The Village Smokehouse

Ron Kolek, me, Jim Stonier and Clay Rucker of the New England Ghost Project

On a dark Monday evening, Ron Kolek, Clay Rucker, Jim Stonier and I packed up our equipment and journeyed to The Village Smokehouse in Lowell, MA. We were welcomed by staff members of  the Howl In Lowell, an online magazine that covers everything happening in the area.  We also were greeted by Rosemary Kellerher, who’s husband, Tim, owns the 4 story structure and worked countless hours by himself reconstructing the building.

One day, Tim was convinced there was someone in the building with him as he was working alone. He picked up a 2x4 and searched the building, looking for the unwanted trespasser. There was no one.

Kitchen workers hear voices, feel people pass by when there is no one to be seen, and have things move to places they shouldn’t be.

Bartenders get creeped out when they have to go down into the basement area where the spare liquor is stored. One bartender/bouncer told me the always thinks he is going to see a little boy looking back at him, and he expects him to be wearing a newsboy cap and garb.

When I was ready to enter the building, I knew none of this. I was not even told where we were going.

As we walked into the front door of  the building, I felt as if it was used for some kind of trade, BIG money trade where lawyers would need to be involved.  Rich men with fancy suits and pocket watches from the late 1800’s.

We entered the bar on the right and I had a feeling of energy in the pit of my stomach and a painful sensation in my jaw.

I was made aware of a male who was not a residual haunt, but rather an intelligent spirit who walks the building and makes himself known to others through making noises, physically touching things, but nothing to do with the initial image of rich men.  This was an average working Joe, from a later time period.

We entered the men’s room, not much going on in there.  Then we went into the ladies room.  I felt sick in the stall that was closest to the back of the room, like something terrible had happened, a death.  I felt like it was a rift between two men with an unfortunate outcome.  Ron asked what the space was used for before it was the bathroom.  Rosemary replied that the area in which we were standing was once a bar, and there was a man who confronted his wife’s lover in the bar and killed him.

On the floors above I was sensing that there was physical movement, that things were touched and moved by unseen hands.

I asked if people could hear heavy things being dragged across the floors and unexplained noises.  The answer was yes.  I believe this to be the work of the same male I was picking up on when I entered the first floor.

We headed downstairs to the basement.  The energy level and atmosphere in the basement was thick.  Each member of the Ghost Project felt the difference that the basement presented.

As Rosemary brought me into a walk in cooler where the kegs are kept, I asked her if anyone had been touched in there.  I felt that things would be actually be in physical contact with spirit.

Rosemary told me that no on had been touched, but the knobs that keep the beer flowing from the kegs to the bar would be completely turned off, for no reason.  Only Tim and the beer salesman are allowed to touch them.

I also got the impression that there was a passageway from across the street that led into the basement, where “less than legal” happenings took place.  Rosemary brought us to a tunnel that has been closed up.  During an EVP session in this tunnel entrance way Jim caught what sounds like a man laughing at him.

Tunnel that leads to the buildings across the street

As we made our way through the basement to the office area, Rosemary was perplexed.  A door to an internal office, which is ALWAYS locked because of it’s contents, was wide open and unlocked.  She made a phone call to the person who works in there to ask if the door had been closed and locked when they left.  The answer was “Of course it was”.

We climbed the stairs to the 2nd floor and eventually came upon an elevator.  I felt there was an accident associated with the elevator.  Somehow I think there was a male who fell, and there may have been a woman involved, leaving behind an imprint of sorrow.

On the third floor, Ron felt like he wanted to dance, like he should be bouncing up and down.  We learned that it had once been a Jazz club.  (Go Ron!)  In another area of the third floor I was picking up a tightness in my neck, usually associated with a hanging.  The energy on that floor seemed to be swirling around us, and again it felt male.

On the fourth floor, I felt like there should have been a stage, or a performance going on.  There was dust and a dead bird’s carcass on the floor.

Ron asked me what I was picking up.  I had an image of one of the rich men.  He was wearing a light brown/tan suit, but the jacket had been taken off.  He had a pocket watch in a pocket of his vest.  I had him first appear in my head as we climbed the last stairs onto the 4th floor.

As I walked across the floor, I felt as if the “cable went out”.  You know, that feeling when you are losing consciousness, and then chest pain.  I am not sure if this man died in the building from this heart attack, but it definitely happened in that room.

We decided to do some dowsing to try to make contact.  I pulled out my pendulum, and as soon as I did, I felt a male energy come close.  It was the same male from downstairs, in the bar fight.  He answered our questions, although, some of the answers did not seem to fit.

I think that he answered honestly, but we may have asked the questions too quickly or maybe some queries were worded in an ambiguous way.

After searching all of the floors we again were on the first floor.  While Ron and I sat for Ron’s interview, Clay, Jim and Rosemary went outside.  As they were looking up at the building they noticed lights upstairs.  They all went upstairs to investigate.  Clay told me that there were firefly like lights and audible noises.

Rosemary was quite shaken, because whoever they had encountered up there left scratches on her face.  You can see her state of uneasiness as she then sat down for her interview in the video below.



You can also read the article which can be seen here that was posted by the lovely reporters from Howl In Lowell.


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!

A Night Of Dark Shadows

I am back from Oneida, NY, where on Saturday, May 19th, I was lucky enough to experience the Collinwood Inn with Ron Kolek and Karin Ruck of the New England Ghost Project, and Anne Kerrigan of East Bridgewater’s Most Haunted.

Also known as the Farnam Mansion, The Collinwood is an gorgeous B&B with a Dark Shadows theme.  Our hosts, owners Brian and Gerri Gray were warm, friendly and welcoming.  We were all in awe of the beautiful antiques and the meticulous details of the ceiling medallions and trimmings that Brian had worked so hard restoring to make this mansion truly shine.

When we arrived the spirit energy of the house made an impression as I walked across the threshold.  High levels of energy encountered on the first floor were in the dining room, the parlor and in the master bedroom.

I had images of doctors bags and stethoscopes as I entered the hallway.  Brian said that 3 doctors had each owned the building at one time.  The dining room introduced me to female energy and a picture of my mother in law in my head. I asked Brian if there was a Shirley or a May associated with the house, as this was my mother in law’s name. He confirmed that there was indeed a Shirley associated with the house and that she had a “bowl of boobies” as she called them, in a bowl placed at the very window where I was standing.

We were escorted upstairs to our rooms. The energy changed as we ascended the level.  I was aware of lung issues in the upstairs hallway.  Ron’s room was the Angelique Room, which was the room at the end of the hallway at the front of the house on the right, I had incredible head pain and dizziness. His masculine feeling room was equipped with a large jacuzzi. (He was very happy about that.)

Anne was in the Quentin room.  Red walls and a red fainting couch, perfect for “The Blonde Bombshell” to stay in.  I didn’t pick up much energy as we took photos of Anne stretched out as if she had fainted on the tufted antique.

Our facebook friend and “Ghost Chronicles-The Next Generation” chat room aquaintance, Cat and her husband Raf came all the way from Canada to be with us for our ghost hunt.  The were in the Barnabas room. I think that the lung issue I was feeling originated from this room, as it is at the top of the stairs.

Karin and I were in the Josette bedroom directly across the hall from Ron.  As we entered our bedroom I felt no energy what-so-ever.  A good night’s sleep was assured for us!

The rest of the guests arrived and the house turned dark with the setting of the sun.  To kick off  the investigation, we started in the basement.  There were high levels of EMF in the large room of the basement where we started our investigation. There was a male energy present.

Ron took out the Shack Hack, which is a radio which has been altered so that constantly scans the radio stations at a rapid pace and is unable to stop on any.  This is supposed to enable a spirit to pull any of the millions of words being spoken on the airwaves, and use them to communicate through the device.

The name Georgie was broadcast from the radio and as Ron asked questions, people’s EMF meters would respond.  Some of the beeps seemed to directly coincide with questions asked, and some we found to be associated with the electircal wires that ran across the ceiling.

We moved to the other side of the basement to a long sort of corridor.  I felt a female energy at the end in the corner.  As I connected I could see that she was an older woman, with gray hair and some sort of cotton, snap down the front housecoat.

Ron obviously was not completely on board with what I was saying and wanted to leave the area. He changed his mind about going upstairs when he saw a candelabra.  He decided to try to an experiment to make contact with spirit.

Karin had some divining rods and Ron lit the candles in the candelabra.  He was asking questions and through yes and no questions it was confirmed that there was indeed an older female spirit present.

I knew that the female wasn’t a wife of a former owner the house, so using my logical brain, I thought maybe she could be attached to one of the antiques being stored in the basement.  I asked Ron to ask if she was attached to the chair or the trunk, and he showed his annoyance by raising his voice with his answer of “No she’s not!” and suggesting to the guests that I didn’t know what I was talking about, when I was just trying to make sense of the energy by asking questions.

During this divining rod session of communication, this photo was captured by  Gerri, clearly showing and ectoplasmic mist forming at Karin’s left shoulder. Hmmmmm, was I just babbling nonsense?   WHATEVER!  Ron is lucky I am such a nice person.   I let it go.

We moved to the first floor and we split up.  Ron took a group into the parlor and was playing the organ, while Karin and I took a group into the master bedroom.  These rooms are connected by a locked door.

I had an image of butterflies pinned behind glass in a display case and was getting masculine energy from the room itself.  I also felt as if the room had been used for viewings after a death.  Gerri confirmed that it was once a gentlemen’s smoking room, and after the investigation, Karin informed me that she discovered that one of the doctors that lived there was a botanist and kept collections of plant samples, which would go hand in hand with natural displays.

Karin decided to play a little trick on Ron and asked the spirits to play along.   She asked the spirits to leave Ron’s group and come into our space.  As soon as she asked, we heard Ron say “What was that?” through the wall and at that very moment all of the activity that Ron’s group was picking up on abruptly stopped.

We asked for a sign of the spirit’s presence, and it was again the woman from the basement.  When we asked the room went darker than it already was.  I realized that the streetlight had gone out.  Karin asked our spirit that if she had anything to do with the streetlight, to give us antoher sign.  The streetlight turned back on.  She then asked if our spirit could do it again, and the streetlight next to the original one went out.  Coincedence??

As the evening went on the activity seemed to wane.  At the end of the evening, after Gerri and Brian’s séance, we moved to the parlor once more to communicate with spirit by using a glass upon a table.

As we were conversing with a new female spirit, I felt a strong male presence entering.  All of a sudden all of the EMF meters that had been left on, in the middle of the séance table, in the room directly across the hallway from us, began to go off at full blast.  Anne took her video camera over to document it.  They continued to bellow for more than a couple minutes, and when we broke the communication off at the table with the female and closing the circle, without acknowledging the male spirit energy, the EMF meters fell silent.

We thanked our guests, and said goodnight to them all and we sat in the parlor and talked about the night.  As we sat there we all heard a loud male voice in the next room (the master bedroom).  Every person in the house was in the parlor and we all heard it.  Brian said “Welcome to the Collinwood!”.

It was a great night!

Thank you, Gerri and Brian.  I appreciate your hospitality, and I honor our new friendship. xxoo


**Note**  It has come to my attention that the spirit woman in the basement WAS a wife of a former owner.

This is why it is so important to know nothing on an investigation.  Brian had mentioned unintentionally that Farnam died, leaving his wife Sarah.  My logical brain dismissed that the spirit in the basement would be Farnam’s wife, because he was married to Sarah.  Elizabeth was Farnam’s first wife who died in the mansion.  This is how Ron knew I was going down the wrong path.

This is knowlege that Ron must have had prior to investigating.  Now that the pieces are fitting together, it makes total sense why he would try to stop me .

I believe it was a woman who lived in the house alone for a while.  I believe the spirit of the older woman in the basement who I saw to be Shirley.  Her snap down the front housecoat reminded me of one my own grandmother would wear, so the time period for the spirit woman would be late 1970’s early 80’s.

He let it go.  It is a good thing he is such a nice person.




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?

A Federalist Treasure

First, my notes, exactly as I wrote them:
Hibbard House

James Room
Pink room feels masculine.  Older male scuffling across the floor. Weak legs, sickness, urinary issues?  Not as old as the house. Much more recent.

Rum Hill Room
Masculine energy.  Not too much going on.

Hibbard Room
Pneumonia female.  Older woman.  Movement in room. Hard to breathe.

Pierce Room
Movement, male, same male energy as downstairs. Cigars.

Movement, noise.  Slight Headache.  Left leg pain

Front left room
Cigars male energy, headache on top right of head.  I think I may be feeling this same energy from this room but it is transmuting thru the floor into the Pierce Room.

Front right room feels benign…at the moment.

Poker Room
Interesting energy.   Noticeable upon entry.  Nothing defined.

Dining Room
Being used by the owners and the Janets.  Feels like the people in it now, will have to go back.

Shoulders/neck discomfort, restraint.


I know nothing about a place I am about to investigate.  I  like going in completely blind and not being prejudiced beforehand, so I can walk around and write down what I feel, hear and see in my head. The notes above are just that.

On December 3rd, 2011 the New England Ghost Project rolled into the quiet town of Bath, NH and investigated the Hibbard House.  We were invited in by our hosts Rick and Tim who were very kind and hospitable.

After the investigation, we found out that the house was used as a gay social club in the 90’s, and AIDS patients would stay in the rooms upstairs,which explains the man with the sickness in the pink room, and the restraints in the basement.  The basement was used as a speak easy during Prohibition. During the investigation I heard a deep voiced man having a one sided conversation behind a closed door.

I was also told later by our host that Harry Hibbard was a lawyer who built this handsome federalist mansion for he and his wife Sarah to live in.  We were told he passed up a congressional seat to live in this mansion. He was very good friends with Franklin Pierce and Pierce would frequently visit.

Tim went on  to tell me that other people who have visited the house have encountered the smell of cigars. I did not smell the cigars during my walk through. I had a mental image of them in my head.

Harry became ill with a brain sickness and was sent to a mental hospital where he died while he was in his 50’s. This was the oddly placed headache in the front room I was experiencing. It was strange, the Pierce room is directly above the Front Left Room, and I couldn’t tell if I was reading the bottom floor in the Pierce room or the Pierce room from the bottom floor, but the energies felt the same in each.

I was told by our host that Mrs. Hibbard lived in the house some years after Harry died. I asked him how she died, and he didn’t know. I believe the woman with pneumonia is Mrs. Hibbard. Usually I feel the ailment from which people passed. On top of my lungs hurting, I started to physically wheeze. I wonder if she may have been an asthmatic.

I was aware of Mrs. Hibbard in the Hibbard Room. I  am convinced that she moves things and makes noises. While the team was investigating this room, a digital camera that was sitting on the bed turned on all by itself.  We heard whispers and saw shadow movement within the room.

The kitchen was an interesting area. Although there were no distinct energies that stood out, I sensed that the kitchen was not a quiet place. I feel cabinets may open and close, and movement may be heard.

In the Dining Room a glass swirling brought about a conversation with a male from the 90’s who frequented the social club. Because of a shockingly disturbing image that flashed  in a team member’s head, she abruptly took her finger of the glass, and then one of our hosts ran out of the room crying, overcome with emotion.  He returned visibly shaken, and had no idea why he was crying.  We explained to him that sometimes spirit will impress their emotions or feelings upon us.

It was a very interesting house, and a fantastic experience.  Hopefully someday I can make my way back to visit and spend more time in the Hibbard House.   It is definitely worth the trip!

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 !

When One Meets Pancho

Last evening I had the pleasure to experience something new.  I travelled to Circles of Wisdom in Andover, MA and encountered a pre-Columbian Mesoamerican ancient artifact that was unearthed in Monte Alban, Mexico.

At the request of  his guardian, Mario Bojorquez,  I removed my shoes to show respect as I entered the back room where the sold out throng of curious attendees had gathered.  As soon as I crossed the threshold into the room, the energy from this beautifully carved piece of clear quartz crystal took over.

I was amazed at the amount of energy I could feel, particularly in my chest.  I also noticed sensation my neck, into my jaw and in the front of my head.  I took my seat in the chair furthest away and in the back corner of the room.

Although my back was against the wall, I was aware of a male presence behind me.  He was big, and he was watching. It was as if the wall wasn’t there, and he was looking over the crowd while being directly connected with the perfectly carved skull.  I have done a quick sketch of him (right).  He was brown skinned and had black hair.  He had full lips and had something draped over his shoulder and across his chest.  He also had something dark and feathery behind his head and was carrying a staff of some sort.  I believe him to be another guardian of the skull, along with Mario.

There was also spirit movement within the room throughout the 3 hour talk, in which Mario explained his journey with the “glass head” that he inherited from his grandparents.

Mario explained that Pancho is all about communication, that quartz crystal is the component that is found within all of our communication devices, such as cell phones and computers.  Crystal stores information and is what computer chips are made of.  One minute chip can store tons of data, photographs, songs or whatever you store on you computer. That is just a tiny, tiny chip.  Imagine the information that could be stored in a large chunk of quartz crystal.  That is what Pancho is.  Stored information from an extremely advanced people from thousands of years ago.

He has surfaced at a time when Mother Earth has begun to shift.  The legend of the 13 Crystals Skulls says that when mankind is on the brink of destruction, the 13 skulls will appear and give humanity the information it needs to survive.

As I am sitting here, recalling my encounter with Pancho, the Ancient Crystal Skull, I am experiencing the same feeling in my chest cavity that I experienced last night.   I believe I met Pancho for a reason.  I am thankful that I was able to experience his energy and learn something new.

If you would like to learn more about Pancho, visit his website at