![]() ![]() ![]() When he heard this sad news, his father, Samuel Rembert, hitched up a horse and buggy and journeyed all the way to Shiloh to bring his boy’s body home. But when the war started, only one of the men, 18-year-old Andrew Rembert, went off to battle, where he lost his life at Shiloh. The Remberts were indeed farmers and landowners in this area. It’s a chilling story, best told in the darkness as you gathered your friends around the angel. Days or weeks later, one of the Remberts came home and discovered this atrocity, and survivors later erected this monument in the woods near their old home. One day, Union deserters came across the Rembert farmhouse, broke inside, and did terrible things to the women and children, who were unable to defend themselves, or their home, against this “lot of cutthroats.” A “brave and brilliant” brother, who stayed behind because he was too young to fight, died trying to save his family. The most common one was this: The Remberts were a peaceful farming family, and when the Civil War began, the menfolk joined the Confederate Army and went off to battle. But oh my goodness, if you didn’t know this in advance, and you ventured into those dark woods at night, and came across “her” in your light, well, let me tell you that it was one of the scariest things you could ever see.Ī few years later, only the base remained.Įveryone had different versions of the terrible story that prompted such a bitter carving. I realize now that the much-feared Crying Angel sounds like little more than a stone carving. Moonlight flickering through the trees overhead also created the optical illusion that the angel’s wings were gently moving. And here’s the best part: The stone had specks of mica or some other shiny material embedded in it, so if you visited this old gravestone at night - and really, that was the best time to do it - the beam of your flashlight caused the angel’s face to sparkle, giving the remarkable effect that the statue was actually crying. The whole thing, pedestal and all, stood about eight feet high. So let me just spoil part of the mystery right now by explaining that the Crying Angel is - or was - nothing but a granite statue, a carved figure mounted atop a high pedestal, in a long-abandoned family graveyard. The Lauderdales once owned land along Old Millington Road, and so it was easy to pay a visit to the Crying Angel, day or night. But I think I can tell most of the real story here because I have actually seen this apparition myself - at least 20 times over the years, in fact. And let me tell you, it took nerves of steel to wait in the dark while a white-robed angel, with wings gently flapping in the breeze and tears coursing down her cheeks - strolled past, never making a sound. Venturing into those dark woods at night, hoping for a glimpse of it, became a rite of passage for many teenagers. As nights go by, the lines between reality and nightmarish fantasies begin to blur.All that was left of the Crying Angel in 1990.ĭear Vance: What is the story of the “Crying Angel” - a terrifying creature that supposedly roams a patch of woods near Millington?ĭear T.F.: So many stories have been told about the Crying Angel that it’s difficult to separate fact from fiction.Meet eerie characters, learn their stories and decide their fate.Make decisions that impact the world of Darkwood, its inhabitants and the story you experience.Gain skills and perks by extracting a strange essence from mutated fauna and flora and injecting it into your bloodstream.By night find shelter, barricade, set up traps and hide or defend yourself from the horrors that lurk in the dark.By day explore the randomly generated, ever-sinister woods, scavenge for materials, craft weapons and discover new secrets.Test your skills and figure things out on your own! Survival horror from a top-down perspective that is terrifying to play.Scavenge and explore the rich, ever-changing free-roam world by day, then hunker down in your hideout and pray for the morning light. Darkwood provides a new perspective on survival horror. ![]()
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