Mysterious Woman On Mount Shaw

Here is an interesting photo that I haven’t posted because I had submitted the article to an online magazine. Unfortunately, the magazine hasn’t been able to launch because of technical issues. It has been a few years now, so I am posting it here.

On October 8, 2012, my sister, my brother in law and two of their friends went for a hike on Mt. Shaw in the Ossipee Mountain Range of New Hampshire. When they reached a good spot to take a break, they stopped for a snack and a drink. My sister reached into her bag and grabbed her camera. She took some photos of her friends and the scenery and then they proceeded on their way.

When they got to the top of the mountain it was overcast and chilly with a light rain falling. My sister grabbed her camera once more and took more pictures. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary while they were on their hike, but when my sister got home and checked out what was on her camera from their day, she noticed this odd photo and immediately sent it to me.MtShawMystery

She believes when she grabbed her camera out of her bag, she must have pressed the shutter button, because she does not remember taking this picture. To the left is her friend’s jacket. You can see his chest and his arm that has a zippered pocket on the sleeve. His arm is bent, and you can see the little droplets of rain on his coat.

What is interesting, is the person that is standing beyond him, in the crook of his arm, was not a member of their foursome. Not one person was wearing a red jacket or even resembles the person in this picture. There were no other people around them on the trail when they stopped or at the summit.
It almost looks as if the person is wearing some sort of veil over their face. You can definitely make out a nose, neck, chin, mouth and brow and cheek bones, but there is a void where the eyes should be. I can’t tell if her eyes are closed or if they are missing.
Who is this mystery person and what is she doing on Mt. Shaw?

Somebody’s Watching

I spend my time doing some interesting stuff, but on this particular evening, I was procrastinating. I was supposed to be cleaning, but instead I found myself looking at some coins that I had thrown into a little wooden box on my sideboard.

I had recently been to a vending machine that took five dollar bills and had spat out dollar coins as change. I had dumped them with the rest of the change that I collect from various pockets while doing laundry, and as I was pretending to dust, I noticed my coins were piling up and decided to count them. I grabbed out some coins and chuckled to myself, as I had a Gettysburg quarter and Ulysses S. Grant dollar coin in my hand. I thought “What are the odds of that happening” and decided to take a photo of them with my phone. That is when I realized that I was being watched.

I instinctively looked toward the spot where I felt the eyes of a male staring at me, toward the window. I did not see anyone out there, and snapped two pictures with my phone. I opened up the second one first, because the last photo you take is the first one that opens. There was nothing unusual about it, just a picture of a window. I studied it to make sure I didn’t miss windowmanbanything.

When I opened the first photo, I immediately noticed a face. “There you are!” I said to myself and then I said “Thank you” out loud to the spirit who allowed me to photograph him.  I noticed that he is wearing an open uniform coat with shiny buttons running down his chest.  Others who have seen this photo say they can see the part in his hair, and that it appears to be in front of the white metal of the window screen frame.  I personally see him in my minds eye wearing a hat, so when I look at this photo I think he is wearing a hat.  Leave your comments below, I always love to hear what other’s think.

I have been very lucky to catch the images of those who have passed.  I am grateful they allow me to do so.  A polite word can go a long way, SO… If any other spirits are willing, I would like to put it out there that I would be happy and honored to be their photographer!  Say “Cheese”!


Here Kitty, Kitty!

On a recent public investigation with the New England Ghost Project at the Houghton Mansion in North Adams, MA a curious thing happened. This serves as a reminder that you may stumble upon something you may have never imagined finding.

There was a large group of people gathered in Mary’s room on the second floor. Guests of the ghost hunt were sitting in couches along the walls of the room and in chairs that were brought in to accommodate the amount of people who were not comfortable sitting on the floor. There were guests sitting in a circle on the floor attempting to connect with spirit, and there were multiple pieces of equipment set up and being held by some of the guests.

As we all sat in the darkened room that was dimly lit by the green hue of a laser grid, the Ghost Radar was spitting our random words. Ron Kolek, founder and lead investigator of the NEGP noticed something dart across the room.

“Hey, a cat! I just saw a cat just run underneath that chair, did anyone else see that cat?” No one else saw the it, but Nick Mantello, who had just been leading a groups in other parts of the house said “Our group thought they just saw a cat run through the basement. More than one person saw it.”

From the time we first sat down in the room, I was taking random photographs with my digital camera. Meanwhile, the Ghost Radar generated two very interesting words that seemed to coincide with what we were experiencing.  They were “cat” and “killed”.

When I returned home the next day, I uploaded my photos to my computer. The photos from the session in Mary’s room were dark.
Because it was dark I raised the brightness. Look in the bottom left hand corner of the photo.

Here it is again in black and white

Now, although this is not scientific proof, it is very compelling evidence. We have not one, but two eyewitness accounts in separate areas of the mansion, without knowledge of the other group witnessing the same phenomena, ruling out a hysterical account, a piece of equipment stating “cat” and “killed”, and this interesting photo of what appears to be the form of a cat.  Here is the photo file where I have changed the contrast level in the photo.

What do you think? Leave a comment!

Property of Layers

It was an interesting evening of exploring at the Veasey Estate in Groveland, MA.  The New England Ghost Project checked out the different areas of the building while reporters from the Boston Globe tagged along.   Click here to read their article.

I would like to extend a hearty “Thank You!” to our fearless leader Ron Kolek, Jim Stonier, Karin Ruck, Susan Yeates and our guest investigator Allison Gouveia for another interesting and enjoyable investigation!

Here is an interesting photo from that evening.  Notice the upper right hand window from the church on the property.  What do you see?

Basement Bully

If you would like a truly haunted experience where paranormal activity is measurable on every floor, you must take a trip to the Haunted Victorian in Gardner, MA.  On the evening of November 5, 2011, a curious group of guests did just that.

Bundled up in coats and hats and gloves, the guests were split up into 3 groups and were led through the mansion by Ron Kolek,  Anne Kerrigan and  members of the NEGP team.  Clay Rucker and I led our first group to the 3rd floor.

K-2 and EMF meters were active right away as people made their way down the hallway past the small bathroom and toward the rooms that would prove to  be interesting.  We had interaction with a boy who answered some questions by lighting up the K-2 and manipulating dowsing rods, and the answers I was getting psychically were confirmed by Clay’s pendulum.  When the K-2 meters went silent, Clay would ask where I felt his energy.  I pointed out where I felt him, and the k-2s again lighted up as we found and followed him around the room.

In the last bedroom on the right we encountered another spirit.  He was a man who felt shameful.  I believe he was a son of S.K. Pierce, the original owner of the mansion and the furniture factory across the street.  He also interacted with the K-2 and EMF meters, as well as the iOvilus, dowsing rods and the Talker ITC.

The second floor was equally as active.  An interesting room on this floor is the Nanny’s room.  There is a spot on the floor, just to the right of the closet door where there is a noticeable energy change.  Each guest stood on the spot and each guest had a different experience.  Some guests felt nothing while others felt lighter, wobbly legged, dizzy or heavy.  We all noticed that as we stood in the Nanny’s room that we were all warming up.  It was a steady 48 degrees in the mansion, but in this room our hands and feet were noticeably warmer and there was a warm spot next to a teen-aged member of our group.  The digital thermometer confirmed the rise in temperature with reading into the 50s.  The Nanny must have been taking care our teen guest.

We also experienced a variety of energies in the master bedroom.  I first picked up  on a woman. I could feel my left ovary and part of my uterus.  I believe she passed in the house, and because of the symptoms I experienced, I think she died of ovarian or uterine cancer.  It may have been another cancer, that had metastasized to these areas.  We had a member of our group who was visited by her grandmother,  and there was also a male who hung back and never quite came forward, but I could feel he had a bad liver which tells me he was a drinker.

The last area that Clay and I would explore with our group was the basement.  There are many rooms in the basement.  To my surprise, there was a  lot of female energy, not something you usually find in basement areas.  Come to find out, there is a kitchen in the basement and to keep the family cool during the warm days of summer, the servants would cook the meals down there.

There was also a female who interacted with us by manipulating the k-2 meters in a room that can be accessed by a doorway at the bottom of the stairs, then turning right.  She was intimidated by an angry bully of a male spirit who moves through that same doorway but we found in the room to the left.

He was not happy that we were in his space.  He, by nature is a stern curmudgeonly sort, and I believe him to be a worker of the factory across the street, employed by S.K. Pierce.  Just outside of this room there is a cemented up tunnel that once ran under the road and directly into the factory.  I feel he is directly connected to this tunnel.

As our group asked him questions, he became more and more agitated.  His energy seemed to grow stronger but then pulled back.  As fast as it seemed to dissipate, it came back and filled the room in a rush.  We noticed how bone chillingly cold the room became as his anger was readily felt, and we noticed how we suddenly could see our breath as it hung in icy clouds about our faces.  Clay and I became concerned for the safety of our guests as I was sensing that he may touch, push or scratch one of us, so we left him.   We exited the room through the doorway that led us to walk past the original furniture of the house, built by S.K.’s factory that is piled against the wall in the hallway where the tunnel opening lays.  We entered the room across the hall and could feel him glaring at us from the room we just left.

In an attempt to intimidate us, icy breezes began to swirl about our lower legs as the riled spirit entered the room we were now in, following us and threatening to harm our group.  We returned to the summer kitchen through the back doorway under the stairs.  The angry spirit wasn’t about to let us be, as he watched us from the doorway at the bottom of the stairs.  Feeling him stare, I decided to take some pictures.  I took two in succession.

The first photo show an unexplained cloudiness in front of the door from where the spirit stood and glared.  less than 5 seconds later, in the second photo, there is nothing but a white anomaly on the left side of the door frame that looks like an orb in motion heading back into the the room. (You may click on the picture to enlarge it.)  Is this proof?  No.  Is it interesting?  You bet!

It certainly was a night filled with some thought provoking, some funny and some downright scary moments.  All in a night’s work for a ghost hunter.   I would like to extend a great big “Thank You!” to owners Edwin Gonzalez and Lillian Otero, also to Ron Kolek and all of my fellow NEGP crew members for a great night !