left side with his hand on top of of sword this was bent like a sword was during those times. As I looked up toward his face there was nothing but a haze or smoke and a face could not be made out of it but on top of this haze sat a hat with a long feather on the right side. I could feel that this spirit was watching me and knew that I was looking at him. He floated not walked but slowy drifted out of my room then down the hall and went to my brothers room. I got worried for my brothers safty and went to his room to find nothing was there. At the age of 8-9 yrs. old I had not known the story of our house or the history of that area. My brother also had a visit from something around the same time. My brother was 13-14 yrs. old and we had not been a church going family. One day my brother came out of a locker room after a basketball game to have a lady he had never seen before approach him and asked if he ad been saved, my brother said he did not know if he had or if he ad not. The lady asked if she could pray with him and my brother agreed. My brother tells me that something went through his body that felt like a electric wave had passed through him and he felt completely at ease. He returned home and begain to tell my mom and dad tht he had been saved and how great he felt, my mom and dad could not believe that out of nowhere my brother was feeling so strong about what had happen. My brother was telling everyone his teacher his freinds and other family members about his new look on life and at such a early stage and no church background given to us by our parents it was strange. My brother tells me that is when his fight began with good and evil. He was fighting a battle to be good and do right and evil was always trying to get at him. My brother was in his room one night listening to his stereo with is headphones on laying on his waterbed and he decided he was going to test his faith. So he said out loud to himself in his room if there really is a devil the next song is going to be Rocket Ride by Kiss, now at this time Kiss was the biggest thing going in music but Rocket Ride was a song that never was a radio played song, sure enough the song he was listening to went off and Rocket Ride came on, my brother states that every hair on his body stood up and he was frozen still in his bed only to have something lay down next to him, he said he could see anything but could feel something next to him and as he looked at the bed he could see an imprint in on the covers that something was there. My brother did not know what had happened to me and I did not know what had happened to him till 29 yrs later we were in Brentwood for the holidays and went by the house for old time sake. I asked if he had seen experianced anything in that house and we shared stories. I asked who the lady was that saved him that day he said he had never seen her before that day or since and he belives it was his gaurdian angel. I am not telling this story for a religous reason in any way. I am telling this story because it is the truth.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="KonaBody">In the late 70&#8217;s I lived in Brentwood Tn. with my parents and brother who is 5 yrs. older than myself. The house we lived in at the time had been a hospital during the civil war. When I was around 8-9 yrs. old I woke up for no reason to find a soldier standing at the foot of my bed. I know know I was not dreaming and I could see this soldier in detail. He had on a uniform that had tassells hanging from his shoulders. He had his right arm bent to his left side with his hand on top of of sword this was bent like a sword was during those times. As I looked up toward his face there was nothing but a haze or smoke and a face could not be made out of it but on top of this haze sat a hat with a long feather on the right side. I could feel that this spirit was watching me and knew that I was looking at him. He floated not walked but slowy drifted out of my room then down the hall and went to my brothers room. I got worried for my brothers safty and went to his room to find nothing was there. At the age of 8-9 yrs. old I had not known the story of our house or the history of that area. My brother also had a visit from something around the same time. My brother was 13-14 yrs. old and we had not been a church going family. One day my brother came out of a locker room after a basketball game to have a lady he had never seen before approach him and asked if he ad been saved, my brother said he did not know if he had or if he ad not. The lady asked if she could pray with him and my brother agreed. My brother tells me that something went through his body that felt like a electric wave had passed through him and he felt completely at ease. He returned home and begain to tell my mom and dad tht he had been saved and how great he felt, my mom and dad could not believe that out of nowhere my brother was feeling so strong about what had happen. My brother was telling everyone his teacher his freinds and other family members about his new look on life and at such a early stage and no church background given to us by our parents it was strange. My brother tells me that is when his fight began with good and evil. He was fighting a battle to be good and do right and evil was always trying to get at him. My brother was in his room one night listening to his stereo with is headphones on laying on his waterbed and he decided he was going to test his faith. So he said out loud to himself in his room if there really is a devil the next song is going to be Rocket Ride by Kiss, now at this time Kiss was the biggest thing going in music but Rocket Ride was a song that never was a radio played song, sure enough the song he was listening to went off and Rocket Ride came on, my brother states that every hair on his body stood up and he was frozen still in his bed only to have something lay down next to him, he said he could see anything but could feel something next to him and as he looked at the bed he could see an imprint in on the covers that something was there. My brother did not know what had happened to me and I did not know what had happened to him till 29 yrs later we were in Brentwood for the holidays and went by the house for old time sake. I asked if he had seen experianced anything in that house and we shared stories. I asked who the lady was that saved him that day he said he had never seen her before that day or since and he belives it was his gaurdian angel. I am not telling this story for a religous reason in any way. I am telling this story because it is the truth.</div>
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		<title>By: Hootie</title>
		<link>http://www.realhaunts.com/united-states/carnton-mansion/#comment-174958</link>
		<dc:creator>Hootie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 07:53:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This one time, at the Carnton Manison, I was so freaked out. Like whoa! My friends and I had a truely out of this world experience. It is an awsomely beauitful place. I would recommend it to anyone.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="KonaBody">This one time, at the Carnton Manison, I was so freaked out. Like whoa! My friends and I had a truely out of this world experience. It is an awsomely beauitful place. I would recommend it to anyone.</div>
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		<title>By: Hootie</title>
		<link>http://www.realhaunts.com/united-states/carnton-mansion/#comment-174956</link>
		<dc:creator>Hootie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 07:49:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yea.... This one time, at the Carnton mansion, I was freaked out....like whoa! Its truley a scarey place.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="KonaBody">Yea&#8230;. This one time, at the Carnton mansion, I was freaked out&#8230;.like whoa! Its truley a scarey place.</div>
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		<title>By: Calire</title>
		<link>http://www.realhaunts.com/united-states/carnton-mansion/#comment-174660</link>
		<dc:creator>Calire</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 19:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Carnton (for me, anyway) has a lovely, soothing quality. Must be the spirit of the lady who lived there.

There is a good bit of activity in the golf pro shop area - flushing toilets, rattling swords, and so forth.

Carnton is my favorite of the many historic homes in the middle TN area. The only other one with the same feeling of warmth and charm is Cragfont.

Belle Meade Plantation gives me the creeps and is full of orbs; Traveler's Rest is too commercial, the Hermitage is not worth the bother of visiting more than twice; it has zero charm and I always felt like I was intruding, whereas Carnton seems to welcome people. It seems to be grateful that it has been restored and isn't used for storage and hay any more. I don't like looking in the convex mirror, but everywhere else the house seems calm and bustles with its own energy. The floating head in the old kitchen is something I've heard about, but not experienced, and I've visited that home at least a dozen times.

Should you have the chance to visit, ask your docent about the life and times of the home and its occupants, rather than just dwelling on the tragedy. Also take a side trip to the family cemetary and the Confederate soldiers' cemetary.

Oh, and do ask about the wallpaper and the dining room door.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="KonaBody">Carnton (for me, anyway) has a lovely, soothing quality. Must be the spirit of the lady who lived there.</p>
<p>There is a good bit of activity in the golf pro shop area - flushing toilets, rattling swords, and so forth.</p>
<p>Carnton is my favorite of the many historic homes in the middle TN area. The only other one with the same feeling of warmth and charm is Cragfont.</p>
<p>Belle Meade Plantation gives me the creeps and is full of orbs; Traveler&#8217;s Rest is too commercial, the Hermitage is not worth the bother of visiting more than twice; it has zero charm and I always felt like I was intruding, whereas Carnton seems to welcome people. It seems to be grateful that it has been restored and isn&#8217;t used for storage and hay any more. I don&#8217;t like looking in the convex mirror, but everywhere else the house seems calm and bustles with its own energy. The floating head in the old kitchen is something I&#8217;ve heard about, but not experienced, and I&#8217;ve visited that home at least a dozen times.</p>
<p>Should you have the chance to visit, ask your docent about the life and times of the home and its occupants, rather than just dwelling on the tragedy. Also take a side trip to the family cemetary and the Confederate soldiers&#8217; cemetary.</p>
<p>Oh, and do ask about the wallpaper and the dining room door.</p></div>
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		<title>By: tara</title>
		<link>http://www.realhaunts.com/united-states/carnton-mansion/#comment-174420</link>
		<dc:creator>tara</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 10:43:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have heard a story something like this. I'm from that area and actually went to McGavock High School. Thats a scary story in it's self. But I heard the story of the war and everything but never heard of it being haunted.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="KonaBody">I have heard a story something like this. I&#8217;m from that area and actually went to McGavock High School. Thats a scary story in it&#8217;s self. But I heard the story of the war and everything but never heard of it being haunted.</div>
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		<title>By: lacy</title>
		<link>http://www.realhaunts.com/united-states/carnton-mansion/#comment-174385</link>
		<dc:creator>lacy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 20:44:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>one night me and my friends were at the carton plantaion and the door randemly opened and they was somthing white and on the same trip we playfull sat on a grave and it shook but we didnt stay around to see what happend i had an eerie fealling the whole time</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="KonaBody">one night me and my friends were at the carton plantaion and the door randemly opened and they was somthing white and on the same trip we playfull sat on a grave and it shook but we didnt stay around to see what happend i had an eerie fealling the whole time</div>
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		<title>By: jr rodgers</title>
		<link>http://www.realhaunts.com/united-states/carnton-mansion/#comment-174264</link>
		<dc:creator>jr rodgers</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 22:19:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i can see ghosts all the time and i can talk to them too</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="KonaBody">i can see ghosts all the time and i can talk to them too</div>
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