Thursday, February 14, 2008

Happy Valenties Day!!! V-Day Massacre!



Happy Valentines Day! In the spirit of livescifi.tv's, "In Search of the Paranormal," here is some info on the V-day massacre, and the location which is supposedly haunted.

Is Chicago's St. Valentine's Day Massacre Crime Scene Haunted or Not?

If you've ever visited the location of 2122 N. Clark Street in Chicago, you will only see a fenced lawn and a few trees. Once, a long time ago, a building stood in this spot. Visitors walking past the lawn have reported hearing screams, the sound of a barking dog and a machine gun. Animals are supposed to be skittish about going near the small patch of lawn.
I visited the area not too long ago. I expected some sensation as I stood on the ground of what is probably Chicago's most notorious crime and bloodiest mob hit of all times: The St. Valentine's Day Massacre.
On February 14, 1929, in a warehouse that once stood on this ground, seven of mobster Bugs Moran's men were gunned down in cold blood by a hail of machine gun fire as they were lined up against the garage wall. By five men, who posed as police officers. Although the massacre is long assumed to be the work of rival gang member, Al Capone (who was conveniently vacationing down in Florida at the time), no one was ever charged with the crime.
Six men waited in this red brick warehouse for a truck delivery of illegal whiskey. The seventh man, John May, was an auto mechanic who Moran had hired to fix a truck. He had his dog with him and the dog was tied to the truck. As he worked, the other men waited patiently for both Moran and the whiskey.
Instead, a police car pulled up and five men entered into the garage. Two were dressed as police officers, the other three were assumed to be undercover agents. All seven men were lined up against the wall, in the anticipation of an arrest. Instead of being roughed up or handcuffed, they were murdered. The dog was the only survivor.
But the gunmen missed their real target. Moran was running late that day and pulled up to the warehouse to see a police squad car. He thought it was a police raid; then he heard the gunfire. And he fled.
The brutal slaying of the seven men by machine gun shocked the world and is yet another infamous chapter in Chicago's mob history. Although Capone was never charged with the crime, most people believed him to be the mastermind and the man who was once more popular with the people of the city than the mayor, soon lost their favor. It didn't matter, though. Capone was about to be charged with tax evasion and prohibition was soon going to end.
Years later, the building was used as an antique furniture storage facility. But the lure of the building to tourists was much more than that of customers, and the store was soon closed. In the late 1960s, the building was demolished. The end of the era of a morbid attraction seemed to be at hand.
But an entrepreneurial businessman was able to salvage the bricks in the wall; the wall the men were lined up against and shot to death. he opened up a nightclub and used the bricks as somewhat of a macabre attraction. When the club closed, the man decided to sell the 417 bricks at $1,000 a piece. I can remember this happening; it was in the 1980s. It was the era of Dynasty and Dallas and lavish parties at the White House thrown by the Reagans. And some people could afford to pay $1,000 for a piece of history.
Legend has it that the bricks brought bad luck to every single person who purchased them. It is said that the negative energy from the attack was somehow transformed into the bricks and then to the owner of the bricks. It was never explained, however, how the man who bought the bricks in the first place, exploited them in his club and then sold them, was now $417,000 richer. There are stories of the bricks being returned. Of the buyers facing financial ruin, ill health and even death. But whatever became of the bricks is today, a mystery.
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1 comment:

spiritsheart said...

Thats odd that the shooting was at 2122 N. Clark Street, We live at 2128 N. Clark, thats no joke