Some statues honor the dead. Others refuse to let them rest.
At the center of the cemetery sat the figure they whispered about in school hallways and at sleepovers—Black Aggie.
The statue was massive: a cloaked woman, seated with her head bowed, her stone hands resting on her knees. Even in photographs she looked imposing, but in person she radiated something heavier. Her shadow seemed thicker than the rest of the night, her hood casting her face into impenetrable darkness.
“Her eyes glow red after midnight,” one of the boys muttered. Another added, “If you sit in her lap, you’ll be dead within two weeks.”
Laughter followed, shaky and brittle. Still, one dared himself forward. He climbed past the iron fence, crunching over gravel until he stood beneath the looming statue. The others hissed for him to stop, but he ignored them, scrambling up onto her lap.
For a long moment, nothing happened. Then the statue’s eyes—stone and lifeless—flared with a dull crimson glow. The boy leapt down, pale and shaking, and the group ran screaming for the gate.
By morning, the story had already grown. Some said he fell ill that night. Others swore he never woke up. Whether truth or rumor, the legend of Black Aggie lived on.
Who—or What—Was Black Aggie?
Black Aggie was the nickname given to a seated funerary statue placed on the grave of General Felix Agnus in Washington, D.C.’s Rock Creek Cemetery in 1926.
The statue was a near-duplicate of a much more famous work: Adams Memorial by artist Augustus Saint-Gaudens, a piece commissioned by Marian Adams after the death of her husband, historian Henry Adams. The original, often called Grief (though Adams himself rejected the title), became a celebrated work of American art.
The Agnus family’s version was not an authorized copy. Purchased from sculptor Eduard L. A. Pausch, it was close enough to the original to invite comparison, but critics noted it lacked the subtlety and artistry of Saint-Gaudens’s masterpiece. Its heavier features, stark surfaces, and the deep shadows of its hooded face gave it a more sinister presence.
Locals quickly took notice. They began calling the statue “Black Aggie,” both for the dark cast of its stone and for the unnatural gloom it seemed to radiate.
General Felix Agnus
To understand why the statue drew attention, it helps to know the man beneath it.
Felix Agnus was a French-born immigrant who fought with distinction in the American Civil War. He served in the 5th New York Volunteers and later the 165th New York Infantry, rising to the rank of brigadier general. He was wounded multiple times in battle and earned a reputation for courage and toughness.
After the war, Agnus married into the prominent Jenkins family of Baltimore and became the publisher of the Baltimore American newspaper. For decades he was a leading figure in Maryland journalism and civic life.
When he died in 1925, his family sought a grand monument. Instead of commissioning something original, they purchased the copy that became Black Aggie.
It’s likely the controversy around using a replica—seen as disrespectful or cheapening—helped fuel the early whispers that the statue was somehow “wrong.”
The Legends
From the very beginning, Aggie was surrounded by eerie stories.
The glowing eyes: Passersby claimed her stone eyes glowed red at night, scanning the cemetery like a watchman. Some said the glow was faint and flickering, others insisted it was bright enough to see from the road.
The midnight dare: The most famous tale was that anyone who sat in Aggie’s lap at midnight would die within two weeks. Teenagers sneaked into Rock Creek Cemetery to test the legend. Whether anyone truly died afterward or not, the story spread like wildfire.
The gathering of the dead: Visitors claimed to see ghostly figures rising from nearby graves to cluster at Aggie’s feet, as though she summoned them to her.
Curses on women: Pregnant women were warned not to pass near Aggie at night, lest they miscarry.
Barren earth: Locals said grass refused to grow in the shadow of the statue, leaving a patch of bare earth even in summer.
Specific stories circulated:
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A soldier stationed nearby sat on Aggie’s lap and was later found dead.
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A cemetery watchman reported hearing whispers around her before shooting himself.
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Teens who mocked Aggie sometimes found themselves struck by sudden illness.
Whether these were coincidences, fabrications, or exaggerations, they became inseparable from the statue’s reputation.
A Reputation Grows
By the 1930s, Black Aggie was infamous. Local newspapers occasionally mentioned her, and word-of-mouth kept her legend alive. Daring a friend to visit Aggie at night became a rite of passage for Washington, D.C. teens.
Her reputation as a cursed statue stood in sharp contrast to the Adams Memorial just a short distance away. Where Saint-Gaudens’s original was admired for its contemplative sorrow, Aggie was feared as an omen of death.
The comparison only deepened the divide: one a masterpiece, the other a copy turned curse.
Similar Legends
Black Aggie’s story connects her to other haunted or cursed objects around the world.
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The Devil’s Chair (Florida): Cemetery chairs in places like Cassadaga and Lake Helen are said to be thrones for the Devil. Sit in one at midnight, and you’ll hear him whisper—or worse. Visitors often leave unopened beer cans, which are rumored to vanish by morning.
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Robert the Doll (Key West, Florida): Given to a boy named Robert Eugene Otto in the early 1900s, the doll became infamous after the family claimed it moved on its own and whispered in the night. Today it resides in a museum, where visitors send letters begging forgiveness for mocking it after reporting car accidents and injuries.
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Annabelle the Doll (Connecticut): Once a simple Raggedy Ann doll, Annabelle gained notoriety after paranormal investigators Ed and Lorraine Warren declared it possessed. Housed in their Occult Museum, it became the inspiration for The Conjuring and Annabelle films.
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Weeping Statues: From Italy to Japan, statues of saints and Madonnas are said to shed tears—sometimes of blood. Believers see miracles; skeptics see hoaxes. But either way, statues that seem alive have always unnerved us.
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The Basano Vase (Italy): A silver vase from the 15th century supposedly cursed its owners with death. After generations of tragedy, it was sealed away and buried.
Like Aggie, each of these objects was once ordinary—until stories turned them into conduits of fear.
The Real Fate of Black Aggie
By the 1950s and 60s, Rock Creek Cemetery was plagued by trespassers drawn by Aggie’s legend. Vandals chipped at her stone for souvenirs. Teenagers left trash, graffiti, and offerings at her feet. The Agnus family, already unhappy with the notoriety, decided enough was enough.
In 1967, Black Aggie was removed from the cemetery. She was donated to the Smithsonian Institution, where she was eventually placed in the courtyard of the Dolly Madison House in Washington, D.C. Today she resides in storage, no longer accessible to the public.
But her removal didn’t erase the legend. If anything, it magnified it. People whispered that even in storage, she caused unease among staff. Others insisted her curse followed those who handled her.
The grave of General Agnus still remains in Rock Creek Cemetery, but without Aggie, it looks strangely ordinary. Visitors who know the legend often remark on the emptiness, as though the space remembers the shadow that once sat there.
How to Protect Yourself
As with many cursed legends, stories about Aggie included instructions on how to avoid her wrath.
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Don’t meet her gaze. Looking directly into her eyes at night was said to invite death.
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Never sit in her lap. The most famous and deadly dare.
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Avoid her shadow after dark. Passing too close was courting disaster.
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Show respect. Aggie’s curse was often framed as punishment for mocking the dead.
Though the statue is gone from public view, the rules are still repeated by those who tell her story.
Final Thoughts
Black Aggie was never meant to terrify. She began as a memorial, a work of mourning placed on a family grave. Yet within a generation, she had become one of America’s most infamous cursed statues.
Maybe it was her unsettling appearance—the way her hooded face seemed alive with secrets. Maybe it was resentment over her origins as a copy of a masterpiece. Or maybe it was the tragedies and whispers that clung to her until her reputation could not be undone.
Whatever the cause, Aggie became something larger than stone. She was a mirror of our fears: of death, of disrespecting the dead, of objects that seem to watch us back.
Today she sits unseen, tucked away in storage. But her legend endures, a reminder that sometimes grief carved in stone can cast a shadow that never fades.
Some statues honor the dead. Black Aggie, it seems, wanted company.
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