don’t know how many people that read this will know of Graceland Too and its
legacy in the Delta and beyond. It was one of those places that make this land
and its people fabled in the American conscience, the kind that occupies
Southern lore alongside voodoo villages, abandoned factories, and the like.
a black and stormy night ridden with rain and wind, a few friends and
I met at an hour before midnight to leave for Holly Springs, Mississippi.
This small, quiet town was home to the iconic blue house known more
affectionately as 'Graceland Too.' One of us had visited Graceland Too once
during her high school days of intrigue, and the rest of us possessed a vibrant
fascination for the famed house where Elvis memorabilia filled every corner and
crevice, collected by a man named 'Paul' whose obsession was known by rumor and
fabled by lore.
driving through heavy rain for almost an hour we arrived a little after
midnight to the Antebellum house painted blue, covered in high chain link
fences and barbed wire; a setting not unlike the beginning scenes of so many
horror films. Two stone lions crouched on their platforms guarding the house in
stoicism and caution to the ill-intended intruder. The porch held nothing,
apart from an empty postcard rack that squeaked in the wind. On the door hung a
single Christmas reef.