You mentioned how whenever people took items from the site, they had bad luck. When I was in high school, we had a male cheerleader go there, and he took a brick. Within 2-3 weeks, he was doing a cheerleading stunt or something and fell wrong. Now he'll be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, and he has VERY limited movement control over the rest of his body.

This goes along with what my friend James Barbee e-mailed you about. I have taken many people up to Corpsewood over the past few years. This past winter I took a group of five people from my college up to the Manor. I knew all about it, so I took a Bible with me and did not take anything from the site. However, the group that I brought with me thought nothing of it and they all took bricks. Two days later I got a call at like 6:30 in the morning from one of the people in the group asking if I was ok. They also asked if I had had a car accident. They informed me that the day before (the day after our visit) all five of them had separate car accidents. I however did not. But I didn't take a brick.

I'm from Macon, Georgia and I am writing this letter about the Corpsewood Manor in Trion. I agree with Marlene from Summerville that they could have not been Satanists, and that some people need to back off of that. Even if they were Satanists, it sounds like they were nice people and didn't deserve this fate. And she's right on the Christian population in Georgia, too. It sucks there (I am now living in South Carolina). The point to my letter is that people need to realize that Satanists are people too. And the religion, Satanism, is not to just worship the devil, but to be yourself and do what you want. There are many rules that they have to abide by, like not to harm innocent people, children, or animals. They're a very respectful and friendly folk, proud as they might be. Hell, I'm not even sure if they were Lucifarians or what, but either way they were human. Their case shouldn't be known as "the slaying of the devil-worshipping fags", but as "murder of people." Gay and Satanist (such as the men of Corpsewood), atheist and bi (such as myself), or Christian and heterosexual (such as the majority of the world)...we are all human, we all have feelings, we all deserve to live, and we all should have equal rights - especially the right to die without stupid accusations. So may Dr. Scudder and Mr. Odom rest in peace with all respect.

If you notice in the last two photos (I think they are stairwell and kitchen/living room), there are two orbs in these photos. One is much brighter, and the other more faint. What is really interesting is that the bright orb is in the same spot in each photo. The pictures were taken from different angles, but the wall is the reference point for each. Looking for that, the orb is in the same exact spot! Weird and creepy!

Actually, there are two or three orbs in every single picture, with the exception of the one of the inside of the toilet!! Two of the orbs are brighter than others, but maybe the third orb could be the dog if he frequented those places (maybe thats why it's not in the toilet photo?) Just an observation.

I just wanted to give you my experience of Corpsewood Manor, AKA Devil Worshipper's Mountain. As a teenager, I was always interested in scary movies, haunted houses, etc. When I was around 16, a friend and I went to Corpsewood during the day to see the place. During the daytime, there isn't really any paranormal feelings associated with the place. At night...it is a different story. I have been at night multiple times, mostly to take new groups of people that want to see the place for the first time. All I can say is, I wouldn't advise anybody there to go without a Bible in hand, and please do not take any bricks from the ruins.

I have heard what sounded like dogs barking and growling, gun shots, I have smelled gun smoke, and I have smelled death (Yes, there is a smell of death...I am a nurse, I know). This is a great historic place to go to and learn from the rich history that is offered to the public. But please: if anyone wants to go, take someone with you that has been there before, and take a Bible. You can post this on your website if you want to. I hope the public will heed to this advice.

I'm a local to Corpsewood. I made my first trip there earlier this evening with several friends. We had some sort of an encounter. As locals, we've all been raised to somewhat "fear" the place. Local cops will not even make the journey up there. Some out of fear. Tonight when we went I was scared driving up, but once outside and after seeing all the ruins, the fear went away.

When everyone had relaxed (there were 10 of us), we decided to play a few rounds of hide-and-go-seek. I will admit that hiding in the dark, behind ruins, and in ditches did make me a bit more on edge. Once in our second or third round, a friend and I decided to go a little further out and hide in an area where there were some fallen trees. We heard a very long, rather loud howl. Seeing as how there are no wolves in the area, we assumed someone must have been raccoon hunting. It made a few of us a little more jumpy, and just to be safe and not run the risk of accidentally being shot, we all decided to head back towards our cars. As you know, the trip from the ruins back to the "parking area" takes about ten minutes due to the steep incline back up. We were all relatively close together, some walking faster than others. Due to my asthma, I was lagging more towards the back with a couple of others. Our cars could now be seen with our flashlights. When a member in the middle said "oh my god," all of us started looking and we realized what she was talking about. To our left there was what appeared to be a large white dog, similar to the mastiffs the old owner's kept. Not a dog breed that would be used for hunting, seeing as how mastiffs and similar breeds are herd dogs. It did creep us out, but there are so many dogs around that we calmed down after a few seconds. Until we realized only about half of our group could see the dog. Myself and five others could see it clearly, the other four could not. It was in my plain vision. Only being around 15 to 20 feet away. A few of us grabbed sticks just in case it was wild, and we slowly finished the rest of the trip to our cars. It didn't move the rest of the time we were there, and when we shined our lights on it, it's eyes did not reflect red. I don't know why it was there, or why only a few of us could see it. But I highly doubt I will ever go back.

My name is Brandon, and I am a Trion/Summerville local. I have been to Corpsewood Manor and Estate a couple of times, and I must say that nothing really happened. I am pretty "in touch" with the paranormal, and my cousins (Steven and Zack Reynolds) and I went there twice really late at night with my video camera and audio equipment. We honestly caught nothing but memories. We were sober, and the only feeling we had was complete comfort (we heard barking, but we determined it to be from nearby houses). I love the place, and my dad Darryl Reynolds, is writing a screenplay loosely based on the murders/legends. I think there is something paranormal there though. A force, presence, entity, or at least a large energy mass. I would love to go back there with my new little camera tomorrow since I'm off work.

I am writing in regards to my experiences at Corpsewood Manor in Trion, GA. I saw the other statements posted on your website, and thought that I would share mine with you as well. I am 27 years old, and work in state law enforcement. One of my first experiences there occurred in the spring of 1998. I was 16, and had just started driving. I was a member of the chorus and choral ensemble at a local high school, and we were preparing for our first performance of the musical, "Grease." After school that day, several of my friends in the chorus wanted to take a trip to Corpsewood because most of us had not ever been there. Being interested in the paranormal and having always heard the stories, I felt as if I just had to go. In the group of about a dozen of us, we parked at the pull off and began our 200 yard or so journey to the house. We got out to the house (or ruins) and began to look around. It was during the day, so you could see everything there. We walked around throughout the floor of the house, took a peak inside the "toilet," and walked around the edge of the pond. After goofing off a while, I told my friends that we needed to get back to the school shortly because of our upcoming performance. I saw a buddy of mine pick up a brick while we were walking away, but didn't think anything of it. There were three separate carloads of people in the group. We left and started back to the school. On the way back, the vehicle that I was driving was nearly stuck by another vehicle that ran a red light. I had to take evasive action to miss it. When we got to the school, I noticed that my other friends had not arrived yet and began to worry that they would be late for the play. One carload of my friends arrived and they told me that they had to get one of their parents to bring them over because on their way back, my friend who was driving, his car's front driver's side wheel completely fell off of his vehicle and he had had a wreck. The other carload of friends showed up soon afterward and stated that their vehicle had broken down. After the performance that night, I began to hear people start talking about how you are not supposed to remove items from the ruins. I'm not a superstitious person, but I have to admit that it was very strange that these separate three events that all happened within a few minutes time. It seemed like a really strange coincidence. I must admit that in all of my future visits to the site, I have never removed any items and refused to drive anyone there before I make sure that they do not pick up anything and take it with them.