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INVESTIGATIONS
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Due to the nature of the publicity that the paranormal field has
recently taken, MAGIC has decided not to put forth all of our public
investigations for scrutiny. We have below some of the locations
and our findings. We are strongly against those that choose
to trespass without permission as well as thrill seekers. MAGIC
feels that this unprofessional, disrespectful and reckless. Further
it demonstrates a lack of scientific study. Through the years MAGIC has participated in many home investigations and their specific addresses will never be publically listed. If our clients allow we may share some of the evidence but keeping names, locations confidential. If you want to know
more about the additional public places we have visited please feel free to contact us
directly.MAGIC does its best to provide factual and
honest information. We make efforts to never to provide erroneous
or untrustworthy information to the public. As such we also want
you to understand that investigational evidence at these locations listed here
(which includes photos, audio, video and personal experiences) may
not necessarily have anything paranormal in them.
Our findings are for public scrutiny and we would love to hear from you.
- STATE HOSPITAL
- DUGEON ROCK
- VALE END
- TOM SWAMP
- RIVER VIEW
- ASA SNOW
- UNKNOWN CEMETERY
- ACTON
- NH TRIP
- WINCHENDON
- PRISON CAMPS
METROPOLITAIN STATE HOSPITAL
*Photo
was taken from Met State web Site*
A growing need for an additional state hospital for the city of Boston was first voiced at the turn of the 20th century, yet the state did not allocate the resources to build a second metropolitan psychiatric institution until 1927. The cornerstone for Metropolitan State Hospital was laid down in 1927 in a newly purchased tract of land that spanned the towns of Waltham, Lexington, and Belmont. Most buildings are Colonial style, with red-brick facades and white trim. The campus consisted of an administration building, medical-surgical facility, acute and chronic care buildings, staff housing, morgue and power plant. The largest was the chronic care building, called the continued treatment group (CTG); it was laid out as a basic rectangle with wings protruding from the outside on the outer edges and the inside formed an outdoor courtyard. A psychiatric hospital for children and adolescents was built on the property called the Gaebler Center, named after the second superintedant of MSH. Met State first opened with the capacity of just over 1,000 patients, but was already housing about 100 over the maximum only two years after opening.
In 1978, a patient named Melvin Wilson murdered co-patient Anne Marie Davee, dismembered her body, and buried her in several shallow graves on the grounds of Met State. Wilson kept seven of Ms Davee's teeth in his possession which was found on him by staff, and pieces of Wilson's clothing and the presumed murder weapon (a hatchet) were also found two months after Davee's disappearance. Despite these disturbing discoveries, an investigation was not made until 19 reports of negligence by state mental health workers were looked into along with this case almost two years after Davee had been missing. On August 12, 1980, Wilson led investigators to the graves, and was taken to Bridgewater State Hospital (a secure forensic hospital).
The hospital closed in January 1992, and left a maze of rotting wards and tunnels behind. Since MSH shares land in three separate towns, one plans to build low income housing, another envisions a nine hole golf course, and the other will leave the property as open space. A cemetery exists on campus, containing 480 anonymous markers, and possibly many more that have sunken beneath the ground.
The movie "A Civil Action," starring John Travolta, featured the grounds of the hospital. The film dramatized the story of the real-life civil action suit of eight Woburn, Massachusetts families who charged two large corporations with contaminating local drinking water, leading to the deaths of their children by leukemia. The hospital grounds were used to film the dumping site.
Most of the buildings at MSH have been demolished for condos in 2006-2007 information gathered was from http://www.opacity.us/site20_metropolitan_state_hospital.htm
Our findings at this location
Magic had the opportunity to visit this location. Here are a few photos
    
Here are a few voice recordings otherwise known as an EVP that we captured.
Can you make this one out?
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Here's another one responding to Carrie saying Hello
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Here's another that was taken in the theatre
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This
one was also taken in the theatre
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Can you make this one out?
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Here's another that just does make sense"?"
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Here
is another sounds like "HELP US?" Do you agree?
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A MAGIC day trip out to Lynn Woods to see if
we could capture any activity based on alleged
reports.
We took a few digital and regular cameras. sony
voice recorders, 2 compasses', Emf detector,
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EVPS
Here's
where Troy went into the cave by himself. Its
faint but it sounds like a mans voice saying "Help
me"PLAY
We were all in the cave
at this point and there's a weird voice in the
back ground.We have yet to figure out what it
is, Can you? PLAY
Upon listening to the whole
tape we found this one to be the most interesting.
This EVP was taken co-in siding with one of the
anomalous pictures above(middle row, fourth from
left). Its sounds like a woman with a very deep
voice Saying "Its the holy ghost" PLAY
Hears another woman's voice unlike ours that was
taken when we saying that we should leave. Its
sounds like " You have to" .PLAY
ABOUT
PIRATE THOMAS VEALE
Thomas Veale was one of four pirates from New
England, who rowed boat full of plunder up the
river Saugus and settled at Lynn Woods place.
With them was also beautiful young woman. On Dungeon
Rock they dug a well, built a hut and lived as
long as the women died.
Three pirates were captured and ended on the gallows
in England, but Thomas Veale was able to escape
and then he supposedly lived in a cave with his
hidden booty. At the same time he was working
as a cordwainer. In 1658 the earthquake blocked
the cave by big rocks and since that time nobody
had seen Veale again.
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ABOUT LYNN WOODS
On the shore north of Boston, in woods near Lynn,
an outcropping of boulders is piled where, in
an ancient age, the bedrock scraped off the bottom
of a receding glacier, captured from it the huge
stones it had been carrying, and left them.
Among the irregular stones was formed a natural
cave. A legend described how, sometime after
1650, pirates had sailed up the Saugus River nearby
to avoid capture, secreted their boat in the brush
along the shore, made their way through the woods
above, found the cave, and hid themselves there
with their treasure. The legend said that
while they were hidden, an earthquake shook the
rock and buried them along with their gold.
After that, the locals called the stone outcropping
surrounding it Dungeon Rock, by 1850, decades
of treasure-seekers had explored the cave to test
the truth of the legend, with no results except
a few reports of pirate ghosts haunting the place,
and still trying to protect their gold.
Over the years, many trance seers and diviners
visited Lynn’s Dungeon Rock. They
gave hints about where the pirate treasure was
hidden. They followed in the prophetic traces
of Lynn’s own seeress, healer, and witch,
Moll Pitcher, who at the beginning of the 19th
century, had declared that “The day will
come when the rockbound secrets of Dungeon Cave
will be revealed and the world will be astonished
at the priceless gems discovered. There
are also the gold coins of all nations in boxes.
There will be found ransom and riches enough to
purchase and empire.” Only a seer
would be able to locate it, through reading “the
pictorial language of crags, cliffs, and rocks
of ages.” [Ellen M. Griffin, Moll Pitcher’s
Prophecies; or the American Sibyl. Boston:
Eastburn Press, 1895.]
Jesse Hutchinson of the Hutchinson Family Singers
bought land in Lynn on which to build a house,
but also bought the property around Dungeon Rock.
His brother John explained why:
Soon after he began to believe in the spiritualistic
philosophy, Jesse conceived the idea that there
could be no more convincing proof of its truth
than to find that supposed treasure through spiritual
guidance. He therefore went at the work
with drill and powder, seeking light from mediums
in his effort.
—John Wallace Hutchinson, The Story of the
Hutchinsons. Boston: Lee and Shepard, 1896.
2:273.
Jesse spent months at work, consulting with local
mediums for guidance on where to dig, and then
in a mighty effort at excavation that came up
with nothing. After this, Jesse decided
to head out to California to look for his fortune
there (but as a merchant and supplier to the gold
fields, not as a miner), and he sold Dungeon Rock
to a man named Hiram Marble, who spent the next
couple of decades in pursuit of the supposed treasure,
guided by spirit mediums. A reporter from
the Boston Post found Mr. Marble at work one day
in the cave he had blasted out of the rock:
The interior, illuminated by a single lamp, was
gloomy in the extreme, and the son of Mr. Marble
and another man employed in the drilling, looked
wild and weird-like in its rays. The ragged
points of rock were black with powder, and wet
from the rains that trickled through the invisible
veins in the rock, and the atmosphere was damp
and heavy. Mr. M. was asked if the air ever
became so bad as to be dangerous, and he replied,
that when it became so they usually made up a
fire in the cave and burnt it out. Mr. Marble
informed us that he was directed in every instance
where the drill should be placed by the spirits.
His hand would be compelled, often, to place it
where his own opinion was that another place would
be better, and showed the party the position of
the next two-days’ blast. [. . .]
Mr. Marble is a genuine specimen of the Yankee.
He is a plain, unpretending man, of some fifty
years of age—practically intelligent, with
an eye that sees and a memory that retains everything—communicative
and free in his conversation—laughing with
the laughers at the apparent absurdity of his
position, and yet, with an unswerving faith, pursuing
the course marked out for him by what he conceives
to be a superior intelligence. He disavows
all pre-disposition to be credulous, and avows
his belief in the matter only through the most
stubborn evidence.
—New Era (Boston), December 9, 1854 [reprinted
from the Boston Post]
Marble eventually created a little visitor center
at the Rock, displaying spirit pictures drawn
in trance, bits of iron and interesting stones
found in the excavation, and plans for a Spiritualist
center to be built with the treasure when it was
found. His son Edwin helped his father at
the work for many years.
A party of people from Charlestown and Boston,
who had lately become interested in the place,
were there on a visit, when a medium, being entranced,
purported to speak from the spirit of Sir Walter
Scott, and requested a lady who was present to
make Mr. M. a present, such as he (the spirit)
would dictate. It afterwards came in the
shape of a flag-staff, eighty feet in length,
which was firmly planted in the place formerly
excavated by the Hutchinsons. Then a flag
with the appropriate inscription, “Thy faith
is founded on a rock,” was raised upon it
by the lady’s own hands.
—Enesee [Nancy Snow Emerson], The History
of Dungeon Rock. Boston: Bela Marsh, 1856:64.
[Emerson was a medium who worked with Hiram Marble.
She wrote the book to raise money for his project.]
Excursionists often stopped by to tour the place,
and pick up some of the uncanny atmosphere around
Lynn, which had developed a reputation, not only
for spirits, but also for labor radicalism and
sightings of sea serpents. Lynn seems to
have had a relation to Boston at the time similar
to that which Berkeley had to San Francisco a
century later—Think Berkeley crossed with
Atlantic City:
We should have said before that this is considered
a kind of Mecca for those who hold to the Spiritual
faith. There are several buildings which
seem to have been dropped down without much order,
and a large platform furnished with plank seats.
An entertainment had been furnished, though for
what purpose or by whom we knew not. There
was some fine singing, in solos, duets, and quartettes,
and a slender little girl showed a good lip, large
lungs, and nimble fingers on a silver cornet,
out of which she fired repeated volleys of sputtering
jigs at the over-elated spectators.
—Frank P. Harriman, “Dungeon Rock,
Lynn,” The Bay State Monthly (Boston) 1:4
(April 1884):236.
As far as anyone knows, no treasure has ever been
found at Dungeon Rock.
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Investigations are the key
in finding authentic paranormal activity using
scientific methods. Our goal in this field is
to rule out any natural possibilities that what
you have left could be of paranormal origin. This
is a list of places that we have visited that
have unjustified evidence. We don't claim that
these places are in fact haunted but have behaviors
that are unexplainable.
There are certain steps that MAGIC takes when
performing any investigation
To learn more about how Magic’s investigates
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VALE END CEMETERY -NH
Dates of visits varry from August
to Sept, 2003 to current
Present - Jason, Mike , Chris and Carrie
Humidity readings varied from 25% to 57%
Equipment- Voice recorders, EMF readers,Thermoscanners, Digital cameras,
35 Milimeter camera, Sony video camera.
Though
there have been a lot of stories about this cemetary in Wilton NH,
MAGIC wanted to check it out. The "Blue Lady" Mary Spaulding
is the ghost who haunts Vale End cemetary. She usually appears on
nights around the stone, in the photo below, when the humidity is
high. Most who have witnessed it say it looks like a column of a blueish/white,
translucent mist about two feet wide.
MAGIC visited this location on mulitple occassions
and here are some of the photos that we can't explain. These photos
were taken with out a flash being used.
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Snyopsis: Its been told that Vale
End is haunted by many ghosts. The legends are as follows.The front
right corner is called "the cold corner" because the entire
corner of the cemetery is at least ten degrees colder than the rest
of the area all of the time we were there. We found this to be true.
Also its been said, that a little girl, the first one to have been buried
there, wanders around looking for her headstone because it was moved
at some point. The above center photo is when our emf reader spiked.
We are not claming that it is infact her causing the emf reader to spike
but could it be?
.Her father, known as the old man, stays around the cul-de-sac end of
the road watching out for her and the rest of the cemetery. The last
photo above is where the end of the cul-de-sac is. This location is
where our emf reader as well as our thermo scanner came up with anomolous
readings.
There are many orbs seen at night and many of the headstones glow. Footsteps
can be heard almost all the time, and the old man whistles if he wants
to scare people. According to our findings we believe that this cemetary
holds its legend. We have photos that show orbs that have no other reason
of being there. We also have an EVP of a man whistling that is still
being examined. In conclution with our findings, Vale End definately
has something of paranormal origin existing there including its legends.
WE STRONGLY SUGGEST THAT YOU GET PERMISSION FROM THE TOWN TO VISIT VALE
END. THERE HAS BEEN VANDALISM AND THIS LOCATION IS MONITORED.
TOM SWAMP
 The
period was roughly post civil war as a slave named Tom ventured out to
hay never to return. There was no trace of him the horses or the wagon
he was using. Townies say that on a still day you can still here him singing
his song. Some of MAGIC members have ventured out to this desolate road
and have yet to experience anything of the paranormal sort. We thought
it would be interesting to bring the story and the information we have
found to you.
Athol
Daily news Feb 7 1970 A2-7-70
………Facts record that Tom was haying somewhere in the
swampland and never returned. No trace of him, the animals or the wagon
was ever found. It is certain that the possibility of an eerie death in
un-measured morass can be considered but again who knows? Should you chance
to travel its isolated byways today, and hear a strangled scream or see
a shadow resemblinga horse and wagon, our advice is to take a firm grip
to your fancy, or make your self long gone from Tom and his swamp.
Worcester Telegram April 10th 1949
“Song of the swamp land” a long narrative autobiographical
poem, is one which is the favorite of many Petersham residents. It tells
of Tom Swamp and the legend of old Tom, the Negro who one day took a short
cut across a part of the swamp to speed haying operations for his master.
The Song of the Swampland
By Margaret Burrage Clarke © 1943
This
is the song of the swampland—
Long—has it laid there.
There mid the pine and the hemlock,
Deep--fringed by tall marsh grasses.
Here the squaw in autumn
Threaded their way through the bog lands
To gather the ruby jewels—
Gather the ripe cranberries
That grew on the deep swamp’s bosom.
Here, too, the early settlers
Walked o’er the treacherous footing
To gather hay for their cattle,
And brave, young boys – fool hardy
Stood on planks on the bog land
Punching deep holes in its bottom
To fish in its underground waters
Here, Old Tom theNegro
RIVER VIEW CEMETERY
Present were John , Pat and Carrie.
The time was about 7:30 when we got started. The humidity
was high 65%.
Equipment: Digital
cameras, Emf reader, Sony video camera, Thermo scanners,
sony tape recorders, Hydrometer
A brief synopsis of the story: There was a woman named Elizebeth
that back in the early 1900's she murdered her 6 children
with the blunt of an axe. It is believed that she did such
for the lack of money in the family. She was committed to
the Worcester sain asyllum and released never to be seen
again. You can read more HERE.
THE EVPS BELOW ARE WHAT
WE THOUGHT WE HEARD IF YOU HAVE ANY SUGESTIONS TO WHAT YOU
HEAR PLEASE LET US KNOW
Is someone talking about a car being stock
PLAY
Here's another that sounds like either "little
bad something" or" look at that antenna" What do you think?
PLAY
Here is one that sounds like a child's
voice "help us" you will here it run into John's
saying needs more light.
PLAY
Here is another that sounds like a woman's
voice
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Here
is another in a mans voice that appears to be saying "help" right before you hear Carrie say Yep
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HISTORY
NARAMORE TRAGEDEY-By Patrick Myers
Some stories find you or more like you trip over them. Like this
story for instance , I was out fishing one night not by the river
or the lake but by the cemetery. Instead of a fish pole I carried
a trifield meter and camera for I was fishing for ghosts. This
night I’d ventured just down the road from my house into
the state forest. Just a few miles down a dirt road stands Riverside
Cemetery, a well kept tribute to many deceased locals from around
the turn of the last century. There are a few more recent burials
but most were before 1940 and not just because its so far out
in the woods but because its in a ghost town so to speak. Riverside
is located in the small village of Coldbrook Springs which no
longer exists. In 1901 this village boasted two hotels two cotton
mills and more than 30 houses. In the late 1930s the state of
Massachusetts took this village and many like it to build the
Quabbin Resrvoir, a large man made basin to supply the city of
Boston with clean water. But that is another story altogether.
Wandering around this hallowed ground I came across a new stone
set down in the darkest corner of the property all on its Own.
The front of the stone holds the names of six children ranging
from ten months to ten years , three boys three girls buried there
on the same day March 21 1901 ominous no? On the other side of
the stone chiseled into granite is a story of insanity and murder,
a story of poverty and despair left un checked. The stone was
placed there in march of 2002 by a group, consisting of local
historians and politicians, wanting to correct a 101 year old
injustice. When the children were buried there in the paupers
section , no one not even the state or town would spring the cash
for a stone to mark the site. But how did these children get here?
Fire? Train wreck? The white plague? No not so innocent I fear
they met their demise at the hands of their own mother. To understand
the reasons behind this heinous act we must start in Coldbrook
Springs around 1901.
Frank and Lizzie Naramore lived in a once stately rented farm
house just one quarter of a mile from the center of town. Frank
was a lumberjack by trade, a fairly decent trade at the time .
Although he earned a fair wage falling trees he didn’t always
turn up for his shift, this left the family struggling to make
ends meet. Most accounts of they day make Frank out to be too
fond of spirts and weak of character and go on to accuse him of
womanizing and neglecting his wife and children. Most spoke well
of Lizzie ( is it something
in the name?) They saw her as a victim of a bad marriage and impoverished
lifestyle regardless of her murderous ways. Lizzie had asked for
help many times to pay the bills and feed the kids, and many times
she was helped by family members and the surrounding towns where
the Naramores had previously lived. Apparently Colbrook Springs
had not the resources to help the poor. One last time Lizzie sought
help to feed her children with the nearby town of Templeton, they
had been kind in the past. This time was different though, what
the town had left to offer her was a room in the poor house with
only two of her children. The other four siblings would become
wards of the state and put in an orphanage perhaps never to see
their mother again. Later after the murders a local minister would
condemn both Frank and the Towns, and for that matter the towns
people themselves for not helping a mother in distress. There
is no record of the church coughing up any cash for the Naramore
family.
March 21 1901 was a rainy damp spring day, weather not uncommon
for March in New England. Frank left that morning in good spirts
though . Lizzie had packed some leftover biscuits in to his lunch
tin and off he went to work, on his way he stopped at Parkers
Store and ordered some dry goods to be delivered to his home.
Around two o’clock one Mr Thrasher carried the groceries
to the Naramore house. When he arrived there he found the farm
quiet which was unusual with six kids around. He found the doors
barred and got no response by knocking or calling out. H e proceeded
around the side of the house and peering into a window he made
a shocking discovery. On a bed lay the mutated bloody bodies of
two children. He ran back to town and returned soon with a party
of men. They broke in and found a house of horrors in a small
bedroom just off the kitchen. Two battered children lying on a
bed to the right and on another bed in the same room lie Lizzie,
her throat cut wide open and her legs slashed with a razor, all
would later prove to be self inflicted wounds. Surrounding her
on the bed were three other bloody children and at her Breast
a ten month old baby lay motionless and bleeding. Leaning on a
nearby stove an ax and a baseball bat were found, both drenched
in the gore of her children. Lizzie began to moan prompting the
party to realize she was still alive. She was taken the hotel
nearby and placed in a room while the doctor was summoned, she
would make a full recovery from her injures. The bodies of the
children were taken to an upstairs room by the local undertaker
and two men were left behind to clean up the mess with mops and
brooms but were unsuccessful according to newspaper accounts.
Some said that the house was cursed after a peddler had taken
his own life there years before. If it wasn’t before the
killings it might have been after. Some time after noon that day
Lizzie barred the doors proceed to beat her children to death
with the back of an ax. One at a time she took their lives having
to chase them down to do so. She started with the oldest and worked
her way to the youngest placing them gently on the beds as she
went along. She than killed the infant with the bat (for reasons
unknown) and then proceeded to slit her throat and legs with a
straight razor. When asked later why she killed them she replied
cause I love them.
Love is blind and perhaps insane too. Lizzie was eventually tried
for one of the murders and found innocent by reason of insanity
and committed to an asylum , she was released five years later
and soon disappeared . Frank drifted off also and was lost to
history. Sadly the house met a similar fate and was torn down
in the late 1930s only the foundation remains today.
While spending time back in the cemetery I must admit to seeing
nothing paranormal but I did get that creepy sort of feeling one
sometimes gets. I spent the better part of three nights late in
October at this place of solitude. On a forth occasion after another
unrelated investigation I popped in just for few minutes. It was
during this short stay that my emf meter spiked briefly. So with
little thought I fired off a couple of photos one right after
another producing some interesting results..The first one has
a fog or smoke seemingly rising up from the stone..The second
has no smoke just a blue line above the stone. These photos were
taken in rapid succession with 800 speed kodak film loaded into
my 35MM camera..There is no swamp nearby and the river is at least
a quarter mile from the site,.And I wasn’t smoking. Could
these photos be the Naramore children still seeking their mother
after all these years? Or just strange photos taken on a dark
night? You decide.
ASA SNOW
Below
is an excerpt from the book
Strange
Tales From The Old Quabbin (chapter
43)
Written by J.R Greene © 1993
I want to thank Mr Greene in giving permission to be able
to bring this story to you here.
THE
STRANGE TALE OF ASA SNOW
 Asa Snow was born in Orleans, Mass.,
in 1797. By 1840, he moved to a farmhouse built by Hosea Carter
at the junction of the roads from Petersham and one from its south
village to Dana.
The nickname "Popcorn" is supposed to have derived
from preference for that food. Reportedly a vegetarian, popcorn
and milk were believed to be his "principal diet" This
caused the rumor that he had his casket lined with popcorn!
If the popcorn stories are true, they may have been typical
of Snow's eccentric behavior. Perhaps such behavior pushed his wife
Isabelle to her suicide in August 1844. She may also have
been inspired by a Petersham woman who committed suicide by hanging
herself "with a skein of yarn" a couple of weeks earlier.
According to one account, Mrs. Snow "had been deranged
for some years." The family was at breakfast when she went
out into the barn, tore off a strip from her dress, and tried to
hang herself. Apparently the cloth was not strong enough, so she
ripped off another piece and succeeded.
Snow had her buried in the small cemetery across the
brook from his house. Snow's
young daughter Minerva, who died a year later, was buried next to
her mother. They joined several graves there dating back to 1777.
In 1868, Snow built an elaborate stone tomb in the graveyard.
He disinterred the bones of his wife and daughter, and placed them
within the tomb. Before he reburied the wife's
remains, he showed them "to those who cared to look at them."
Snow' s
second wife objected to this practice, and arranged to have her
remains buried in a near by knoll. (She died in 1892)
Snow was presumed to have loaned his neighbors sums of money,
at ungenerous rates of interest. When he died, leaving an estate
worth only $3,000, people suspected that he buried some of his money
on his property.
The tragedies in Snow's
family might have contributed to his obsession with death. In his
declining years, he "made all preparations for dying and disposal
of his body." He went to a coffin-maker and was measured for
a metal casket, (a novelty in Petersham at the time) Snow "
saw to it personally that it was... strongly
built."
The casket had an unusual feature: a ten-inch square plate
of glass set into the head end. Snow arranged with the undertaker
to visit his tomb for seven days after his interment. The undertaker
was to look through the glass to confirm that Snow was indeed dead.
Snow died of heart failure on November 29, 1872. Ironically,
the vegetarian collapsed while hauling a dressed pig carcass up
his doorsteps. The undertaker kept his promise, and visited the
tomb for three days after his burial. Snow's
second wife Eunice is said to have released the man from this obligation
after that, feeling that "if he was not dead when they placed
him in his coffin, he was frozen to death anyway," by that
time.
Snow rested in peace for only a short time before a curiosity
seeker broke into the tomb to view the casket. Forty years later,
a reporter described the sight: "There lies in his casket the
body of a man who died 40 years ago, with the features as nearly
natural as the day he was laid to rest. The hair and beard are of
the same color as the day he died. The clothing shows no decay,
and the collar cravat and pin appear to be none worse for age. On
the man's
casket is a decayed box, which contains the skull and the bones
of his first wife and her child."
It was also noted that the other skull had been stolen. Rumor
had it that a Springfield man was using the polished teeth from
one of the skulls as a watch charm.
The 1912 news story recounted many tales to prove that Snow's
tomb was haunted. One tale was that Snow's
ghost would leave his tomb every November 15, walk over to his wife's
grave, then return to his own. While the reporter could find no
one who admitted seeing the ghost, some said they avoided traveling
by the tomb on that night.
Another story involves two Boston men. One made a $10 bet
that he could spend the night of November 15th inside the tomb.
To prove that he stayed there, the man was to place a large bottle
of whisky on top of Snow's
casket. The man tied his horse to a tree and went inside.
Shortly afterwards, the account goes, the man heard "heavy
tramping outside and his horse snorting." Upon stepping out,
there was no sign of his horse. Eventually, he found it a mile down
the road, trembling and perspiring with fear.
The next day, he returned with his friend to prove that he
had been there. They found the bottle of whiskey that he left there
smashed to bits. That man won his bet, but he insisted he wouldn't
try it again for ten times as much money.
A third tale involves two amateur photographers who tried
to take pictures of the tomb's
interior. Since the interior wasn't
lighted (they had closed the door), they tried to use six flashes
instead of one. As the flashes went off one man burned his hand,
dropping the matches used to light their lamp. This left them in
total darkness.
" In the confusion," the news account states "
the men lost all bearings.. and were unable to tell where the door
was. The smoke made it almost impossible to breathe. The men, by
lying close to the floor of the vault could now and then get a breath
of fresh air, while they felt their way about, sometimes drawing
their hands across the human bones, that sent through them a shiver
that they wish never to experience again."
After this publicity, someone broke a hole in the glass top
of Snow's
casket which caused "the man's
chest to fall in and his face to wither." One rumor had it
that Snow's
stickpin contained a diamond, which tempted someone to break in
and steal it.
Upon hearing of the desecration, Petersham officials assigned
Charles Eddy to seal the tomb. It remained undisturbed until 1944,
when the Metropolitan Water Commission relocated the graves in that
cemetery. Snow's
tomb was destroyed when the bodies were removed to the Quabbin Park
Cemetery in Ware.
Snow's
home was occupied by Charles Snow from 1895-1910; Sheridan Hall
was the owner when it was purchased by the Water Commission and
torn down in 1936. The cellar hole is still visible just out side
of Gate 40, off Rte 32A.
Even though Snow's
tomb is gone, rumors still persist that his ghost returns to take
its familiar stroll every November 15th: some say it comes on Halloween.
It is also said that the ghost is angry because of the removal of
the tomb and the farmhouse. The metal doorframe of the tomb was
still lying on the site in the early 1980's;
it has disappeared into the hands of a souvenir hunter.
Does Popcorn Snow's
ghost still haunt the site?
AFTER MANY NIGHTS INVESTIGATING MAGIC DIDNT HAVE ANY FINDINGS OF THE ALLEGED SPECTOR
**J.R.
Greene is a lifelong resident of Athol Ma. and has authored 10 other
books about the history of the Quabbin Reservoir, and the towns
that it flooded.
Below are some listed. You can contact Mr Greene for more information
if you are interested in purchasing his books. You can reach
him at J.R. Greene 26 Bearsden Rd., Athol, MA 01331 - jrg01331@webtv.net
Atlas of the Quabbin
Valley & Ware River Diversion©1989
Historic Quabbin Hikes ©1994
Strange Tales From Old Quabbin ©1993
More Strange Tales From Old Quabbin ©1999
The Creation of Quabbin Reservoir ©1981
Henry W. Smith: Quabbin's Controversial Spiritualist ©1989
The Day Four Quabbin Towns Died©1985
Quabbin's Railroad: The Rabbit, Volume 1 ©2002.
UNKNOWN CEMETERY
HISTORY:
There has been rumors about hauntings at this old cemetery. Everyone
who visits seems to experience odd happenings to them or others
that are with them. It has been said that if you do a grave rubbing
of John Twitchell's stone he will appear where you put the rubbing.
We have yet to find out if doing this will actually bring forth
an apparition. Other stories are of feeling cold spots, weird noises,
or if your sitting on your car in the middle of the dirt road little
stones will be thrown at your car from the cemetery.
Mike,
Chris, and Carrie ventured out to this cemetery. on a clear night
to see if the could find something of abnormal behavior. After
gathering their gear they walked up the incline to the cemetery.
Mike placed his recorder near the entrance under a tree. Carrie
then placed her recorder near John Twitchell's grave and Chris
preceded to place his near another stone towards the back near
a huge pine tree. We all then used other equipment such as thermo
scanners, cameras,and compasses. Carries thermo scanner dropped
at one point from 77 degrees to 58 degrees. What could have caused
this we are yet undetermined. Roughly after about 10 min's we
decided to gather our recorders up. We thought we got enough equipment
readings and pictures so we left.
We all ventured back to Carrie's house to see what the recorders
picked up as well as look at the photographs that were taken.
Mikes recorder recorded about 9 min's as well as Carries but Chris's
didn't. His recorder only got 2 min's of tape. What caused this
we are unsure but when we compared the tape to photos his recorder
light was on the whole time. We ran experiments to see if his
recorder was malfunctioning but it seemed to work fine. Chris's
recorder was placed where the first photo below was taken. It
sat on the marker in the center of the photo.
The pictures below are what we took from this strange
cemetery.
     
If
anyone can explain why the first picture is the way it is like a
double exposure we would much appreciate it. It was taken with a
Canon A60 power shot digital camera on the night shot setting. We
contacted Canon and they have no explanation for the cause of this
anomalous photo. Magic found this picture quite interesting because
the stones on the upper part of the picture have shadows coming
from the right unlike the stones in the lower part of the picture.
The last picture above is still undetermined.
MAGIC wants to re-investigate this cemetery. to see if we can gather
more evidence!
PRIVATE RESIDENCE IN ACTON MA
The house that we investigated was built in 1769. There were
tragic events that took place around the time of the civil war.
There will be more detail as soon as our editor writes the report.
Magic was invited as well as the Beacon News to go and investigate
this residence. The address and owners will remain anonymous.
There were emf readings that were off the charts in areas where
nothing could cause the meter to spike. Four of us witnessed
a rocking chair rock on its own as the meter started to spike.
There was allot of strange readings that were taken in multiple
locations.
Below
are some of the EVPS we did gather while at the residence. According
to the frequencies these appear to be genuine.
This
one appears to say where's daddy .. the funny thing there was
no children at this residence and Carrie was the only female. What do you think?
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Here's another Evps that doesn't make any sense. We were inside going
up stairs. Though you may think of the possibility of a creak
in the floor but it had a distant echo sounding to us like a
duck.
Any
suggestions??
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Here
is another that baffles our group. It sounds like a younger
child asking if he/she can come with us but again there is no certainty
PLAY
Here is another EVP that you can here the seem reader spiking
and a whispery possible Help me?
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Here is another one that we think think its saying come here
cotton rally. This is a definite woman's voice however its not that clearly spoken. We were all
downstairs at this point. If someone can make it out please contact us.
PLAY
There
are more evps that we did gather due to the nature of this case we can only share a few with you.
HISTORY
Is Acton's ghost story fact or fiction?
By Julien Gorbach/ Staff Writer
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Chris Boudreau scans one
of the bedrooms in an Acton home in search of anything out of
the ordinary. (Staff photo by Julien Gorbach)
From an SUV they unloaded
their equipment - nine digital and 33 mm cameras, six tape recorders
and a thermal imager.
Armed with a fair amount of skepticism, but open-mindedness
the five paranormal experts arrived Sunday night prepped to
investigate an Acton legend - a tale of lost love, death and
a more than 200-year-old haunted house.
Its basis in fact and historical documentation is shaky, and
the owner of this Acton home (whose name and location The Beacon
has agreed not to publish), does not put a lot of weight in
it himself.
According to the Oct. 28, 1994 edition of the now-defunct Acton
Citizen, local legend tells the story of a young Acton woman
living in the home during the Revolutionary War who was courted
by a man who went to great lengths to keep his identity a secret.
The man turned out to be a British spy who was searching for
the location of the area's powder mills.
"Alas, the Sons of Liberty caught on to him, and swiftly
dealt him punishment," the newspaper reported. "They
hanged him from the tree in the front yard, leaving the young
maiden to mourn her lover and to spend her days singing melancholy
ballads."
That would be the end of the tale, were it not for a strange
incident that occurred in 1973 or '74.
At that time, the owner of the home was living alone and had
closed the house up to leave on a long vacation to Thailand.
While she was away, the police received several reports one
night from neighbors of a woman's singing coming from the empty
residence.
The officer called to the scene grew up in town, and had heard
stories about the property being haunted. Upon arrival, he crept
around to the back of the house and looked up at a second-story
bedroom window.
According to the story, the face of a woman appeared from behind
the darkened glass. The vision spooked him, and he left without
investigating.
And there too the tale might have ended, were it not for one
last tidbit that further deepens the mystery.
According to the home's current owner, son of the now deceased
woman who lived in the house alone, at some point over the years
his mother discovered an old manuscript in the stairs of the
attic. It was typewritten on a ream of "onion skin"
paper, and kept in the original stationery box. Was the manuscript
the source of the tall tale? No one knows.
The mother loaned the manuscript to a friend, who mistakenly
thought it was a gift. When she called to reclaim the document
years later, the friend said she had donated it to Radcliffe
College.
That's where the trail goes cold - and where the ghost experts
come in.
The Massachusetts Area Ghost Investigators Coalition, or MAGIC,
has been around for two years. Past investigations included
the Rutland Prison Camp, an old tightly-run state penal colony
in central part of the state that was abandoned in 1931 and
now consists of ruins and tunnels. Another was of a former insane
asylum (from back in the days when they used to call them asylums)
which is being converted into an apartment complex.
Carrie Shimkus, the 28-year-old Worcester resident who is MAGIC's
founder, brought her team to Acton Sunday to investigate the
home with the ghostly legend. Shimkus takes pride in her group's
skepticism and professionalism. For example, the ghost hunters
document the fact that they smoke - judging by this group, ghost
investigators tend to be heavy smokers - which can go a long
way to explain some of the wispy, spectral images that sometimes
show up in their photographs.
"It's not that we don't believe there isn't something there,"
said hunter Patrick Miers. "We wouldn't be here if we didn't
believe there was something to it - unexplained phenomena. What
we're trying to do is explain what goes bump in the night."
Certainly within the group there's a range of views. Chris Boudreau
described himself as probably the most skeptical.
"I've seen phenomena that's unexplainable, but I haven't
seen enough to convince me the paranormal actually exists,"
he said. "That's my goal. I want to see evidence that changes
my mind."
On the other end of the spectrum, there's John LaRochelle, a
participant who's been operating his own group Ghosthelp, for
20 years.
"I've been punched, pushed, scratched, had a TV thrown
at me," he said. "I would say I'm a believer."
Upon the MAGIC team's arrival at the house, Larry took the them
on a tour, with The Beacon in tow.
Built in 1769 for Peter Fletcher, the sprawling, three-wing
estate is one of the 10 oldest homes in Acton. In 1994, the
current homeowner had the entire structure renovated and reconstructed
on its original footprint, a job that took a commercial contractor
nine months to complete.
Down in the basement, an 13-foot-deep cistern tapped into an
underground creek.
The ceilings and windows of the home were extraordinarily tall
for the era. Since glass and wood were expensive, the height
of the rooms showcased the homeowner's prodigious wealth.
When would the mysterious woman of the home's legend have lived
there? Historical records do not provide an answer.
Peter Fletcher's grandfather, Joseph Fletcher, was on the town's
first Board of Selectmen and one of the two deacons in Acton's
first church. Peter's father, Daniel Fletcher, was also a long-serving
selectman and Town Meeting moderator up to the outbreak of the
Revolutionary War.
Phalen lists Peter Fletcher as a Minuteman during the war, but
a preliminary search of Historical Society records revealed
little else about him.
The house passed for some years into the hands of a local schoolmaster,
before it became the homestead of the Wilde family for the greater
part of the 19th century. The most famous of them was William
Allen Wilde, the Boston publisher who donated the Acton Memorial
Library to the town.
By the time the home was gutted and rebuilt, it had fallen into
disrepair. On Sunday night, however, it was cozy and glowing
with light. Antique furniture filled the rooms, from Shaker
chairs to an 18th century spinning wheel to sleigh and four-poster
beds. On a wide-screen television, the Red Sox were winning
the World Series.
A night that was supposed to promise ghouls was threatening
to turn into a photo shoot for Better Homes and Gardens.
Still, the "ghostbusters" soldiered on. Microcassette
recorders were brought to capture possible EVPs - Electronic
Voice Phenomena, frequency meters to measure electromagnetic
fields (the prevailing theory is that ghosts are energy, so
this would register them or, more likely, the disturbances they
create in an electromagnetic field). They even brought a 1950s
civil defense Geiger counter with them, but they didn't use
it.
After scouting out the attic and basement, the team zeroed in
on the upstairs bedrooms.
Shimkus had insisted that the team remain ignorant of the stories
concerning the house, so that it would not prejudice their observations.
But oddly enough, she identified the area near the window where
the cop had sighted the forlorn woman.
"My first impression when I walked into the house - and
I said it to the whole group - was that this was a hotspot,"
she said. "I felt it was very good spot to set up a video
camera."
Shimkus said she does not claim to be "sensitive,"
but she does get feelings when walking around a location.
Upstairs, with everybody moving around in the dark, the digital
cameras flashing, the tripods cutting odd silhouettes, the various
meters whistling and whining, the rooms began to assume a spectral
atmosphere.
The Beacon's own camera died - a common paranormal experience
- but came back to life as soon as it was taken downstairs.
It then became apparent, however, that it died whenever the
photographer began shooting pictures.
Meanwhile, the Gauss electromagnetic reader was letting off
low groans and high squeals.
"This thing is going ballistic," said Boudreau.
By the time everyone was downstairs to eat lasagna, a few investigators
were ready to make some comments.
"You've got nothing to worry about, that's for sure,"
said LaRochelle.
"Yeah," said Shimkus, "We've just had some jumps
in the equipment."
Later the investigators said the wiring and speakers, which
were imbedded in the ceilings throughout the house, may have
caused the jumps in the magnetometers. The odd temperature readings
upstairs may have been drafts. They were packed up and ready
to leave before midnight.
The old home's owner could not have been surprised that nothing
dramatic had occurred. He never experienced anything strange
growing up in the house in the '50s through the mid-'60s, nor
since he returned 14 years ago.
"I never thought about the stories," he said. "They
never entered my mind. I just blew it off."
As he pointed out, the British spy was supposed to have been
hung from a tree in the front yard, but paintings of the house
from the 18th century and afterwards don't show a tree there.
There is an oak in front of the house now, but it does not have
enough girth to be more than 200 years old.
And according to Historical Society records, Peter Fletcher
married a year before the house was built and he moved in, so
who could the young woman and doomed man have been?
As for the manuscript, correspondence that would have revealed
the name of his mother's friend who donated it to Radcliffe
was tossed away long ago. The Historical Society also had a
copy of the correspondence, but cannot locate it.
So much of the mystery can be rationally explained away.
But what about the voices, the EVPS, that MAGIC found on their
tapes afterwards? What about the young woman saying "Help
me," while everyone was downstairs, eating lasagna? What
about the child, who says "Can I follow you guys?"
And why does the software register these voices at far and above
the 6,000 hertz that is the normal human frequency?
Can you explain it?
(Julien Gorbach can be reached at jgorbach@cnc.com or at 978-371-5743)
MAGIC ON THIER NH CAMPING TRIP
Magic
took a camping trip into the deep woods of the White Mountains in
NH. We hoped to cover the stories that we had heard about the area.
We thought we would share with you where and what we found....
The
first night we set up camp at the Branch Brook Campground in Campton
and relaxed by the fire. We decided to rest up for the next day
adventures! While sitting around the fire we heard rummaging in
the woods come to find out there were 2 skunks 30 feet from camp!!!!
We
were up bright and early and hit the road about 7am. Below are pictures
that we took from places that we visited.
There
were a few random cemeteries that we stopped at; some of them did
not have names. Here are just few pictures from them.
  
Livermore
Falls
Livermore Falls has been a known attraction to all the locals. With
an old mill's ruins, gorge and train trestle to jump off into the
Pemi River, it became a popular spot to hang out. Though many have
died from falling. There are also stories of murders that have happened
there. The mill when it was up and running had its own tragedies.
People would get caught in the turbines or fall off the platforms
when fixing the large pipes. Although we didn’t find anything
conclusive there have been numerous accounts where people have seen
ghostly figures move about the area. Here is one account of an apparition.
He looks like a man with a rifle walking the train tracks that you
cross to venture down to the falls. It was said that he was out
hunting one day and had a heart attack. He was found dead where
the old road use to cross the train tracks and the river. Many people
have claimed to have seem him as well as see a transparent teenage
boy fall off the rocks across the river.
Mirror
Lake
We also visited Mirror Lake to see if we could see the lady of the
lake. It is legend that a woman went out late at night to take a
dip and drowned. Her spirit still haunts the lake. It is said on
a still a quiet night she will appear above the water creating her
own reflection that will drift towards where you are. Pictures that
were taken there didn’t seem to come out well.
Lost
Cemetary
A lost cemetery in Campton has had rumor to have a mean spirit who
likes to make contact with the living. We have yet to find the cause
or the story behind this small cemetary. We did not stay long although
we all did seem to experience something different here.
The small abandoned town of Dorchester. All that is left is an old
school house, church, cemetery and meetinghouse. We haven’t
heard any stories about this small town but thought we would check
it out anyway.
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Even
though we may have found anomalous behaviors in certain places that
we visited we are still undetermined. There was anomolous bahaviors
caught on video as well as evps.
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Welcome to Old Center Cemetery in Winchendon. For those who have a fixed image of what a haunted cemetery looks like, this one delivers the goods. The slate headstones are tilted and sunken. Leaves an inch deep cover a ground spongy with moss and black medic weeds. Pine and maple trees, some looking dead, cast long dark shadows.
Entering from behind those shadows are Carrie Shimkus and Christopher Boudreau. She is the founder and he the lead investigator of M.A.G.I.C. Ghosts, short for Massachusetts Area Ghost Investigators Coalition. Based in North Brookfield, they show up armed with video, digital cameras and various other gadgets that would make a tech geek’s heart beat fast. They strategically set up their equipment, hoping to find and record the Holy Grail for ghost hunters — an image of a full body apparition.
Both have visited this spot more than a dozen times in the past seven years, she because of spooky experiences not easily explained and he because his mother lives nearby. Ms. Shimkus, 32, recalls unexplained perfume smells, a force violently shaking her flashlight, and her prized piece of evidence — an eerie photograph of a ghostly looking man sporting a top hat and a curly mustache, peering from behind a tree. (SEE BELOW FOR IMAGE)
Many look at paranormal investigations with skepticism, and Ms. Shimkus and Mr. Boudreau, 31, spend considerable time talking about how most ghoulish “evidence” is dusty lenses and stray radio frequencies. They say they approach their jobs scientifically and consider an event officially creepy when everything else has been ruled out.
Ms. Shimkus claims a rash of ghost-hunting shows on the Sci Fi Channel has brought some public acceptance. “There are more paranormal groups now, more than ever,” said Ms. Shimkus, who runs a Web site design business when she’s not searching for ghostly spoor. “In our area, it’s grown from three to 25 in the last three to four years,” she said. “Some are legitimate, but some are hokeypokey.”
Alan Brown, 58, professor of English at the University of West Alabama, and author of “Ghost Hunters of New England,” agrees. “There are some members of groups that are overly enthusiastic and really want to see something,” he said. “And if you want to see something, you’ll see it.”
Spider Gates Cemetery in Leicester, near Worcester Regional Airport, is considered the granddaddy of haunted spots in Central Massachusetts, depending on which Web site one consults. But Jeffrey Belanger, author of “Weird Massachusetts,” said Spider Gates is no more or less haunted than any other cemetery. “If you were a ghost and could go anywhere, you’d think the 50-yard line at Gillette Stadium would be the most haunted,” he said. Officially called the Friends Cemetery, the property is owned by Quakers, members of the Worcester Friends Meeting of the Religious Society of Friends.
Mr. Belanger said when Worcester expanded its airport in the 1960s, the city forced businesses and homes to relocate and closed off roads that led to the graveyard. Now isolated, the spot became a destination for drinking parties and beer-induced stories of the macabre. The Spider Gates name came from the wrought iron gates that are supposed to emulate the rays of the sun, but instead look more like cobwebs. Over the years, legends grew, fabricated from a hanging tree, a rash of suicides and the so-called nine gates to hell. Mr. Belanger said that the hanging branch is 18 feet high, too tall to hang one’s self, and while there were a rash of suicides in the 1970s, they were on the other side of Leicester in Rochdale Park. Thrill seekers conveniently moved the tragedies to Spider Gates. And the nine gates to hell? The gates exist, but they were built when the roads were in use, to keep trespassers out. None of them appear to lead to Satan’s backyard.
Ms. Shimkus has her own theory on why graveyards are popular hangouts for those in the afterlife. “They could be attached to their body,” she said. “Or they could be attached to, maybe like a husband and wife, where the husband died and the wife kept coming back to visit the husband, so she’s attached to him.”
But why are people intrigued with the afterlife? “It’s an absolute mystery,” said Mr. Boudreau. “It’s human nature to have an answer to something that no one can explain. It’s fascinating.”
And as this fearless duo trudges from one graveyard and haunted house to the next, they admit that it’s a business built on speculation. It raises more questions than answers, such as: If ghosts exist, why won’t they go to heaven? Does recording a ghostly image address the true meaning of life after death? And perhaps most importantly: Does reaching out to touch the unknown disrupt the natural order of life?
But answers to heavy questions like these will have to wait another day, as Mr. Boudreau and Ms. Shimkus get ready to load their SUV and head out before the rain gets heavy — she to her home, where her husband is pulling his hair out while minding two toddlers, and he to visit his mother, and maybe eat a home-cooked meal.
CASE IS UNDER FURTHER INVESTIGATION
CLICK ON IMAGES FOR LARGER VEIW - PICTURES WERE TAKEN PREVIOUSLY TO THIS ARTICLE
There have been many visits to this cemetery. The information that is listed below is from one of the original visits to this cemetery.
ARRIVAL
DATE: July 19th, 2002 ARRIVAL TIME: Approximately 12:30am
PREASENT: Troy DeJony, Carrie Furmanick, Tracy
Bates, Jason Nickless,
Chris
Boudreau
OUTSIDE TEMP: 75° HUMIDITY: 36%
EQUIPMENT: Sony 560X Video Camera with night
shot, Sony M-560V voice
recorder,GE 3.5375 voice recorder,Radio
Shack Recorder,Camedia 560L
Digital camera, Hydrometer,
2 Compasses
HISTORY:
There is no real substantiated history of anything happening there. Our
expedition was based upon stories that have been told about accounts individuals
have experienced.
After arrival, by the gate, we checked all the equipment. Then we ventured
off into this old cemetary. Tracy felt like she shouldn't venture onany
further with us so she waited patiently in the car.Walking around taking
pictures and video we searched for anomolous behavior. There were a few
accounts that we came across. Cold spots that we would all feel
at different times and some at the sametime. There was one point where
Troy heard something in his ear like something passed by him and on the
evp below you will see and hear what he did. The whole time we were there
we got this strange feeling that something was watching us. It was strong
It wasnt just by one of our members it was by all of us..Carrie at one
point also was walking threw the cemetary on by the west corner
and her flashlight started to vibrate in her hand. She was carrying a
recorder also and you can here what was caught on tape. We were all in
the west corner of the cemetery when all of a sudden it got really
cold and the air got heavy. Chris's compass was pointing at the car. We
took that as a sign to leave! ( Just a note. We tested the compass out
side the gates, by the car, and it did not point at/near the car. We did
this just in case it was giving off a magnetic reading) Out of the 57
pictures that were taken that night these are the only ones that we found
that hold orb like attributes..They had to be brightened and had the contrast
adjusted so you could see them. We feel that these photos are your
typical dust or bugs appearing as orbs... Not Paranormal
         
The
only hard evidence we obtained was this evp
Cant Quite make this one out it was right
before Carrie's flashlight started to vibrate
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PRISON CAMPS
Massachusettes holds many mysteries such as the one abandoned Prison Camp and Hospital left to ruinsl
In 1903 the General Court established an industrial camp for prisoners to reclaim and improve wasted lands. The Commonwealth purchased 914 acres in Rutland. A dormitory and other buildings were built and upon completion prisoners moved in. The prisoners were serving sentences for drunkenness and other minor offenses. The prisoners created a working farm of 150 acres. The farm produced potatoes that were shipped to the state prison. The dairy barn housed 60 pure-bred Holsteins, which produced enough milk to send to Worcester. Bringing in a yearly profit of $5,000.00. $11,000 income was brought in from the selling of eggs.
In 1907 a 30 bed hospital has been built for the prisoners who were afflicted with tuberculosis. Due to the fact that the property was on the drainage area of water supply, the Prison Camp and Hospital was abandoned on November 30, 1934. The land and buildings were sold to the Metropolitan District Water Supply Commission.
After much interest in this place we have had an ongoing investigation over the past 6 to 7 years and still frequent the place.
Because of the many visits there is too much common information to share such as, Who was present what equipment was used, temp/humidity readings, exact locations of each investigational visit, we are sharing some of our findings with you. If you would like to know specific details to which the evps were taken please feel free to contact us at info@magicghosts.com.
This photo is at the root cellar.
The light streak that you see is not from something paranormal. This
is a common image that has a reasonable explanation for its appearance.
The light streak that you see was caused from a led light on a recorder
that one of the investigators was holding.
This place holds a few strange qualities of existence itself. Once
a prison camp now a park has allot of history. We are currently exploring all of the history.
EVPS TAKEN
Here are some EVPS that were taken from Rutland
Park that we feel have some weird anomalous behaviors.
Here
is one of the first EVPS that we took the camps. You can tell we were
outside . You can here crickets then you hear a voice that appears to
be saying Crista..... PLAY
Here
is another with strange breathing sounds in the background that we were
not making. You can also hear us flipping through our pictures and an
unexplainable thud..... PLAY
Here's
an EVP taken on the path next to the root cellar. Sounds like its saying
"Its me" then you hear Brian in the background then an unexplainable
noise.To us it sounded like a gunshot however no one responded to it .......PLAY
CASE IS AN ON GOING INVESTIGATION MORE TO COME ABOUT THIS LOCATION
<-- BACK TO TOP
Investigations are the key in finding authentic paranormal activity
using scientific methods. Our goal in this field is to rule out
any natural possibilities that what you have left could be of paranormal
origin. This is a list of places that we have visited that have
unjustified evidence. We don't claim that these places are in fact
haunted but have behaviors that are unexplainable.
There are certain steps that MAGIC takes when performing any investigation
To learn more about how Magic’s investigates click HERE
If you would like to talk with MAGIC about an
experience you are having or know of a location feel Free to EMAIL
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*Not
all investigations that MAGIC has taken part in are listed here.
Upon request some investigations have been kept in confidence.Please note, photos and evps may or may not hold anomalous behaviors. We put out findings out here publically for scrutiny. Without further research we cannot claim anything to be definite. Also when referring/listening to evps please keep in mind that there is no absolute way to determination to what is being said. We use a generalization for reference purpose only; you may hear something totally different.*
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