She was the bane of my adolescence. I honestly have to admit she scared the wits out of me every time I piled into a car with teenage friends for a late night drunken cemetery orgy. Never got the courage to even approach her. The family were friends of my Prussian/Austrian immigrant family. We were taught to respect hallowed ground, but more than that, she had a foreboding presence that I repelled from if even 50 feet away!
I left the confines of my salad days in Baltimore in the early 1970’s, becoming a more seasoned traveler. By the time I returned and told myself this superstition is all hog wash, when much to my surprise as I walked through this revolutionary war era cemetery she was gone!!!
There are many tomes written on the saga of Black Aggie. They are weighted with exponential theories of voodoo and magic. I found this particular modern account summarizing both the legend and the final chapter of Black Aggie to be a good starting point for the novice reader. Dig in and look for more if you dare! ☠️
Here’s some campy spookiness from Spotify Boo!