The origins of the Wilson Clan
C. Scott Sliger 2010
Excerpt from the journal of Jonathan Eustace Wilson, Columbus Ohio 2009
As time passes, I wonder about how certain events shape a person’s life.
How a families secrets, like a worm hidden inside an apple, soon come to life.
I am the great grandson of Edward Wilson, and I am the only surviving heir to the Wilson heritage.
One of the female slaves that worked for Mr. & Mrs. Wilson was attacked by Mr. Wilson, and impregnated.
Her name was Cleo DeJilleau, and she was my great grandmother.
As I grew, I came to the youthful conclusion that I was an heir to a great family and I wanted to know more about my ancestors.
I now wish that I had never heard the Wilson name, or what it meant to be one of that clan.
Being young and headstrong, early on I decided to investigate my family heritage. I looked for and read every ledger and newspaper article, and such that I could find about my ancestors.
I traveled to New Orleans and then to Ohio to unravel the mysteries surrounding my family.
It would seem that Mr. Edward Wilson had married twice, once to Ms. Elmira Harris, and second to a Ms. Lucinda LeJarre. It is said that Ms. Harris committed suicide, shortly after marrying Mr. Wilson. She had discovered his many evil and crooked land dealings and how so many had suffered from those deals.
Not long after marrying to Ms. LeJarre, rumors of her shady past began to circulate.
It was said that Ms. LeJarre was a sadist, and a cold hearted, icy blooded woman, who killed for joy and committed unspeakable acts of torture for pleasure.
It is also said that she was married twice as well. Her first husband, a Mr. Jeb Brown died under mysterious circumstances. No charged were brought against Ms. LeJarre, but when her late husband’s body was taken away by a medical crew it showed signs of extremely painful torture.
Ms. LeJarre soon moved from that area and was never heard from again.
Not long after, she met Mr. Edward Wilson and the two were married, a match made in hell some said.
Around the late 1700’s my great great aunt was born. Mary Elizabeth Wilson was born on October 31st 1782. She was a quiet, jaundiced child who never cried.
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She found happiness in books. It is said that she practically devoured books, any subject any genre, and she didn’t Distinguish between them. It is whispered that she preferred books on the dark arts and ancient rituals.
It is also said that she buried herself in books to escape her home life. Her father all but ignored her and her mother horribly abused her, sometimes beating the child nearly to death on several occasions for the slightest infraction.
Around that time period, two significant things happened to shed light on the Wilson families’ doings.
The first was the suicide of a young slave girl. She dove to her death from the third floor of the mansion, practically onto the front stoop of the Wilson home. She was five months pregnant with Mr. Wilson’s child.
The second was a fire that started in the kitchen of the mansion that practically gutted the house. A slave was said to have started the fire to draw attention to the goings on in the house.
Upon entering the premises, authorities discovered a Charnel house of torture and death.
It seems that Mrs. Wilson was a sadist who not only beat her slaves but also tortured them, many times to their deaths.
It was later discovered that there was a total of over two hundred badly decomposed bodies either buried hastily on the grounds of the mansion or beneath the floorboards of the house itself.
Mrs. Wilson was known to throw lavish parties. She would hold these events that sometimes lasted for days. Her guests were all said to be the cream of south’s most elite and influential. It is also rumored that she fed her wealthy and well to do guests the dismembered parts of her tortured and murdered slaves.
One autumn afternoon when the family took its daily buggy ride, they vanished. This occurred just hours before they were to be taken into custody by the police for the murders. It is around this time that my great grandmother was discovered half alive inside the house and six months pregnant with Mr. Wilson’s child.
The trail next led me to Hilliard Ohio , where the family settled and began living and doing just as they had before.
Around this time I ran across a journal entry by a land surveyor dated three hundred years ago, which detailed the history of the land that my ancestors had settled on.
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The journal entry detailed how the local Indians shunned the area now known as Hilliard. They had named it “ Noack cha shact teeday” translated it meant (the place of great darkness)
The Indians spoke of ancient and evil beings that inhabited the area, devouring unwary travelers who were foolish enough to ignore the warnings.
The more I investigated about the area, the more I realized that this place had become a Lodestone for evil and darkness, drawing those who had evil in their souls like iron filings to a massive magnet
1804, the entire Wilson family was murdered. Legend has it that this is also the same time that Mary placed her curse on these lands. Some said it was Evil building on evil.
There isn’t much that happened until around 1924, when a reporter for the Cincinnati gazette was looking into the mysterious goings on in the area and discovered the stories about my ancestors. He vanished, and two days later his badly torn up remains appeared on his very own doorstep.
Four years later, a low class traveling circus and freak show was going through the area and vanished without a trace. It had been called Dr. Moribundi’s Traveling circus and astounding freak show. This is what I was able to uncover about the circus and its infamous owner.
Dr. Elias Moribundi was a self proclaimed “Faith Healer”, snake oil salesman, con man and killer. It was said that Dr. Moribundi had murdered an entire family one lazy afternoon for not paying for his services.
Many stories circulated about the Doctor and his dark past. One such story came from a newspaper article dated two years before his disappearance. It stated that the good doctor, a rising surgeon had invited a family of drifters into his home to share the holidays with him and his family. The drifters robbed him, murdered his family and left the doctor for dead. It was later discovered that the drifters had been robbing and murdering their way across the U.S.
Many months later the entire family was wiped out, torn limb from limb with almost surgical precision. Not much had been left of them to identify. An investigation was mounted into the deaths, and doctor Moribundi had been questioned. The investigation was dropped for lack of evidence.
There were sinister rumors about the freaks that populated his freak show. They were
Said to be Moribundi’s experiments and surgical mistakes. They resembled twisted and horrible parodies of humanity, all from the diseased mind of Moribundi.
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Those cursed lands and their evil were dormant for many years until the year 2005.
October 2005, a team of paranormal investigators led by a Doctor Lucias Morgan, head of the OSU Paranormal investigation department aided by a local National Guard troop that was in turn lead by a Corporal Lance Michael, vanished, when they went to investigate the allegations of haunting and mysterious murders in the area.
Two days later a pile of severed human heads was discovered on the doorstep of the local sheriff. The heads all belonged to the paranormal investigators and every member of the National Guard troop. It was also said the each face was frozen is a rictus of absolute terror.
As I investigated this occurrence I learned about Dr. Morgan and Corporal Michael.
Many years earlier Dr. Morgan had been under investigation for the murders of his entire family, including his mother in law. It was stated that he did this to cover up the land deal scams, which made him millions.
Corporal Lance Michael had been discharged from the army under a cloud of suspicion. He was accused of murdering an entire group of elders from a small Iraq town. They were said to be in evening prayer when he burst in spraying the entire mosque with semiautomatic gunfire.
This is as far as my personal research has led me. I realized that as I looked into these stories and rumors, that if my Great grand father were alive today, and knew of my existence, I would be dead….
What was that sound??? Not again….
For six nights running, something, dark and powerful has been attempting to get into the house. Something that left claw marks in stone.
For years I heard whispered rumors of a terrible curse that was attached to my family and ancestors.
Maybe it has come to claim its last heir.
I have attempted to put to paper all that I have uncovered. I have recorded these events as a warning to those who might feel brave enough to enter the area where my ancestors died. May God have mercy on their souls and mine….
Excerpt from a local newspaper article:
“Local author murdered under mysterious circumstances”.
The badly mutilated remains of a one Jonathan Wilson were discovered by his cleaning lady this morning. The authorities could find no reason for motive in the slaying, nor could they find any means of entry for the murderer. The house was bolted up tight , from the inside.