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Paranormal | Unexplained | Haunted House Diaries Resurrection Mary March 1934 - Chicago, Illinois ~ 10 Cents a Dance? Click here for Reports of peoples Experiences with Resurrection Mary
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June 13, 2005 The O'Henry Ballroom in Chicago must have been a place of music, dancing and laughter. Imagine the noisy smoke filled room with the lights down low, glasses clinking together, flirting eyes darting
from place to place, the men and women enjoying each other's company.
These now famous Gates of Resurrection Cemetery are known for another incident more than likely connected with Mary.
November 26, 1999 - Resurrection Mary: UPDATE The Enigma Resurrection Mary has fascinated me since I was a teenager. Now that I have an opportunity to write about her, I have tried my best to find the most current information about her and any possible recent encounters. It has taken months of e-mailing, reading, and research. I have been in touch with various Psychics, Authors and Ghost Societies. To date, I am sorry to report that no matter how strong my desire, I cannot locate any new data on Mary. This bothers me for several reasons. One author is quoted as saying that Mary is probably the MOST witnessed "ghost" in the Chicago area, and I have no doubt that is true. My original intent was to provide YOU, our Guest with interviews with those who claim to have seen her. Here, I struck out as well. What I can do is give more detailed information, and revise a portion of the original "story" on Mary. It seems that over the past century, the area "haunted" by Mary, Archer Ave. has experienced dozens of unusual happenings, not just Mary. There have been many who speculate that the area is a "magnet" for Paranormal activity due to it's origins as an Indian Trail. Perhaps those who carved out the territory hundreds of years ago, knew by instinct that Spirits were comfortable here and so they remain to this day. No matter the reason, it is easy to understand why the human mind wants to have answers to those questions that are so baffling. With Mary, nothing is more confusing. We don't even know WHO she was, in human form. We do know that her parents buried her in a white gown, in Resurrection Cemetery, immediately following her untimely death, by a hit and run driver those many years ago. In my original report, I referred to the possibility that she was a young Polish girl named Mary Bregovy. I have now found evidence indicating that this is in fact, incorrect. In 1934, Mary Bregovy was also struck down in an automobile accident although that accident involved her being thrown through a windshield, not killed by a hit and run driver, as was Resurrection Mary. Mary Bregovy was also buried in Resurrection Cemetery. Her appearance does not match what those have reported about the "lady in white" who effortlessly wanders down Archer Ave. even to this day. According to the photographs that still exist of Mary Bregovy, she had dark, short hair and not the long blonde hair of the infamous Mary of Archer Ave. It is reported that Mary Bregovy was buried in an orchid colored dress, not the white attributed to "our" Mary. What makes all of this so frustrating, is Mary herself. So many unanswered questions. Why don't we know who she was? Who were her parents? Who were her friends? Who was that hit and run driver that ended Mary's young life that cold, unforgettable Chicago night? What ever became of her "beau" with whom she argued and ran into the night, only to be sent to the world of the dead? Then, I must reiterate the intensity of the witnesses. There is no doubt in my mind that these individuals who have "seen" her know they experienced someone from a world not of this Earth. Their encounters with her are so real, so "normal," so unnerving that I do believe they have been the lucky ones. They have been chosen by Mary to become involved, somehow, someway. This connection to her is vital, but unfortunately, I cannot provide you with any new information and for that I am sorry. Mary, you are an enigma that only you understand. You have worked your way into so many lives, and still leave us wondering. The music still plays, the winter nights are still bitter and damp. The dancers still dance, the laughter still rings out, the lights are still low in that ballroom that drew Mary, like a magnet, to her death. Nancy, Director of Operations, Editor
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