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FINDINGS -- Haldeman Mansion Investigation, Bainbridge, PA

eastGhost.com with M.A.P.I., Sep 2019.

Several teams attended in 3 groups: inside the Main House, inside the Summer House, outside on the grounds.

Approximately 10:30pm: Interesting, the colorful stationary "orbs" hovering near Liz and Cliff, southeast of Main House, despite no flash with only ambient lighting during long exposure. Numerous reports include communications with young aethereal prankster "Jacob" and sightings of shadow apparitions and the "little girl upstairs".

Gauss meter response, quiet at around 0.1 Gs for most of the night in the Main House, agitated and skyrocketed up to 13 Gs during our singing of Civil War era songs in the Summer House. Meter sat stationary. We took notice: "It was as if ghosts were dancing or whirling about unseen right in front of us."

Liz' copper divining rods were active as usual and responding promptly and clearly to questions posed; copper rods in a sanitized, human-removed apparatus did not respond to any prompting. LASER shadowing, animal boobytraps, and other meters and apparatii went silent/unaffected.

We welcome other investigators to login and add their findings, comments, links.

Thank you, M.A.P.I.; we had a superb time.

RESEARCH -- How School Destroyed Your Curiosity - Amanda Rachwitz

Karma demands They must disclose intent to victims

Was Edgar Allan Poesoned by Jesuits?

  • Edgar Allan Poe: Renowned author whose self-proclaimed greatest, longest, final work is entitled "EUREKA"
  • CRIME: EAP was mysteriously poisoned in Baltimore, Catholic stronghold of US; he died promptly, incoherent.
  • MOTIVE -- EUREKA confounds if not counters the Jesuits' humanity-minimizing Cosmology of Infinitude, giving the first plainly comprehensible solution to Olbers' contradictive paradox (i.e., how the night sky is dark despite supposed infinitude of stars):

    “I design to speak of the Physical, Metaphysical and Mathematical – of the Material and Spiritual Universe – of its Essence, its Origin, its Creation, its Present Condition and its Destiny.”

    In Eureka, Poe claimed, among other things, that the universe is finite – in 1848 a finite-aged universe was mere speculation, and adopted a more philosophical phraseology of Newton’s Law of Gravitation, claiming that gravity is nothing but the attraction of every atom to the other atoms.

    “Every atom, of every body, attracts every other atom, both of its own and of every other body, with a force which varies inversely as the squares of the distances between the attracting and attracted atom.”

    Poe also pondered the question of the Olders’ Paradox. He suggested that the universe is not old enough to fill the sky with light. Is also endless in size; we see only a tiny part of it, and that observable part contains too few stars to fill up the sky with light. Poe knew that light moves extremely quickly but he claimed that there hasn’t been enough time for the light to reach us from farthest reaches of the universe.

    “No astronomical fallacy is more untenable, and none has been more pertinaciously adhered to, than that of the absolute illumination of the Universe of Stars. The reasons for limitation, as I have already assigned them, à priori, seem to me unanswerable; but, not to speak of these, observation assures us that there is, in numerous directions around us, certainly, if not in all, a positive limit—or, at the very least, affords us no basis whatever for thinking otherwise. Were the succession of stars endless, then the background of the sky would present us an uniform luminosity, like that displayed by the Galaxy—since there could be absolutely no point, in all that background, at which would not exist a star. The only mode, therefore, in which, under such a state of affairs, we could comprehend the voids which our telescopes find in innumerable directions, would be by supposing the distance of the invisible background so immense that no ray from it has yet been able to reach us at all. That this may be so, who shall venture to deny? I maintain, simply, that we have not even the shadow of a reason for believing that it is so.”

    source: https://athenareads.home.blog/2020/05/21/why-is-the-sky-dark-at-night/

  • MEANS -- Jesuits, 'military troops of Vatican', historically known poisoners, vow to "extirpate" Protestants, Freemasons and non-Catholic heretics.
  • OPPORTUNITY -- Still-touted poker-playing good friend and long-time neighbor of Jesuits.

Were these ideas alternately pre-empting and confounding the Jesuits' fledgling cosmological "psyence" silenced by poesoning?


  • Barring subterfuge dragooning secrecy, discussion and wonder concerning Poe expects warm welcome, particularly within Poe's own house/museum; instead, side-armed U.S. Park Service docents at Poe's house/museum in Philadelphia resoundingly demean EUREKA, deride curiosities, scorn inquiries. Why? EAP himself named EUREKA his greatest achievement.
  • EUREKA is suspiciously absent from nearly all publications available at the Poe museum. Signalling need for deeper careful investigation, devious omission hallmarks Jesuit handywork in mislead and mind-control.

Be wary with whom you break bread and libation. EAP should have. True Poe enthusiasts could morally do no better than to doggedly pursue the truth about his murder.

FOREST GLEN: Higher Form of Boo Under Charm of Eras Past

To celebrate this season of boo here are a few nighttime shots, exploratory notes and research findings that together weave an eerie menagerie. Below is the statue of Minerva at Forest Glen, Maryland. The aging structure is the remainder of a 'Spanish Dorm' at the northeast corner of the property. About one-half mile along Minerva's Medusa'd gaze looms the Mormon Temple.

This fascinating complex is steeped in oddity, military and medical intrigues, darkly intertwining and spanning from our nation's founding days to our present. Spooky enough all on its own, but when it's real, and militarily verifiably so, that's what really gets you ...transmogrifying mere goosebumps into palpable fear.

BELOW Statue of Minerva near remainder of Spanish Dorm

Forest Glen was a close-by ecape-destination providing early Washingon, DC residents cool relief in its comparative highlands (DC was in part literally a swamp, hot, muggy, Potomac River in the summer) before it was a premiere girls' finishing school; then it became an Army convalescence home before being used for biowar research ... and then ultimately becoming an expensive housing development (!).

Concerted efforts at reclamation and historical preservation have been ongoing for many years. The property was a failed (or abandoned?) farming thing, then a failed commercial thing, then a failed educational thing, then a failed military thing, and now it's a pseudo military-commercial historical-preservation compound meets high-priced housing collective kinda thing. The depth and twists of its many at-odds juxtapositions and uncanny energies give lasting allure to all things Forest Glen.

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Also on the property is a magnificent Spanish Ballroom, an authentic Dutch windmill (sorority house), several other unusual structures, and Maryland's only real Japanese Pagoda.

BELOW Japanese Pagoda, Spanish Ballroom

BELOW Dutch Windmill Sorority House, one of the many fanciful housings for students during the finishing school era of Forest Glen.

BELOW Italian Marble Fountain, a prideful centerpiece long ago drained and silenced; recent restoration efforts have provided new hope of watery resurrection.

Bad deaths alerted by numerous seances undertaken on the property and an unshakably intertwined history of military misery and biowarfare taint the area. The same commander at Frederick Maryland's FORT DETRICK (25 miles to the northwest) is also in-charge of the adjacent Forest Glen Annex and its noxious Walter Reed Army Institute of (biowarfare) Research. By some accounts, the Army spent '7 figures' on work in the woods immediately northwest of the FGA – but exploration revealed only one of 7 bridges was shored-up, not even rebuilt; meanwhile, what are expensively out-of-place: Numerous sink-tubes, filled in, capped, yet having automatic monitoring sensors and electronics, ostensibly 'gas sniffers' but more likely having something to do with potential bio-outbreak-causing leakage from the nation's [publicly-admitted] largest germ warfare lab and production monster sitting right up the hill...

BELOW Path to Expensive Bio Sensors In The Woods Adjacent To BUILDING 503 – "The Walter Reed Army Institute of Research (WRAIR) is the largest biomedical research facility administered by the U.S. Department of Defense."

Totally coincidentally, of course, Maryland's first "outbreak" of West Nile Virus was detected in the woods immediately west of the Forest Glen Annex biowarfare production facility. This hauntingly mirrors the first detected "outbreak" of Lyme Disease in Old Lyme, Connecticut, at the very spot where the ferry landed from Plum Island, the USDA's zoonotical / tick-born disease research facility, also totally coincidental, of course, but that's a whole other intrigue – see the books HIGHER FORM OF KILLING and LAB 257. See also the godless insanity exposed by Dilyana Gaytandzhieva at the AV9 Conference, England in May 2018 ("AV9 - Pentagon Bio-weapons ... EXPOSED!").

BELOW Beta Castle at Forest Glen, sensitives routinely pick-up strong spiritual energies. Washington Post archives confirm a deadly fall from the rooftop in early 1900s. Rods, ouija and guardian-angel communications respond fervently along the path in front of the castle. Reported experiences here have included muffled voices, foreboding of anger, and "stones thrown".

BELOW What was around back in the lower floors, however, gave a totally different kind of eerie chill – animal cages, lab facilities, and what one sensitive described as "an impenetrable veil". Unclassified military records confirmed medical and biowarfare research; nearby massive BUILDING 503 biowar lab echoes these findings.

Regarding the expensive housing uncomfortably nearby, in the scheme of things DC and compared to the still-buried live World War One munitions in DC's initially-pricey Spring Valley neighborhood (on American University land once used by military for testing / proving grounds), namely Mustard, Chlorine and Phosphgene gas munitions -- "yellow cross", "green cross", and "white cross", respectively, named for the markings on the bombshell casings -- wealthy families living within eyesight (and positively within slightest-whiff distance of accidental toxin release) of the nation's largest [publicly-admitted] biowarfare lab and production facility hardly raises any dead. Yet.

Military Wiki -- Walter Reed Army Institute of [biowar] Research

Walter Reed Army Institute of Research -- This article is about the U.S. Army medical research institute (not the hospital). Otherwise, see Walter Reed (disambiguation). The Walter Reed Army Institute of Research (WRAIR) is the largest biomedical research facility administered by the U.S...

The Forest Glen area of land was originally owned by the Carroll family, of Founding Father infamy, and it was long ago a tobacco plantation. In those days, Rock Creek, which empties into Washington’s Georgetown near the first lock of the C&O Canal, was much deeper and rapidly flowing; now it is barely a trickle sans rainstorms. Tobacco was harvested and rolled down from the higher ground to the Rock Creek and then floated down to Georgetown upon shallow raft, it is said.

BELOW Moving shadows and phantamasgoric mists appear throughout the property, which is unexpectedly steeply terrain-ful with many intricate bridges, statues, constructs, stone carvings and features hidden by growth, forgotten to time.

The Carroll graves in nearby cemeteries are very interesting to visit with empaths and spiritual friends, even in the daylight but especially as dark waxes. Slave graves long ago covered over (relocated? doubt it) give credence to spine-chilling tales of hauntings, both audible and sightings all over the facilities, including inside the WRAMC Commissary and reported off-official-record by military personnel. If you can imagine "Poltergeist" happening to the military, that gets at the deeper, darker, multi-faceted soul of Forest Glen.

BELOW - Area map of Forest Glen with some highlights marked. Several residents living on the property and nearby have contacted us to confirm these findings and report other experiences. Orbful photographs and wil-o-wisps are common, along with disembodied shrieks at night not attributable to corporeal animals. It's not just 'one or two' but dozens. Over years. Claimants include well-to-do residents and active military personnel.

Regarding the endless amount of military, medical, political, and Occult weirdness that permeates DC and surroundings, you just have to know where to look and who to ask for the good stuff – and that is nearly never any 'official' sources or controlled outlets.

Visit Forest Glen sometime when you get a chance; much of it is open to the public without ID checks. Walk in the woods, bring a camera and some copper divining rods, maybe some dice, an open mind, and at least one unflappable friend of stout heart ...just be careful what you touch and even more careful about what touches you.

Be sure to login and add your pictures, findings and experiences to the organic research / findings / experiences entry on Forest Glen. Same goes for other haunts and attractions collected in our gargantuan haunts database.

SPIRITS AT THE BEND: Thistle Millworks at Ilchester, Md.

Pictures and Experience by Michael

BELOW: Southern end of the plant, at the sharp bend in the Patapsco River behind camera. The burned out and dysfunctional Simkins Plant, latest working occupant of the Thistle Mill complex, is being slowly dismantled, discarded and removed.

“Three deaths here? Yeah, easy. Probably. Defnitely. This place is over one-hundred years old. There’s a lot of heavy machinery and many places to get hurt. Three deaths in one-hundred years is probably an understatement.” That’s one thing our helpful guide had to say about the deaths, injuries and reported hauntings at Simkins Industries Paper Mill http:// eastghost.com/haunt/775/ near old “Hell House” at the sharp bend of the Patapsco River, on River Road in Ilchester, Maryland. The older parts of the plant --the mill onto which the plant was later grafted-- date back to the 1700’s and are over 200 years old.

While our guide had not directly had any “substantially haunted” experiences to speak of, at least one other visitor had, in summertime 2006, suddenly become so “scared and totally creeped out” that he left in quite a rush, abandoning his work and belongings. This has happened several times. Sulky has reported ongoing paranormal experiences, research and subsequent validation of certain facts that would corroborate ghostly experiences.

For my part, while I was down below, between the buildings at the Patapsco River, over the swooshing sound of water endlessly smoothing rocks and the nearby control dam, and the audibly electrifying hum of high voltage transformers, coming from deep within the old plant (and seemingly underground) I heard about one dozen earth-shaking booms, ominous thuds of heavy machinery solidly hitting Earth-coupled surfaces, as well as metal clanking and moving about --it sounded maybe two hammer blows short of the plant being in full operation. Only...no one was working inside. The thuds were powerful and dreadful, and they unmistakably resembled the thuds that Sulky had reported hearing and feeling months earlier (see following report).

BELOW: the “bugs bunny” fire hydrant.

Kimness, up above on the roadway and hillside, heard none of this. Her main concern was taking pictures while avoiding daring cars whizzing by on the quite narrow and twisty River Road.

Knowing what was happening to me within the highenergy electromagnetic feld of the humming transformers, I felt mighty uncomfortable and wanted right away to get further away, out of the magnetic feld, to basal safety. Instead, I set to it and simply walked by the facility, taking pictures all the way. Happily abiding my one stern warning against entering the buildings, I did however get some shots through numerous cracks and open doors.

BELOW: Southern entrance and drive way along the Patapsco River, to frame left.

There were quite clearly within many places to get mangled, deformed, maimed and otherwise seriously harmed. There is nothing nice or forgiving about this place. It made me think of a sleeping but malevolent mechanical giant, still somehow strangely noisy even in awkward, abandoned rest, like an old missile silo, seemingly ready to wake up and swing into action at a moment’s notice, or at least exuding that precipitous aura.

BELOW: Thistle Mill, in better days, circa 1890, Baltimore Historical Society.

The air carries that same Patapsco smell, not necessarily stale but defnitely old and heavy (Day and Night at the Good Church and the Bad Church http://eastghost.com/post/35075). All along the length of the plant, the Earth itself reeks of heavy industrial oil and solvents.

A slip in the mud here would probably leave a remarkably persistent rash and stain and maybe even a chemical burn. There is a large cauldron of badness --tens of thousands of gallons of liquid capacity-- slowly rusting away, no doubt once housing the high-molar solution that unpleasantly decomposed stuff or acted as a reagent in some desired but unnatural process. A thin but apparently deep waterway or canal, impossibly crammed between the older part of the mill and the too nearby River Road, is criss-crossed by a grated steel catwalk that was too shaky to dare. Who knows if it’s even water in the canal.

BELOW: North end of old southern mill building. Notice juxtaposition of original masonry and later additions including gate, fre hydrant, cement blocks.

I heard several dozen dull screams coming from just beyond, or possibly inside, a small wooden shanty-looking thing barely standing several dozen yards further north than I was willing to tread. It was defnitely some mammal; I’m not ruling out human, though possibly a prank. Several times in the Patapsco River valley I’ve had the very uncanny feeling of not being alone, of just barely hearing and/or seeing things not quite possible to clearly make out or identify one way or the other --was that a person screaming for help or calling out to a friend, or was it a fox or bird or cat or something, or was it just nothing, or really something worse?

BELOW: Pipe support catwalk carried energy.

I also thought I’d glimpsed a few “flashes,” unexpected because everywhere nearby, given a long enough glance, was clearly deserted, except for the few cars flying by on the road above, out of earshot and almost out of sight. It’s the frequent but fleeting “whatwas-that?!” glimpses that getcha.

At the furthest-north end of the “mill complex” is a rotting wooden shack that exudes red light. Maybe it’s a cue to stay away; maybe it’s for the fre department should the hulk spontaneously reignite itself. I did not approach its slightly-ajar door. In any case, fre clearly can not kill or reclaim this place; there is too much stone and metal here, too many chemicals, too much history, maybe too many spirits.

BELOW: Oil-fred power plant, directly across Patapsco River and pipe support catwalk.

The tall, original mill structure has various windows, mostly with broken-out panes. Severals sets of stairs and ladders climb at weird angles and unlikely bends. The whole thing is hodge-podge, you can tell, built and twisted as needed over too many years.

BELOW: A glimpse inside the machine shop. Notice the unprotected nature of the chains, pulleys and heavy machinery. Not a safe looking place to work. This area felt the most repulsive to me.

There are apparently one and one-half “floors” in the long, triangularly-tipped “sawtooth” buildings to the south (what purpose does that roof serve, anyway?); three floors in most of the mid-section; and probably at least fve floors in the tallest portions furthest north. It’s unclear what’s rotted away, but I’d bet, given all the broken windows, that it’s treacherous inside. There is something under the loading dock at the machine room. It hisses just above the whisper of the river.

BELOW: A peek inside the machine room. An oppressive feeling came from the machine shop, to the left out of frame.

There were no cats or birds or wildlife of any kind that I could hear, see or otherwise sense. Except for the tired settling sounds of the buildings, the spooky electromechanical hum, and the burbling of the river water, it was spooky-quiet.

Water still runs in a steady, silent trickle from a frehose connector, the one of three without long-ago crinkled hoses that run off to nowhere.

BELOW: Loading dock at machine shop building.

It’s strange to see the obviously very old stonework of the original mill buildings patched with modern brickwork and cinder-block build-ins covering over old openings. It’s sad, in a way, how the still-beautiful build quality of the historical mill was architecturally defaced decades ago. They defnitely do not build them like that anymore. To the real craftsmanship, the unwelcome additions look as cheap as grey bondo on a jet-black Mercedes.

BELOW: Closer look into machine room.

A bright-red fire hydrant is here, tucked half-underneath the mill and built-around in a way somewhat reminiscent of that Bugs Bunny episode in which the tall offce building was built with a small semi-circle all up its length, above the rabbit hole. I wonder why they didn’t just move the dang waterpipe and not cut away the mill’s massive foundation!?

BELOW: Peculiar, hallmark rooftop, from River Road.

A fire extinguisher sits out in the middle of the muddy dirt passage that’s barely wide enough for two eighteen-wheelers inched side-by-side. Old wood. Old nails. Old pipes. Pulleys and girders and chains and everywhere jagged steely things. An angry, old blue industrial water pump sits with its chrome-shiny but malicious looking screw-blade propeller still attached to strong but stained stainless-steel pipe. I wonder if mashed paper pulp sludge once flowed inside; the mill was apparently, in its fnal life, used for paper recycling. Yuck.

BELOW: Looking north along the entrance driveway.

I had a strange feeling (both times that I passed it) of uneasiness, like I was being watched, from within the garage. Maybe it was just heebies from the way that, despite its totally open doors, the blackness abruptly flled the cavernous interior like tar. Photonegative shots of the interior didn’t reveal anything strange, though it sure felt unwholesome there. I’m glad that feeling stayed in the garage.

BELOW: Simkins Paper Mill, at the site of the old Thistle Mill, sometime in early Spring, 2006, as seen from several locations along River Rd. Picture courtesy of SolarAngel.

The river banks have been fortifed by cement-lattice work on both sides. The river is probably about 50 feet wide here and only a few feet deep at most. However, the banks are maybe ten feet down to the waterline. There is a depth stick for measuring floodwaters, and “15 feet” was marked slightly below my eye level. The stick was gunky-dirty-wet, like it was not so long ago wholly submerged. Just across the river and up are the train tracks, and above them is the former site of “Hell House,” old St. Mary’s College at Ilchester.

BELOW: Simkins Paper Mill, at the site of the old Thistle Mill, sometime in early Spring, 2006, as seen from several locations along River Rd. Picture courtesy of SolarAngel.

I got a very unusual picture of the building across the river. It was getting dark, I was shooting handheld, and somehow I managed a shot in which the foreground is in focus but the motionless background is motion blurred. Weird, but there it is.

The plant is possibly being disassembled, piece by piece. There are half-a-dozen large dumpsters, halffull with all sorts of pipes and gizmos and chunks of machinery. Hopefully the mill will be saved as an historically signifcant site.

BELOW: Simkins Paper Mill, at the site of the old Thistle Mill, sometime in early Spring, 2006, as seen from several locations along River Rd. Picture courtesy of SolarAngel.

About half-way down the length of the buildings, a ricketylooking steel tram- or walkway crosses from the mill rooftop over the river and to another building on the far side that looks like an enlarged m a c h i n e g u n bunker. The bridge formed a sort of invisible boundary; I didn’t like crossing under it, so many dozens of feet overhead --it made me feel like a black cat slyly crossing under a ladder, half-expecting for the inevitable worst. Maybe this “bunker” was to keep the workers in line, inahling fumes and toiling away! Probably it’s just an extension of the processing plant. Numerous large signs warn of possible hearing damage; blindness from regarding ultraviolet arc welders, and the ever-present dangers of forgetfulness. A misstep could literally be deadly.

BELOW: Simkins Paper Mill, at the site of the old Thistle Mill, sometime in early Spring, 2006, as seen from several locations along River Rd. Picture courtesy of SolarAngel.

It’s an effective choice of words: I kept thinking about the “life changing accidents” that Sulky mentioned in his research. This isn’t some collection of workshop bandsaws; machinery herein is as heavy-duty as heavy-duty comes. Even keeping myself safely several feet outside the buildings and the realm of the dormant but still fearful machines, I was very aware of my every footstep and even of the dangling pullcords on my jacket. Silly, I know. But, if you’ve been around heavy equipment, you understand what I mean; there is no such thing as a second chance, and even while standing absolutely motionless you still think twice before making the slightest move. That oppressive fear of what-if literally impedes motion on a moment-by-moment basis, and it would have taken very much “getting used to,” I imagine, to have been an effective employee here, instead of a molasses-mannequin.

BELOW: Saint Mary’s College at Ilchester, popularly “Hell House,” now demolished, Gray’s Mill at bottom right, and Thistle Mill at bottom center.

“Extreme” might describe the pain of being crushed to death between a 3,000-pound roll of paper and ‘a machine known as a rewinder,’ especially if it was operating. Mill accidents must be truly terrible events, life changing even to those who survive in witness. I wondered what would actually happen if someone’s loose scarf got wound up in the belt of a car engine’s alternator; clearly it would violently jerk the entire torso down, but would the result be immediate decapitation, or would the scarf somehow rip frst? You know the engine would not stop. It’s thoughts and echoes of that same kind that I sensed most here.

BELOW: Idyllic view of railroad bridge and Patapsco River, just after the bend and downriver from Thistle Mill. Notice exaggerated features and perspective. Picture courtesy of Sulky.

Despite the lingering smell of chemicals and fear, there is a peculiar draw to this area. The sharp 90-degree bend of the Patapsco River here in Ilchester, once literally under the shadow of Hell House, down-river and down-hill from nearly everything, seems to be some sort of “spirit trap” that snags and holds history in a way that is unlike anywhere else.

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THE DANCING LIGHTS: Thistle Millworks at Ilchester, Md.

Investigation and Experience by Sulky / Lon Strickler / Phantoms & Monsters Blog

BELOW: Thistle Mill, main building, in the 1940s when it was used primarily to produce “cotton duck” a heavy, plain woven cotton fabric, commonly called canvas. This was well after the mill’s heydey and in the wake of major cotton duck mill closures in Hartford, Connecticut and other areas in the north. Picture courtesy of Baltimore Historical Society.

I investigated an inquiry several years ago at the Simkins Industries, Inc. plant in Ilchester, MD. Some employees had noticed an orb of “dancing” light about 10 inches in diameter occasionally move slowly right to left along a wall in the beater room section of the plant. The sightings were usually in the early evening hours but always in the same area.

An employee and I entered the complex while the plant was down for weekend servicing. I must say that I noticed several spirits within this plant. There had been some deaths (natural and accidental) in the plant and some were evident, in particular an older man who insisted on following us around. His presence was very strong and somewhat disturbing since my feeling was that his death came at his own hand. The name I sensed was “Buzzard” are something similar. I don’t know if it was a nickname or his actual surname in life. We reached the area of the orb sighting and I noticed immediately that the temperature had dropped quickly and remained colder than the surrounding area the entire time I was there.

My perception was that of a man who has died in a piece of machinery (bottomliner pulper) many years before. The name that I sensed was “James” and that he seemed to be in his 30’s. I never witnessed the orb, but I am sure that this was his spirit energy. I attempted to contact “James” through my spiritual guide and seemed to have made some impact. My subsequent inquiry a year or so later with those employees who made the original inquiry concluded that the orb had not been seen and/or reported since.

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THISTLE MILL FINDINGS: Thistle Millworks at Ilchester, Md.

Investigation and Experience by Sulky / Lon Strickler / Phantoms & Monsters Blog

BELOW: Gray’s Mill, a contemporary of Thistle Mill, a few thousand feet upriver, has an intertwined and equally interesting history, complete with hauntings and recent investigation, to be covered in a later edition of EGQ.

On Thursday, April 6th, 2006, I assembled a small team to investigate the recent paranormal activity at the Simkins Industries plant located in Ilchester, MD. The plant is located on the Baltimore County side of the Patapsco River at River Rd. near Hilltop Rd. There are remnants of the Ilchester mid-1800’s village still standing, but all the houses are now boarded up. The plant is also deserted due to a major fre on the top level in 2003.

I had received several inquiries from people who had recently been on the property as well as a few queries from former employees. There have been various incidents and reports of phenomena mainly strange lights and sounds. To our knowledge, no other investigations had been made in the plant since it was closed. For the record, we had investigated some paranormal activity in the plant in the early 1990’s and I have reported this previously.

The team consisted of my assistant Cory and two former employees of the plant, Keith andJerry. I brought along 2 digital cameras, 2 EMF meters, a pair of 2-way radios and a laser thermometer. We were able to work our way into the plant through a dock entrance and descended 2 stories into the main beater room area. Because Keith and Jerry knew their way around, I had Cory and Jerry start the investigation to get some baseline EMF readings at various locations throughout the plant and to record any activity. All the power was off in the plant, so I was hoping for solid electro-magnetic readings. I decided to stay in the main beater room area with Keith mainly because I had recent physical limitations that made standing and walking for a sustained period of time impossible. I fgured if Cory found anything, she’d give me a call and Keith could direct me to the area. Before we began, I asked Keith and Jerry not to mention any specifc deaths or injuries that had occurred in the plant. This plant has a long history and reputation for many horrifc work related casualties.

Not too long after we started to look around, I noticed that the images on the digital cameras were not developing though the register on the card indicated that images were there. There was full power in the cameras and the cards were fne, but no images were coming on the screen. That was truly strange because I had never experienced that before and for this to occur with both cameras was very unusual.

Everything was fairly quiet for about 2 hours. I called Cory and she said that nothing remarkable had happened other than she received 1 major EM spike in the machine room dry end and that they were going to walk back to our location. A few minutes later Cory and Jerry returned. Jerry commented that it was very strange that he had not seen or heard any cats in any part of the plant. He stated that the plant was always inundated with cats for the many years he had worked there. Keith stated that he had also noticed it and thought it was very strange. Frankly, up to that time it was eerily quiet. We sat together for about an hour going over her notes and planning out our next moves.

By this time, it was 11:15 pm and we decided to start walking to a few areas that Cory had suggested. We went through an area that I was familiar with from my initial investigation but, strangely, I felt nothing. We continued to walk until we reached the former maintenance department. I started to get a feeling of dread and nausea as well as tightness on my chest. Cory also stated she felt a bit weird. After a few minutes, I asked Cory where she had recorded the EM spike. She said on the floor below by a machine called a rewinder in the machine room dry end.

We walked down the stairs and entered into the main part of the plant. As soon as I walked through the wide doorway, I felt like something pushed me in the chest… I literally backed up and tried to regain my breath. A few seconds later, we heard a loud thud sound. Each of us looked around not knowing where the sound came from. It seemed to me that something large had hit the floor but the sound was tempered as if it was in a tunnel. My feeling was that something catastrophic had happened here...the residual energies were coming at me from all directions. Cory was getting erratic EM readings stronger than those she had recorded earlier. I tried to endure the bombardment of energies I was experiencing, but it was getting very hard to deal with. I needed to get out of that area as soon as possible so I could gather my thoughts. I turned around and walked towards the warehouse area so I could sit down and rest. The others soon followed and we took a break.

I asked Jerry to confrm if someone had died in that area, but I didn’t want a name or know how it happened. He stated that at least 2 employees had lost their lives in that specifc area but he was unaware of their names since the deaths occurred before he started employment. Keith confrmed the deaths but he also had no idea of the circumstances or names…only third party information he had heard. I was determined to go back into the machine room and see if I could sense anything from the spirits residing there.

After a bit of a rest, Cory and I walked back into the machine room. As before, I felt pressure on my chest but not to the degree I experience previously. Cory and I held hands and I attempted to contact at least one of these spirits. I immediately felt pain and sorrow…like my life force was draining out of me and I couldn’t stop the inevitable. Then I heard the name “Russell”. It was obvious that this was the person who had been haunting here. I tried to communicate but the sorrow and grieve this spirit was projecting was as intense as I have ever felt. I fear he will remain on this plane and refuse to ever move on.

I decided that I was done here and that we should check out a few other locations within the mill. We spent another 2 hours in the plant taking EM readings and recording some history of the mill from Keith and Jerry. I asked Jerry if he could put me in contact with a former employee who could tell me about any of the people who had died in the plant.

That Sunday, I interviewed a gentleman who wanted to remain anonymous. He had retired from the Simkins plant in the mid-1980’s and had started there when Bartgis Brothers had owned the mill. He confrmed that an employee by the name of Russell Calimer was killed in the machine room in 1977 after a 1-1/2 ton roll of paperboard had slipped off a forklift and crushed him to death against the rewinder. But, I was stunned by the information that was to follow. The employee who attempted to load the paperboard roll and allowed it to slip off was a man by the name of Robert Buzzard. If you read my initial investigation at the Simkins plant, you would recognize that name. I had felt a presence of a spirit who called himself “buzzard”. I had no idea at that time that this was an actual name. As well, I had this feeling that “buzzard” had died by his own hand. It was confrmed that Mr. Buzzard had become so distressed after the accident he decided to retire. Less than a year later, “buzzard” had indeed committed suicide.

I think the plant is worthy of further investigation, but I have a bad feeling about some of the spirits that are there. There are, of course, many residual hauntings (ghosts)....but there may be at least one vortex there and I didn’t like what I was feeling especially in the machine room. For the record, there have been 4 deaths in the plant since 1971....3 in the machine room. As well, there have been several major life altering injuries.

I have a suspicion that someone tried to perform a halfhearted seance or used a Ouiji board in the plant since it closed. There have been all kinds of people hanging around there and the sense I get is that a spirit with some relatively heavy duty malevolence and lingering hatred is moving in and out of a vortex (I was unable to locate a vortex....possible that it was closed when we were there).

The “Russell” spirit we did encounter is a strong one but with a lot of sadness and acts like it is looking for something. We tried to “move it along” but I don’t think we were very successful.

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A few Haunts

The following content is reincarnated from a street racing site that unwittingly ignited intense interest in all things paranormal.

Inns, Hotels, Restaraunts

Inns and Hotels

The Castle
Route 36, 15925 Mount Savage Road
Mount Savage, MD 21545
Contact: Judi and Tony Perino

The Castle is nestled in Maryland's mountains but was designed to look like Craig Castle in the Scottish Highlands. This Gothic home was built in 1840 and was eventually bought by a man named Ramsay, who arrived from Scotland in the late 1870s. He lived at the property until the 1930s, when he lost his fortune. The house was repossessed and Ramsay moved to Ohio, but he's buried in Mount Savage. It's said that he has come back to permanently stay at The Castle, which features a huge gas fireplace, gas lights, six guest rooms, an intricate library, and a great hall for entertaining. It's in that hall and library that Ramsay's ghost has appeared to members of the staff and a few guests. He is also said to walk the third floor, which used to be a ballroom but is now home to the inn's owners.

Currier House
800 S. Market Street
Havre de Grace, MD 21078
Contact: Jane Belbot

The house was built in two phases - 1790 and 1840. Since 1861, it has remained in the same family - and yes, they're related to Nathaniel Currier of Currier & Ives fame. The ghost here is an 8-year-old girl who calls herself G.Z. She stays in one room and never makes a peep, but she does tend to move objects there - straw flowers and doilies placed on the dresser always end up on the floor. G.Z. has even been known to shake hangers in the closet when people talk to her. It's possible that slaves on the Underground Railroad used a secret passageway in the house and the current owner's great-grandfather used to transport slaves on his ferryboat, so there's a chance that G.Z. is one of the people who traveled with him - or one who was left behind.

The Inn at Buckeystown
3521 Buckeystown Pike
Buckeystown, MD 21717
Contact: Janet Wells

The inn was built in 1897 and was once called "The Flea's Nest" because its tenants cohabited with chickens, geese and turkeys. That's a far cry from its status today. Now it's a nine-bedroom inn with a critically acclaimed restaurant. The inn is home to several ghosts, all of whom concentrate on their particular area of the inn and remain unaware of each other. One room is home to a young couple that actually appears "solid" rather than ghostly. In fact, guests who have come in contact with them wonder if perhaps they are other guests who have accidentally entered the wrong room. An invalid girl exists in another room, and guests report seeing her mother praying at the end of a bed or hearing the child laugh. In yet another room, a male ghost appears every day. Staff and guests can see his "seat-print" on the bed and he has been known to open drawers and cupboards. And in the room called Celestial, appropriately enough, people see a pastor looking out the window - toward a site where one of the town's churches used to be and where some of its tombstones still remain.

Inn at Horn Point
100 Chesapeake Avenue
Annapolis, MD 21403
Contacts: Cory and Carol Bonney

This house was built in 1902 and has served as a family home, grocery store, brothel and rental property. Since the inn opened in March 2002, four former tenants of the rental property have stopped by to ask the current owners whether they've had any odd experiences in the house. The owners have not, but they find it interesting that all four people - who didn't know each other and who lived at the house at different times - told stories of a presence in the front bedroom, now called Captiva, and in the attic. A fifth person - a guest in Captiva - wrote this in the guest book, "We had a wonderful stay. Say hello to the ghost for us."

The Inn at Mitchell House
8796 Maryland Parkway
Chestertown, MD 21620
Contacts: Jim and Tracy Stone

Mitchell House was built in two phases, 1743 and 1825, and the furnishings in its six bedrooms reflect those periods. Locally, this inn is known as the place where Peter Parker was "pickled." Parker, the captain of a British ship, came ashore to do battle with the Americans on Caulk's Field during the War of 1812. He was wounded and taken to Mitchell House to recover, but he died on the kitchen table instead. His troops stuffed their leader into a barrel of rum, put him back on his boat and dispatched the vessel to England, where Parker was buried near Westminster Abbey. But maybe part of him is still hanging around. A rocking chair in one guest room rocks for no reason. The owners' dog used to make a beeline for that room and behave as if someone was playing with him, but their cat wouldn't set foot in the room.

Kemp House Inn
412 S. Talbot Street
St. Michaels, MD 21663
Contact: Pat Evans

A shipwright and soldier named Joseph Kemp built this eight-room Georgian home in 1805. It features working fireplaces and four-poster beds - and, it seems, a restless spirit. Employees of the inn affectionately call their ghost Joseph, after the home's original owner. Staff members have reported seeing a blue streak head up a staircase, hearing doors slam shut when the house was otherwise unoccupied, and finding items moved. Much of the unusual activity seems to be concentrated in the Blue Room. Two women who stayed there over the Christmas holidays exchanged gifts in the room and threw away the wrapping paper; they went to dinner and returned a few hours later, only to find the gift-wrap on the floor again. And one guest has even reported feeling as if someone was crawling into bed with him.

Kent Manor Inn
500 Kent Manor Drive
Stevensville, MD 21666
Contact: Jodi Fisher (410-808-8124)

The inn, which dates to 1820 and is nestled on about 225 acres of farmland near Thompson's Creek, continues to be home for the ghost of one of its past owners, Alexander Thompson. It's reported that Thompson, who loved a good cigar, died of old age somewhere in the house. The biggest indicator that the owner is still around is the lingering smell of tobacco in his old bedroom, Room 209. No matter what the staff of the non-smoking inn does to eliminate the odor, it remains. Guests in that room also report unexplainable sounds, lights being turned on and the television going off and on. Some staff members have even reported seeing Thompson's ghost when it's especially quiet in the inn.

La Cle D'or Guesthouse
226 N. Union Avenue
Havre de Grace, MD 21078
Contact: Ron Browning

A member of the Johns Hopkins family, pharmacist Henry Harrison Hopkins, built this house in 1868. Today it features three guest rooms, lovely antiques and an enclosed garden. The inn has hosted five psychics, all of whom have felt the presence of Miriam Hopkins, Henry's wife. She generally wears a black dress and spends time in all of the upstairs rooms, but she doesn't enter the additions that were built after her death. One psychic indicated that Mrs. Hopkins helps keep the inn tidy by dusting the antique furniture - a fact that's backed up by the owner, who says the furniture is remarkably dust-free. But Mrs. Hopkins isn't the only otherworldly presence at the house. One psychic also detected four Quakers near the entryway - a man, his wife, a grandmother and a child. There's also the ghost of a French king, who may have come across the ocean with a piece of antique furniture, and a man who may have been a servant here in the past.

Lauretum Inn Bed & Breakfast
954 High Street
Chestertown, MD 21620
Contacts: Martha Shane and Walt Schaefer

Maryland's famed Senator Vickers, who is perhaps best known because he voted for the acquittal of President Andrew Johnson, built the house in 1880. The structure is a hodgepodge of the senator's favorite architectural features: a bell tower, turrets and a roof that reaches to 70 feet in some spots. Owners and guests have reported seeing lights go on and off, hearing mysterious sounds, finding doors opened or closed, and noting that accessories were rearranged in bedrooms. It's in the old school room on the third floor that the strangest occurrences take place. People have heard talking and laughter in that room even when it isn't occupied. And guests there have reported a number of unusual occurrences - from a door that opens and shuts by itself, to temperature fluctuations, to feeling like someone is twirling their hair when they're lying in bed.

Snow Hill Inn
104 E. Market Street
Snow Hill, MD 21863
Contact: Ricardo Valenzuela

The inn features three guests rooms and a full-service restaurant. Local legend says that the place is haunted by Jay "J.J." Aydelotte, the son of a doctor who practiced medicine in town for 80 years. J.J. committed suicide when he was a student in Baltimore. Two guests who have stayed in his former room reported seeing the image of a frail young man with light hair - the exact description of J.J. as reported in newspaper obituaries. Guests and staff members have heard the sounds of whispers, footsteps, doors slamming, and furniture moving. These things take place throughout the inn, from the basement to the first-floor restaurant, to the upstairs rooms and even on the porch, which is a new addition.

Spencer Silver Mansion
200 S. Union Avenue
Havre de Grace, MD 21078
Contact: Carol Nemeth

The house dates to 1896 and was built by John Spencer, who operated various businesses in town and wanted a place to entertain his business associates. Today it functions as a B&B with four rooms and a carriage house. Guests often report seeing a woman in a long, black Victorian-style dress. Their descriptions perfectly match a picture of Mrs. Spencer that the innkeeper has but does not display. Some guests report that the woman is pacing, but others say that she's gazing out a window. One guest heard someone call out the name Elizabeth - her name and the name of the daughter of the second owners, the Silvers - but saw nobody there. And yet another visitor, who was staying in the carriage house, awakened to the sounds of men talking and playing cards. The carriage house had been the home of a local doctor, Dr. Simon, who was known for the poker games he used to host there.

Spring Bank, A Bed & Breakfast Inn
7945 Worman's Mill Road
Frederick, MD 21701
Contacts: Ray and Beverly Compton

The Comptons bought Spring Bank in April 1980, exactly a century after the home's cornerstone was laid. The house, which is furnished in a Victorian style, has five guest rooms and appears on the National Register of Historic Places. According to local legend, Tilly Houck, one of five children of the original owners, haunts the place. Tilly was truly devoted to her sick mother; shortly after Tilly's death, the mother died, too. Years ago, family members of the owners visited the inn and stayed in Tilly's room, which is not generally used as a guest room. One of the women reported seeing the figure of a young woman wearing a burgundy dress, a corsage and her hair pulled back in a bun. That description perfectly matches one provided by a neighbor who remembered Tilly.

St. Michael's Manor and Vineyard
Route 5
Scotland, MD 20687
Contacts: Joe and Nancy Dick

The house, which was built in 1805, is located near the entrance of Point Lookout State Park, directly across the street from the monument that marks the burial place of Confederate prisoners. Guests of the B&B have reported seeing figures in the house and on the property, sensing a presence and hearing noises. The owners report objects disappearing from the house and a light occasionally going on in their bedroom in the middle of the night. Two psychics who visited the house both heard the sounds of women talking loudly - as if a tea party was in progress - even though nobody else was around. This could mesh with the history of the house, which was home to a woman who lived to be 92 and her four spinster daughters. All five of the ladies died within six or seven years of each other during the 1850s.

The Wayside Inn
4344 Columbia Road
Ellicott City, MD 21042
Contacts: David and Susan Balderson

The inn is situated near an original portion of the Old Columbia Turnpike, which was established in the early 18th century as a way of linking the mill town of Ellicott City to Washington, D.C. Local legend says that George Washington and John Quincy Adams both were guests at an inn that was formerly on the site. Jenny, a middle-aged woman who was a servant in the house in the 1800s, haunts the inn. She doesn't seem to realize that she's dead, as she continues to try to clean the house. Employees and guests hear Jenny on the third floor, walking around, closing doors and opening drawers. The innkeepers joke that they've left cleaning supplies out for her, but she doesn't use them - at least not in this dimension. All who have seen Jenny describe her as having a white blouse, a flowing skirt and a dark waistcoat.

Widow's Walk Inn
402 High Street
Chestertown, MD 21620
Contacts: Bob and Susan Lathroum

The house was built in 1877 and served as a private home until 1985, when it was converted to a bed and breakfast that features five rooms, four gorgeous porches and the inn's namesake, a faux widow's walk. The former innkeepers reported that a clock in the parlor stopped regularly at the same time of day, lights suddenly turned on, and ceiling fans were found running after they had been turned off. Since the Lathroums bought the inn, two guests have reported the presence of a ghost - whom the former owners called Walter - in their room. One of those guests was a woman who said she could clearly see a man standing next to the bed in the middle of the night. She thought it might be her husband, then turned and saw the husband lying in the bed beside her.

Windjammer Condominiums
4503 Atlantic Avenue - 46th Street Oceanfront
Ocean City, MD 21842
Contacts: Denise and Bob Anthony

The Windjammer was built in the early 1950s as a beach motel in Maryland's resort town of Ocean City. One unit on the third floor is reported to be haunted. Members of the housekeeping staff tell stories about items they've left in one location mysteriously moving to another. Guests have also reported hearing whispers here and feeling like someone is staring at them. The property managers have traced the smells of food cooking to this unit, even when nobody occupies it. They have also smelled cigar smoke when the room is vacant.

Historic Sites and Museums

Fort McHenry National Monument and Historic Shrine
End of East Fort Avenue
Baltimore, MD 21230
Contact: Vince Vaise (ext. 236)

This star-shaped fort is perhaps the most famous War of 1812 site in the country, thanks to its connection to Francis Scott Key. It was after he witnessed the British attack on the fort that Key was inspired to pen the words that eventually became the United States' national anthem, "The Star-Spangled Banner." Visitors regularly report seeing two figures in War of 1812 uniforms standing at Claggett's Bastion. A former ranger reported seeing a similarly clad figure when he was walking his dog along the seawall trail. The figure disappeared when the dog barked at it. Others have seen an African-American solider walking around the fort. He's thought to be Private William Williams, who was killed in battle here. And finally, there are reports of a gallows appearing on misty, foggy evenings in the fall. This could be connected to the fort's Civil War history, when it's recorded that hundreds of Baltimoreans came to witness the hanging of a man convicted of being a spy.

Historic Elk Landing
270 Landing Lane
Elkton, MD 21921
Contact: Mike Dixon (410-398-2256)

Elk Landing is a Colonial port located on the tip of the navigable waters on the Chesapeake Bay. Residents of the area witnessed the passage of thousands of British troops during the American Revolution, and this was also the site of a skirmish during the War of 1812. Historic Elk Landing is now a publicly held park that is being transformed into a living history center. People say they've seen mysterious lights here and report feeling the presence of spirits, and locals tell tales of hearing screams and seeing apparitions at various places on the property. Paranormal researchers have detected the presence of the many now-dead people - at least one of which is pictured among the portrait gallery.

Jonathan Hager House & Museum
110 Key Street
Hagerstown, MD 21740
Contact: John Nelson

Jonathan Hager, a German settler and frontiersman who founded the city of Hagerstown, built this home in 1739. The fortified house provided Hager and his family with the protection they needed from attacks on the frontier. The house is thought to be haunted by two different families. Michael Hammond, who lived here in the 1840s, is still seen walking the property. And the Downin children, who resided here during the Civil War era, continue to make mischief. They constantly move an old corncob doll, make noises, cause light bulbs to blow out, and somehow make cameras stop working.

National Museum of Civil War Medicine
48 E. Patrick Street/P.O. Box 470
Frederick, MD 21705
Contact: George Wunderlich

The building that houses this museum functioned as an undertaker's establishment for nearly a century - including the years of the Civil War. Visitors and staff have reported seeing shadowy figures in person and on surveillance cameras, feeling cold spots in various parts of the building and sensing presences. Not all of the vibes were good ones, so when the museum was renovated recently, the staff brought in a paranormal specialist to cleanse the building. Since that time, all the negative energy seems to have left; these days, most reports are of orbs that appear in photographs.

Old Jail Museum
Business Route 5 - 41625 Old Courthouse Drive
Leonardtown, MD 20650
Contact: Susan Erichsen

An 875-pound boulder sits in front of this museum, and it's said that visitors can see the handprint of Moll Dyer on the rock. Dyer was labeled a witch by the townspeople and was driven from her home on one of the coldest nights of the year. Her neighbors burned down her cabin, so she was left to the elements. Dyer was found the next morning, frozen to death and clutching the giant rock. When the townspeople removed her body, the impressions of her knees and hands were left at the scene. Three hundred years later, people report seeing a ghostly apparition floating over the land where she lived. Visitors to the museum report feeling aches and pains when they stand near the rock, and those who have tried to take pictures of it find that their cameras malfunction.

Patapsco Female Institute Historic Park/Mt. Ida
3691 Sarah's Lane
Ellicott City, MD 21043
Contact: Jacquelyn Galke

The institute is a 19th-century girls' school famous for being one of the first schools in the South to teach science and math to female students. The school attracted students from both North and South as well as a number of foreign countries. In its heyday, it was one of the most desirable places for parents to send their daughters. It now stands as stabilized ruins. A student named Annie, who died of pneumonia while she was at the school, still walks the halls and can be seen at the windows. Paranormal groups have tested the site and determined that the ghosts of children still play there as well. The site's visitor center, Mt. Ida, is a home built in 1828 and is also haunted. The ghost of its former owner, Miss Ida, moves furniture in the house as a way of reminding the staff of her presence. The staff has determined that Miss Ida is a gregarious sort who loves participating in the many social functions that take place here.

Point Lookout State Park/Point Lookout Lighthouse
Route 5
Scotland, MD 20687
Contact: Christie Bright

This park sits on a peninsula at the confluence of the Potomac River and the Chesapeake Bay and today provides countless opportunities to enjoy the great outdoors. But 140 years ago, the area was one of the two largest Civil War prison camps in the country and thousands of soldiers died there. Park rangers and visitors alike have reported seeing a ghost "running" across the street near the site of the camp's old smallpox cemetery and hospital. Elsewhere in the park, researchers have recorded 24 different ghostly voices in the now-abandoned Point Lookout Lighthouse, and mortals have reported cold spots, odd smells, unexplainable footsteps, and strange apparitions there. Several images have appeared in photographs of the building, including what appears to be a Civil War soldier leaning against a wall.

Rogers Tavern
259 Broad Street
Perryville, MD 21903
410-642-6066 or 410-642-3703
Contact: Barbara Brown (410-642-6486)

Because of the tavern's strategic location on the main thoroughfare between Baltimore and Philadelphia, this was a favorite stopping place for George Washington and other Colonial forefathers. The site has been tested by a paranormal investigative team, which brought in monitoring devices and detectors to measure activity. The group recorded noises in the basement and noted temperature variations throughout the facility. Electromagnetic monitors also positively responded to the mention of the names "George" (as in Washington) and "John" and "Elizabeth," the first names of the Rogers, who operated the tavern.

Tudor Hall
41680 Tudor Place
Leonardtown, MD 20650
Contact: Susan Erichsen

This 250-year-old home was owned and occupied by the Key family, relatives of the man who penned "The Star-Spangled Banner." The Keys owned an enormous grandfather clock, a beautiful piece that stood in one of the great hallways but only chimed when there was a death in the house. When the mistress of the house, Maria, was gravely ill and feared that her end was near, she called for "Mammy." A servant was dispatched to summon the woman, but too late; as Mammy hurried up the hill toward the Hall, she heard the clock chime three times and knew that Maria was dead. It's rumored that visitors can still hear the clock chime and Mammy weep in the night. Other stories circulate about a ghost who moves rocking chairs to the portico of the house and unlocks doors and a "lady in white" who sweeps past people on the stairways.

USS Constellation
Pier 1, 301 E. Pratt Street
Baltimore, MD 21202
Contact: Chris Rowsom (ext. 402)

This historic ship is reported to be home to three wandering spirits. The first is Commodore Thomas Truxton, a former captain who died peacefully in his bed in Philadelphia but who apparently returned to the ship in the afterlife. The second is a "ship's boy" murdered by one of the crew. And the third is a sailor named Neil Harvey, who turned coward during a battle and who was put to death as a result. All three ghosts have been reported to manifest themselves as apparitions. Today's staff is quick to point out that they haven't had any personal encounters with these ghosts, and most attribute the stories to the creativity of a former employee. But who knows?


Michael Rork's Town Dock Restaurant
125 Mulberry Street/P.O. Box 355
St. Michaels, MD 21663
Contact: Jon Mason

The restaurant is located on the former site of the Longfellow house in St. Michaels, the Eastern Shore village known for outsmarting British invaders during the War of 1812. The house burned down in the 1970s and a restaurant was built on the site - but it seems that one part of the house - and of the Longfellow family - stuck around. It's a ghost named Sara, who apparently isn't very fond of modern technology. She regularly shuts down the cash register, computers and other digital gadgets. And she doesn't stop there. Staff members have also witnessed glasses fly off of shelves and shatter on the floor and sometimes hear her knocking in the walls. But even though Sara likes to create mischief, she's also a friendly sort. The staff is accustomed to hearing her say "Good morning" when they report for work, but so far nobody has ever actually seen her.