My mother once told me about the ghost of a young girl who got very sick and wandered away from home one night in late fall or early winter. She said the girl was Sally Carter and that her ghost haunts the house she lived in as well as retraces her last walk. This is the version of the storry I know. I was told that when she walked her ghost would end up by the old drive thru that usedto be on Airport Rd. Has anyone else heard this version? It does keep to the fact that the girl was sick not killed.
Also I work as a guard at Cederhurst and I don’t know about any other stories but when I went to lock up the clubhouse I kept hearing footsteps and when I checked the bathrooms before turning off the lights I heard stalls banging in the opposite bathrooms. That night I lost a five dollar bill and I checked my car, my pants, and my bag and It was gone. I went back up to cederhurst to check the gaurdshack but no luck. Then I thought I’d check the clubhouse. As I walked up it felt like I was walking through spider webs. The doors wouldn’t stay open and I kept hearing strange footsteps and sighing until I called out that I wasn’t here to take anything but what was mine and that any help in finding it would be appreciated. then all I heard were the footsteps that followed me through the house the first time. I didn’t find my money in the house but outsid it near the porch that looks over the tennis courts my flashlight kept trying to die.(I had just put fresh batteries in it) I drove back to the guard shack and handed back the keys ready to give up the bill for lost when my flashlight started working again and there was the $5 bill! I looked up and said “Thank you Sally.” and the flaslight flickered and I swear to you I heard a young woman (ie teenaged sounding) laugh softly beside me and then nothing. I would appreciate any comments or feedback if anyone knows of anything like this happening to anyone else. thanks.

Where is this house exactly I would love to see it. I live here in Huntsville.

J priest wat ever

I was first told about Sally Carter by my 3rd grade teacher Mrs. Timmons. I was born and raised in Huntsville, AL. I’ve heard every version there is to be told. The first one I ever heard was about her coming down the stair and her fiance trying to catch her but instead broke the pearls. If anyone entered the house with pearls on, the person’s pearls would break and fall all over the floor.

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Whatever what, angel?

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Why aren’t the other haunted places in Huntsville listed on here. The Sally Carter story is TRUE. Clay knows what he’s talking about. They should list Maple Hill Cemetary, The Dead Childrens Playground, and the building that used to be a furniture store downtown across from the courthouse. There are a few others as well.

Once my moms friends went to spend the night in the house she lived in and they actually saw her… that is so scary! The story is wrong though she was not murderd she got really sick she had nmonia [or somthing like that] when she came to visit her aunt and uncle. She was born is Indiana. When she got there she went up to her room and then her Aunt heard a really strange sound like someone gettimg shoked but she was dieing…they burried her in a forest wich is now under many apatments & some homes when they went to dig her up there was nobody in the casket. People say they see her walking down south parkway every now and then. oh and its off of the Parkway

My mom grew up very close to the home of Sally Carter(after Salley had died of coarse) and one night her and some of her friends went over to her home to spend the night because there boyfriends at the time had dared tham to. So later on that night my mom woke up because she heard a very strange noise and had this gut filling of the DEAD when her eyes had became clear she was aware that Sally Carter was standing or more like floating in the air over her brushing her hair. That however is beside the point, that is NOT how Sally Carter died, She died due to a terrible sickness she got on her way to visit her aunt and uncle all the way from Illinois. When she arrived she went pstairs and started coughing blood, she died min. later. That was quite along time ago, a few years later some people were planning to do some constuction work were she was burried and when they went to dig her up she wasnt there. People say that at night you can see her walking down the Parkway.

I have visited the grave site of Sally Carter. We would park at the church east of the property and walk through the woods to her grave but never at night. We never violated the grave or the headstone and we never saw anything strange. But an odd thing happened years later to people that I know have visited graves in the night. Research it out, I am telling the truth. They both lived in Huntsville…one older than me and one younger. Sandy Brown was killed in Maple Hill Cemetery one night when a tombstone crushed her. Years later, Kevin Arnett was killed in a cemetery in Decatur when a tombstone crushed him. I think the ironic thing is that these people were killed at NIGHT in cemeteries…both were young…and both were crushed…they were not visiting the grave of a relative or friend that had been layed to rest. How many people does one know that has been crushed by tombstones? Is it a lack of respect for the dead to trample their graves or lack of respect for the living? Never enter a cemetary or grave site to challenge the powers of darkness. This is rebellion, the same as witchcraft. Never enter a cemetery or grave site after dark and certainly do not dangle on the tombstones or desecrate the graves. The Sally Carter story has been told numerous times and their are many versions of the story. I have heard them all. When the property was developed a crew was sent in to exhume her body. When they dug, they found nothing to indicate a body or casket have ever been there. The story was featured in The Huntsville Times. She was not from here, she died here but there is nothing to support, other than a tombstone.

my grandmama would let me wear her pearl necklace…

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Ok. I’m a little confused.How did a discussion on a “haunting” get turned into a judgemental descriminatory arguement? I’ve lived in Huntsville for 2 1/2 years and I’ve never even heard of Sally Carter.So just because you live here doesn’t mean you know the real story.I’m sure if it was really that important to any of you, you would look it up on the internet or something. There’s no point in badmouthing other people just because your opinions are different than yours. People usually just tell things how they heard it so you really can’t blame anyone for incorrect information unless they deliberately made it up or just guessed at how the story goes.

Jenni

Well, Long ago, back in 1967, I lived on Redstone Arsenal in Huntsville. I was 14 years old and my friend Debbie and I snuck away with two boys, Steve and Billy) on their S90’s to go to Sally Carter’s grave. It was a summer night, we parked at the Church and followed the trail through the dense bushes. (I remember that I was wearig shorts and flip-flops.)
We got to her broken tombstone in a small clearing. Since it was very dark one of the boys (Steve) lit several matches and layed them on the largest piece so we could read it. We were squating in a circle around the peices of stone. It was then that I noticed that my friend Debbie is all bug-eyed looking behind me, so I turn my head to see what she is looking at, so do the guys, and there stands Sally Carter, all misty and swirlly and floaty, about 20 feet behind me along the trail. ..the trail that is our exit! This was an experience that I will never forget. The three of them bolted past her and ran off leaving me last. I followed as best I could with my flip flops. We finally made it back to the church pkg lot. We were totally freaked, to scared to even speak. Let me tell you, I was tramatized for many months, especially at night.
The story I learned was that she died of Whopping couph at age 17. The family moved her due to all the vandalism. My parents live near there still. It is an experience I will always remember and my own personal ghost story to tell my friends. I Believe!!!

Actually, Sally Carter died from a sickness. She came
to Huntsville to visit her sister and came down with
the sickness and then later died. Mary, her sister, was stricken with grief over her sister’s death and also died. Two years later, in 1939, the household slaves told of hearing an eerie sound late in the night. They said the sound was almost musical like a trumpet. The slaves were so frightened that they locked themselves up in their cabins and didn’t come out untill morning. They told Steaphen S. Ewing, Mary’s husband, about the terrifying sounds they had heard through the night and Ewing, being a practical man, dismissed the slaves and sent them off to do their chores. Later that morning Ewing was walking by Sally’s grave and stopped to pick a few stray weeds when something caught his eye. He saw a set of small ladylike footprints in the morning dew.Their were only two footprints not going anywhere and not comeing from anywhere in the middle of the grave. Ewing later sold the house and moved to Mississippi in 1965. In 1919, J.D. Thornton bought the house. That sames year in fall his nephew came to visit and there was a terrible storm that night. The next morning the nephew was found sitting outside on the porch and was pale as a ghost. He had told his relatives that Sally came to him last night asking him to please put her tombstone back up because it had fallen over.They started to laugh then they fallowed him out to the graveyard. The tombstone had fallen over. The nephew never came back after that. Thornton sold Cerderhurst, the house, to a company who had big plans to make an excusive complex.
Big brick walls began surrounding it and Lavish new homes were going up. There was just one small problem about it. No developement company wants to buy a peice of property with a grave right in the middle of it. So the grave had to be dug up. First they dug up Mary’s grave with all of her remains in it, but when they came to Sally’s grave her body was gone. No, it wasn’t one of those people that steal bodies out of graves.There was no way they could have because the valt was in perfect condition.

All I have to say is this…Sally Carter is a real ghost. I have seen her on more than one accurance. She comes over to my house all the time and we play hide the sausage…it’s pretty awsome because she’s pretty much see through so I can see my pee pee going in and out, and it’s the best because I can go inside of her since she can’t get pregnant…and it’s sweet to see my love juice go inside of her since it’s see through…but she does exist! We have a date next week, stop by if you want to watch the show!!

I’d rather be on my tractor!!!!

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youre going down! meet me and the creek! I’ll give you a whooopin you’ll never forget!

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