The Ghosts of Graceland, "The Glass Case"

From: Ana ()
Story type: Ghost
Location: Graceland, Memphis, Tennessee
Source: Form Submission

I had arrived in Memphis that morning and we stopped to eat at a Cracker Barrel downtown. I ate a huge meal and left for Graceland with a bag of horhound candy from the shop in the Cracker Barrel. I had to leave my candy in the car as I headed to the main entrance. I started out at the airplane and the small jet that Elvis had used for transportation and entertainment. I then moved on to take a audio tour in the beloved Graceland Mansion.

I was coming up to a glass case where one of Elvis's jumpsuits was stored. I stared at the glittering jewels encrusting the white fabric of the cape. I saw someone or something move quickly from the corner of my eye, but I did not pay much attention to it. I looked back to the glass case to see a face staring up at me with no expression at all. I jumped, but soon settled down, thinking that it was a reflection of a portrait or a television above and behind me. I studied the face for a few seconds..... and I saw that it was Elvis's blank face looking up at me from the glass case. I looked around, looking for a t.v. or a picture of Elvis. There was nothing to suggest any possible way to get a reflection in that room. There was only people, glass cases, and Elvis's own clothing and records. There were no photos, portraits, or televisions anywhere near this room. I freaked out and tried to see where this reflection was coming from by looking at the reflection, but it was gone.

I quickly moved on to the outside of the building, where the horses were kept near the Meditation Garden, where Elvis and his family is buried. I saw a black horse gallop across the pasture and into the white barn. I mentioned to my mother how beautiful that black horse was, only to be interrupted by my audio guide which commented that Elvis adored his horses, including one named Jack, a black thoroughbred. I thought, oh well that must've been the one I've seen. But as I thought about it, if Elvis loved his horse, Jack, then Jack wouldn't be alive, no horse could live that long. I asked personnel if they kept horses similar to what Elvis had when he was alive. The man I asked said that they were grooming the horses that day in a separate part of the Presley estate.

I moved on, surely pale and shocked, to the Meditation Garden. I could only walk around the rail that guarded Elvis and the Presley's and the flame that burned in the glass case. And there, again, in the reflection of the glass case, and in the plaque dedicated to the Presley's, was the relfection of Elvis Aaron Presley, who seemed to be standing right behind me. I then hurried to a picnic shelter nearby and waited for my mother to finish taking pictures. Later, in one of her pictures of the graves, was a dark figure of a blurred man walking behind my picnic shelter where I sat. The picture is framed on my wall.