Late one afternoon last week, my husband and I visited McRaven House — also known as “the most haunted house in Mississippi,” and “the third most haunted house in America.”

While researching its history before our visit, I was disappointed to discover that the house is for sale and is no longer open for tours. However, I am a firm believer in the philosophy of “where there’s a will, there’s a way,” so I called the listing agent and requested permission to tour the grounds and take pictures.

When we arrived at McRaven, we found that the entrance was overgrown and blocked by an elegant old gate which was padlocked.
I was totally enthralled before we ever laid a foot inside the gate. Just look at the details of the grape clusters and leaves (you can click on the photos to enlarge them, if you’d like).
Padlocked gate or not, I knew I had to see more and, since we had permission to explore the grounds, we climbed over this beautiful ornate iron fence that was connected to the gate …
We were there in late afternoon, and the grounds were shrouded in shade from the towering oak and magnolia trees.

The original pre-war strolling gardens dating from 1849, are overgrown now, but the old brick paths still meander in all directions, with faded Hydrangeas, Azaleas, Aspidistras, Crape Myrtles, and Grape Ivy gracing the walkways.
This is the path I chose to follow, because I couldn’t wait to see the house …


I was delighted with this most unusual door knocker on the front door, and would love to know its history.
The pierced columns on the front porch are interesting, too.

McRaven has seen its share of Vicksburg history, serving as a hospital during the Siege of Vicksburg, as well as the Union headquarters after the surrender. Occupied for many years by sisters Annie and Ella Murray, the house is currently owned by Leyland French, whose ancestor brought us French’s Mustard.

Totally unchanged since civil war days, battle scars and shell fragments still remain. It was a little unsettling to walk around the grounds where so much history had taken place. A somber reminder of that history was evident on the east lawn which was used as a Confederate encampment during the War.

Many a soldier met his Maker on the grounds of McRaven. A field hospital was set up during the Siege, and several minie balls dug up on the grounds bear teeth marks to witness the pain and suffering of those fallen comrades. This simple memorial commemorates the men who gave their all for the cause they believed in so strongly.

The Haunted History of McRaven House:

It is believed that at least five of the house’s inhabitants over the years died in or near the house. One of these five was John H. Bobb, who built the last section of the house. He died violently at the hands of Union soldiers outside McRaven.

Mary Elizabeth Howard’s spirit is said to grace the home also. She is believed responsible for antics of the lamp which sits beside the bed in her bedroom. [Note: While we were there, we noticed a light on upstairs and I’d like to think it was Mary Elizabeth just letting us know she was there.]

Her figure has also been seen on the flying wing staircase, and in the dining room. The wedding shawl which belonged to Mary Elizabeth has been known to cause strange occurrences — to some people it emits heat, and in some instances, it will almost jump out of a person’s hand.

One of the first spirits seen by the present owner, Leyland French, belongs to William Murray who acquired McRaven in 1882. William Murray was seen on the staircase. As soon as he was recognized, French ran back up the stairs into the Bobb bedroom and locked the door. The next day he contacted the local Episcopal priest and had the house blessed. Murray’s daughters, Ella and Annie, are other spirits that have been seen, both inside and outside on the grounds.

There have been many investigations conducted by experts in paranormal phenomena, during which pictures, videos, and recordings were captured revealing manifestations of energy forms at McRaven. Although quite visible on film, nothing was visible to the naked eye at the time the photos were taken. Perhaps, that is why I felt uneasy while we were there.

And speaking of feeling uneasy, I really had a feeling of uneasiness as I approached this old cistern and leaned over to take a picture of the bottom of it.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but, thankfully, there was nothing in it but dirt and some old boards and broken bricks.