“A photographer captured the ghost of President Abraham Lincoln with his widowed wife Mary in 1870. Did he have unfinished business that would keep him from entering Heaven? Am I to share the same fate wandering this Earth with no direction or purpose?
-James A. Garfield 1881
*Exactly how he appeared to me! TR”
“What leader that hopes to be worth their salt has not studied the greatest leaders of our past? Well, I have read about Abraham Lincoln and now fear for my life. It was said that he prophesied his own death through his dreams. Nightmares is more what I would call them, for now I am afflicted with the same visions. Mine are not as clear as Lincoln’s. They are never the same and never consistent. Except in one factor. My death. My assassination. Why did I ever take on this role to become the President of the United States? I called upon a tarot reader to verify my feelings and instantly the verdict was the same. The Death card. I am in grave danger. I am afraid at every event that I attend. I cannot help but see my murderous end around every corner. I do not wish to die but I also fear leaving the office. I will never recover from such an act of cowardice. What good is dying to preserve a reputation though? Please God, spare me from this terrible end. I promise to do better in everything I do.
-James A. Garfield 1881″
“The country is grieving the loss of a great man, and I suspect that justice may never be fully served. It was at the request of our Secretary of War, and although wrong, I feel that his actions will save us from further war. On the night that the policeman shot John Wilkes Booth, a sigh of relief swept through the nation. Justice was swift. However, it has been discovered that the man shot dead was, in fact, not the famous actor. His brother verified this, however the mortician explained to him that the human body looks different in death. Enough doubt was placed in him that he agreed to what he was told. The body belonged to one of John Wilkes Booth’s co-conspirators. The quick action after our leader’s assassination showed the South that we are strong. If it is discovered that Booth got away with the assassination, it might embolden them to revolt once more. There is so much resentment and uncertainty as we begin to build our country once again. The truth behind this matter will not benefit the country in any way. The bastard was seen in Richmond a few months back and again in Florida days before I write this. I suspect the man is smart enough to leave this country and never return. I hope he is not recognized again. May he find an ill fate wherever he flees.
-Andrew Johnson 1865″
I’ve always heard about conspiracy theories involving JFK’s assassination. But I never considered that their were conspiracy theories behind Abraham Lincoln’s assassination. It seemed like it was an obvious shut and closed case. John Wilkes Booth shot Lincoln in the back as Lincoln watched a performance from the balcony. Booth then leapt down onto the stage shattering his leg. He stood up and shouted “Sic Semper Tyrannis!” before fleeing. He was a famous actor at the time so it would have been difficult for him to escape people’s notice. Supposedly this is also where “Break a leg!” comes from when wishing someone luck.
-Veritas
“Against my wishes, it appears that my wife has decided to call a séance within the Executive Mansion. If the subject of this event escapes to the public, it could ruin my reputation. There is no controlling her in these matters and she will not concede to finding another location. She grieves for our two lost sons, and I would be a liar if I did not say that I too wish this séance to be a success. I miss my boys every day. Well, the event began as one might expect. Madame Torelli was dressed in all black as if to attend a funeral and spoke in a mystical manner as a storyteller might to young children. As amusing as it was, I was anxious to get on with the séance. We covered all the windows with a heavy black cloth. This was relieving as I cannot imagine the headlines tomorrow if we were to be exposed. Lanterns brought in by the psychic set the room in a green hue. Mary invited a few friends including a senator with his wife. Madame Torelli sat us all in a circle around the table while holding hands. She began with a deep humming which chilled me as it was a deeper sound than a woman should be able to produce. Her voice rang out as her own but boomed and echoed mysteriously. I would consider having her give speeches on my behalf with those lungs. The room changed and I could not immediately place why until I could see my breath upon the air. It had become intolerably cold in the room when moments before I was uncomfortable from the summer heat. A wind filled the air with no open windows and the flames in the lanterns struggled to stay lit. Madame Torelli yelled out the names of my two boys Edward and Willie. My heart pounded as I realized the moment would soon come when I might see them again and hopefully hear their voices. All the lanterns extinguished at once and one of the women let out a squeal. I heard the twang of a banjo and the slight ring of a bell. There was much commotion, and the senator was able to relight one of the lanterns. We were all aghast when we saw that Madame Torelli was face down on the table with no sign of life. The husband of one of Mary’s friends touched her back to check on her but quickly recoiled his hand claiming she was ice cold. We feared she was dead when she abruptly sat up and two fully white eyes stared straight into mine. She spoke in a voice that was her own and yet echoed like two people saying the same thing at once. Drums began and I could hear the rustling of many people in the room all chanting like the native people do in ceremony. She spoke “It has been twenty years! Lincoln, leader of the army in the north, he who shall free slaves and uphold the strength of the nation, shall die. He shall remain on this Earth until his great work is completed. This is what shall be!” At first, I was offended that this woman had turned my grieving against me for a charade, probably political in nature. I was taken aback as the color returned to her and her face grew mortified. She began crying hysterically and apologizing that nothing like this had ever happened to her before. She even admitted that most of the time she fakes reactions, and her audience creates the mood. My premonition will come true.”Against my wishes, it appears that my wife has decided to call a séance within the Executive Mansion. If the subject of this event escapes to the public, it could ruin my reputation. There is no controlling her in these matters and she will not concede to finding another location. She grieves for our two lost sons, and I would be a liar if I did not say that I too wish this séance to be a success. I miss my boys every day. Well, the event began as one might expect. Madame Torelli was dressed in all black as if to attend a funeral and spoke in a mystical manner as a storyteller might to young children. As amusing as it was, I was anxious to get on with the séance. We covered all the windows with a heavy black cloth. This was relieving as I cannot imagine the headlines tomorrow if we were to be exposed. Lanterns brought in by the psychic set the room in a green hue. Mary invited a few friends including a senator with his wife. Madame Torelli sat us all in a circle around the table while holding hands. She began with a deep humming which chilled me as it was a deeper sound than a woman should be able to produce. Her voice rang out as her own but boomed and echoed mysteriously. I would consider having her give speeches on my behalf with those lungs. The room changed and I could not immediately place why until I could see my breath upon the air. It had become intolerably cold in the room when moments before I was uncomfortable from the summer heat. A wind filled the air with no open windows and the flames in the lanterns struggled to stay lit. Madame Torelli yelled out the names of my two boys Edward and Willie. My heart pounded as I realized the moment would soon come when I might see them again and hopefully hear their voices. All the lanterns extinguished at once and one of the women let out a squeal. I heard the twang of a banjo and the slight ring of a bell. There was much commotion, and the senator was able to relight one of the lanterns. We were all aghast when we saw that Madame Torelli was face down on the table with no sign of life. The husband of one of Mary’s friends touched her back to check on her but quickly recoiled his hand claiming she was ice cold. We feared she was dead when she abruptly sat up and two fully white eyes stared straight into mine. She spoke in a voice that was her own and yet echoed like two people saying the same thing at once. Drums began and I could hear the rustling of many people in the room all chanting like the native people do in ceremony. She spoke “It has been twenty years! Lincoln, leader of the army in the north, he who shall free slaves and uphold the strength of the nation, shall die. He shall remain on this Earth until his great work is completed. This is what shall be!” At first, I was offended that this woman had turned my grieving against me for a charade, probably political in nature. I was taken aback as the color returned to her and her face grew mortified. She began crying hysterically and apologizing that nothing like this had ever happened to her before. She even admitted that most of the time she fakes reactions, and her audience creates the mood. My premonition will come true.
– Abraham Lincoln 1864″
I think I’ve heard something about Abraham Lincoln haunting the White House. That doesn’t really have anything to do with this, but it made me think about it. I just wonder if they opened a portal or something in the White House by doing a seance. Like what they talk about in Ghostbusters. The White House would definitely be an amazing place to bring a Ouija board. Just remember to say goodbye!
-Veritas
“War is raging. The country I was elected to serve is now divided between the North and the South. In one year alone, I feel as though I have aged ten. My Generals are incompetent or unwilling to to do what is necessary to win this war. There is some light coming out of all this, both metaphorical and literal. At the Battle of Shiloh, we gained a victory against Confederate forces. So many men were lost on both sides that I am beginning to question whether all of this is worth the tragedy. Some of the injured men were startled to find that their wounds were glowing. Blood loss and pain are not the best remedies for a clear mind, but the glow was confirmed by several people including field doctors. More so, those that received these glowing auras were able to heal much quicker than others. They are calling it the “Angel’s Glow”. I sincerely hope that this means we have divine providence on our side. Even if it is the providence of fireflies, I am content to know that something is with me in this war. My men and I are going to need all the help and intervention we can receive.
-Abraham Lincoln 1862″
“A few days before heading toward Washington from our home in Springfield Illinois, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw a strange image of myself. I was not one man but split in twain. My face is not the most handsome in any room, but it is generally seamless. I mentioned this to Mary and we discussed several possible meanings. We agreed on one interpretation that does not sit well in my stomach. In the first term of my presidency, I shall be fine. Hopefully, I do not ruin this country as it has survived almost one hundred years before me. War is pending and I hope in all the power vested in me that I can keep this country whole. However, my split image seems to foreshadow an unfavorable second term. A man with any power whatsoever is bound to make an enemy or two. A man with the power over a divided nation will unfortunately have more than a few enemies. He might even have half the nation as an enemy and the other half parading as an ally. I suspect that I will be assassinated in some manner. I hope that my death will be quick as I am not fond of pain. I once hit my finger sharply with a hammer and I do not know if I could have survived without the comfort of Mary. Even if her care came with a few insults against my manhood.
-Abraham Lincoln 1861
*Am I next? – J.A.G”
Wow, it’s crazy to think that Abraham Lincoln had a premonition about his own death. It must have been scary knowing that the end was near.
-Veritas
Abraham Lincoln
1809-1865
The Sixteenth President of the United States of America
Presidential Term from March 4, 1861 to April 15, 1865
The U.S. President's Book of Secrets 