Haunted Fort

ed. Even the skeptics, when presented with stranger circumstances than may be easily dismissed by logic, are sometimes forced to use the I-don’t-know-how-to-explain-it shoulder shrug. It seems that when the Custer House was reconstructed in 1989 the men and women who long ago lived and died at Fort Lincoln were themselves resurrected. Interpreters and tourists both reported paranormal experiences from the beginning, and as more buildings were added, so too were hauntings to the chronicles of the strange and unexplained at Fort Lincoln. A woman wearing a black dress is seen looking out a second-floor window of the Custer House; footsteps are heard pacing the sergeant’s quarters in the Barracks; the voices of weeping women echo along the boardwalk; a shadowy figure stalks the Commissary at night; horses’ hooves stomp the dirt of their stalls in the Stables. Paranormal activity has continued for years; occasionally a new phenomena is documented—floating orbs in photographs became quite popular in the early part of the 21st century. It became clear that, try as we may, we could not continue to turn a deaf ear to the stories we heard, or the fervor they created. That autumn we embraced the gothic side of Fort Lincoln and ardently began planning the new event. We turned to history and horror films for inspiration, blending the two into a combination of eerie effects and in-your-face scares that successfully transformed the buildings at Fort Lincoln into a terrifying attraction. And that was just the beginning. Our operation has expanded exponentially over the years. We added an afternoon children’s bash -- a carnival-like series of games and prizes for children too young for the evening attraction. The main event, once occupying only one weekend, expanded to four due to popular demand. Haunted Fort has evolved into the Fort Abraham Lincoln State Park's largest event. All of the proceeds are used to maintain the region’s best interpretive program, and operations within Fort Abraham Lincoln State Park. It used to be that when the leaves began to turn, we would get ready to close up shop for the winter. Now, our minds change with the leaves—we turn away from Custer and the Mandan Indians and delve into the world of Poe, Le Fanu and King; of Michael Meyers, Freddy Kruger and Jigsaw. We plot, build, destroy, disembowel and dismember. With our own phobias ever in our minds, Haunted Fort becomes the place where nightmares come to life.