Thursday, May 01, 2008

Queer Paranormal Road Trip: Corpsewood Manor

Only 26 years ago, a horrible tragedy struck the small town of Summerville, Georgia. The events have (quite literally) haunted the area ever since.

In an effort to escape the urban life of Chicago, Charles Scudder, a pharmacology professor from Loyola University, moved to the isolated home known as Corpsewood Manor. With his companion and lover Joseph Odom at his side, they lived a very simplistic life (as Scudder once wrote about in Mother Earth News). There was no running water and the only electricity was supplied by a generator. They grew their own food and purchased what supplies they needed with the $200 of monthly interest from Scudder's savings account.

Of course, there was a dark side. Scudder had connections with Satanist Anton Lavey (though some say he was merely a practicing Wiccan) and his home was adorned with human skulls and occult artwork. There were rumors of illicit drug use and that their chicken coop hid a secret room, filled with gay pornography and various sexual devices. Although they were very likable people, the couple raised more than a few rumors and eyebrows.

On December 12, 1982, Kenneth Avery Brock (who had known Scudder from hunting on his land... and a few sexual encounters) banded together with two men and one woman in a plot to burglarize the dwelling. Somehow, the robbery plot changed to murder as they made their way to the house. Scudder went with the gang to the chicken coop to allegedly do drugs. Brock and Tony West bound and gagged Scudder, demanding money. When Scudder said there was none, Brock headed for the manor.

He shot Odom and their two dogs before returning to the coop to lead Scudder back to the house. Visibly distraught over the murder of his lover, he was ordered to hand over the money. Scudder's last words were, "I asked for this." Brock shot him six times.

The manor was looted by the gang and burnt to the ground. The murders were discovered days later by a friend. Brock and West were later apprehended. A battle ensued over inheritance. Scudder and Odom were cremated, but only Odom's ashes were spread at Corpsewood.

The haunting of the Corpsewood Manor ruins began almost immediately. People taking small souvenirs returned them after being struck with bad luck. People have heard dogs barking, breaking glass, and gunshots. Occasionally, Scudder's harp is heard playing in the woods. An air of unhappiness and darkness still hangs over the grounds to this day.

Were Scudder and Odom bad people? More than likely not. But their spirits seem bent on some form of revenge... or have placed a curse on their violated land. A few brave souls have ventured onto the property after dark, but few ever return.

The violent hate crime which took the lives of these two men just might have unleashed a demon...

12 creepy utterances:

Buck said...

Lord, my homeland is a crazy place. If he was a practicing Wiccan in the early 80's that was, in their minds, the same thing as "devil worship". I'll bet Ol' Anton got thrown into the mix later on to make it scarier. :)

Funny, though, never heard of this place.

Wonder Man said...

That's actually cool

Liam said...

Excellent story, and you're right, a story rife for ghosts!

Cullan Hudson said...

I would have to agree with Buck's assesment. It seems that these men were villified post-mortem. Having grown up with ignorant small town people for much of my life, I can easily see how a gay, pagan couple could be viewed as conspiring with Satan.

I think, too, there is probably a degree of prejudice in these stories - if you even hear about them. This is why I think your site is so unique. Most of the time, one doesn't hear of "gay" ghosts. But surely there must be a few. Thanks for digging these tales up to present a broader, more inclusive view of paranormal studies, which can be just as segregated as day-to-day life.

Ken said...

Though there were "satanic symbols" at the property, I do wonder if a few weren't planted afterward for sensationalism. Growing up in a small town wasn't always easy for me either, and I learned a lot about humanity (and the occasional lack thereof) from it. Either way, Wiccan or Satanic, they seemed to be decent-enough people who didn't deserve to die.

Thanks, Callan. I didn't intend to be that different with blogging, but that one day I finally decided to answer the question, "are there gay ghosts?" I've found my answer, and felt they needed a voice too. Not all investigators are tolerant people, but at least the dead generally don't judge...

Dragon said...

Yes great story. Just goes to show what can happen with closed minded people that fear the unknown, even today.

Sh@ney said...

That was so interesting. I would love to visit a haunted dwelling or go on a ghost hunt. Though I would probably run screaming at the slightest hint of paranormal, but I'd run excitedly...lol

Anonymous said...

I walked the ground after the murders two days afterward. I have pictures of the entire place. So it was not in fact burned by the murdurers, but about a month later. The pink room did have about a hundred pornagraphic polaroids of young men and boys. The home was filled with macabe artwork, literature and furnishings. An outside buried refrigerator contained tons of gay magazines. Dead Horse Lane was edged with the plant, Hemloch and wild roses. Growing up about three miles from this place and knowing these men were somewhere on the mountain did not frighten me. But what I experienced on that visit, did frighten me. The air was full of something, not of this world. After that visit, my entire family threw away our shoes because the mud from Corpsewood seemed unholy. We took nothing, but carry the memories and photos of this place.

Anonymous said...

i go up there alot when to two men were still alive some of my family member used to hang out with them and got high with them. personally i dont think the deserved to die. Their manor is nothing like it sed to be ppl have messed that place up some ppl go up there to drink and party but everytime i go up there something bd happpens... one we were up there and when we left theif were handprints all over our car... a local boy took a brick from there then he got in a accedint the next day now hes paraliyzed so the place is strange

Paulding Holistic said...

I grew up in Armuchee (20 miles southwest) and made several trips trying to find Corpsewood Mannor. On the night we found the "dirt road" off the paved road, I was overcome with a serious sensation of dread, despair, and sadness. Within moments I was physically nauseated. I have always been hypersensitive and empathetic... and this was truly eyeopening for me. I fully believe that these two men suffered a terrible, painful, and torturous fate that night. They ARE at unrest, because they don't feel justice has been served.

I am hosting an expedition on Nov 1, 2008 - partially as a celebration of Day of the Dead, and to offer a blessing to their spirits. Openminded individuals feel free to contact me @ Chasity1303 (at) g.mail.com

Anonymous said...

i went to school with brock , he seemed cool back then , you know smoking weed before school and shit , crazy he was a killer to be , i have been to corpsewood as well and the energy there is well fucked up , and this is the creepiest place i have ever been ... lessinister@myspace.com

Anonymous said...

Okat i went to corpsewood manor twice the first time at night and nothing really happend i saw something though it looked kinda like a man and in the chemical tolit i saw a light and the second time it was during the day and we saw some pictures this group took and there was like a green idk what it was. i took a brick and nothings happenede to me yet. i advice u go at night its more scary i had lots of fun