Archive for the ‘Ghostly Adventures’ Category

First off, I’d like to apologize for our gratuitous absence! There is no good explanation for it but if I was forced to give one it’s just that life got in the way and writing took a backseat for a while. The good news is that we are back and more passionate than ever! So please, read on, it gets good!

Seaside Sanatorium is a hulking, decrepit building staring off at the Long Island Sound on one of Connecticut’s most highly visited and beautiful state parks. The building itself has become a state park of it’s own, declared by Governor Malloy in 2015, and is highly sought after by people wishing to visit it (and sneak into it).

Commissioned by the “State Tuberculosis Commission” the facility was build in 1934 and was designed by famed architect Cass Gilbert. The site was built specifically as a facility for children and young adults. Medical professionals thought that the fresh sea air and access to the beach and water would help to clear their lungs and speed up their recovery of the illness.

Unfortunately after varied success, the building closed and was reopened in 1958 as a elderly facility for 3 years until it was converted into a mental hospital. It stayed as a mental hospital until the late 1990s when death rates became unacceptable and the facility was closed in 1996. There have been reports of misconduct from state employees towards patients, but the reports were not thoroughly investigated so I guess we will never know…

Now onto the good stuff. First of all, let me explain that the condition of the buildings are so poor that going into them would be exposing yourself to black mold, asbestus and open elevator shafts filled with sea water from recent storms. It’s basically a death sentence if not a ticket to spend the night in jail – and state park employees take the liability very seriously. But when it was open, and when it was able to be investigated a lot of interesting happenings occurred. Workers in the buildings would claim to see apparitions of children/patients, sense cold spots, and hear voices and strange movements even whilst being alone. Many groups have recorded the sounds of children’s laughter and other strange unexplained noises. Objects left in rooms have been claimed to move on their own and even more creepy, the decrepit playground equipment is sometimes seen moving on its own by ghostly children who were taken too soon by an awful illness.

My boyfriend and I visited this place on an early September morning and the only word I can use to describe it is in fact, “haunting”. It’s one of those places where the feeling of history is palpable. There’s no other way to phrase it, you look at that building and it’s hard not see the images of the people and the children who came through there. The playground equipment, the large brick buildings, the nautical themed pillars on the top of the roof – it all is reminiscent of a time that you only get to see in photographs. Actually, it looks a lot like Shutter Island…

Despite being a place that had death visit it so many times, the feeling around the buildings is not a malicious or vengeful one. It’s peaceful, and calm, and the sound of the ocean makes for a serene view into the past.

Please check out our pictures of the building, all  RECENT pictures taken by Daniel Dahlstrom of Daniel Dahlstrom Photography (Atlanta, Georgia).

All images ©DanielDahlstromPhotography2015






First off, I’d just like to apologize for our unintentional hiatus. Dean moved to Staten Island, New York and I was cast in an opera called Street Scene that pretty much took up all my time. It was fabulous (in case you’re wondering) and completely worth every second. BUT THAT DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT WE HAVEN’T POSTED!

Anyway, over the break Dean and I got together and took a little trip to Torrington to visit the Yankee Pedlar Inn. The Inn was built by Frank Conley an Irish immigrant and opened on July 28th, 1891. The Inn was originally called the Conley Inn and was owned by him and his wife Alice Tyron. The name was changed to The Yankee Pedlar on October 5th, 1940 and has remained so ever since…

If the name sounds familiar to you, it’s probably because the inn is notorious for it’s haunted happenings and a movie that was shot on location called The Innkeepers starring Sara Paxton, Pat Healy and Kelly McGillis. The movie was written and directed by Ti West an American writer, director and actor. The movie is about an old inn in the final days of business, and follows the adventures and curiosities of the final 2 employees working on site. The two employees realize they have limited time to discover the truth about the ghosts of the inn and make it their quest to find answers. If you’re wondering what the inn looks like, just watch the movie… it’s pretty much unchanged. The ghosts mentioned in the movie are not related to the actual spirits said to haunt the place.

Since I was just in an opera, let’s do this in a way that feels more natural to me right now…..

Now presenting…………..



Frank and Alice Conley ——— GHOSTLY OCCUPANTS OF ROOM 353

Unidentified Older Woman – GHOSTLY OCCUPANT OF 295

Rocking Chair Belonging to Alice Conley ———- ROCKS BY ITSELF IN LOBBY



Now that you know of the cast, I’ll get a little more into the plot. Dean and I originally had intended to stay in room 295, but upon arrival found that the room’s heat was broken (I know spirits can cause temperature dips but this was RIDICULOUS). After telling the front desk our dilemma the management decided that since we had come for the ghosts, they would move us to the suite the Conley’s had lived in… room 353. At the desk we had a wonderful time talking to the management and hearing the stories they had to tell us. One woman working there reported seeing shadows all around the building, another told us a story of a group of male college students staying in room 353 who were so terrified they checked out early. Occupants of room 353 report phantom smells and the apparition of a woman and older man. Occupants also report the sensation of somebody getting into bed with them during the night. The owner of the inn is very nice, and jokingly warned us not to sleep in the bed in the front room claiming “it was Alice’s and that’s where she sleeps”. We obliged, and Dean and I ended up squeezing into a tiny double bed in the old living room section of the room. We had never felt so close.

The Conley Suite (353) consists of 2 rooms and a bathroom that is slightly elevated off of the floor in the peach section of the suite. The suite itself is pretty old, with lots of old fixtures and creaky floors. We started our investigation around 9pm, using our evp recorder to ask and listen for responses to our questions. Unfortunately, nothing came to fruition from that and we decided to try to get some sleep so that we could continue later on in the night. While sleeping both of us had some strange occurrences involving the blankets. At one point during our nap Dean felt somebody tuck the blanket under his foot, and I was awoken suddenly by the blanket on my left side being pulled sharply and distinctly. Obviously, this confused both of us, but nothing felt malicious so we continued sleeping. Later on during the night we decided to explore more of the old inn. While looking around the hallways we heard a distinct hand clap. This was odd because we were one of only 2 other guests in the inn at the time (we were there in the aftermath of a horrible snow storm, travel was abysmal). We followed the sound, but could not find anyone or anything that could have made it. Upon returning to our room, we started to hear people talking. At first we thought it was probably the owner of the inn, but we quickly realized it couldn’t be because the voice speaking had an American accent. The owner of the Inn is very, very British and so is his children. We don’t know who it was, and the guests besides were in a completely different area. We still have no explanation for this. The final strange thing that happened was the questionable opening of the bathroom door. We both believe we closed it before going to bed, but later on in the night (around 3am) found it open. We are unsure if we opened it ourselves and this remains in debate… ha


All in all, can we say this Inn is haunted? I don’t know, but we can definitely say it’s a warm and welcoming place to stay with a great restaurant and tons of creepy fun! I recommend watching the movie first to get you all good and scared, it will add to your imagination if nothing else!


Historical Information Provided by: – go and book your stay!


Dean in the lobby




Surprise! We had an impromptu tour of the Warner Theater, another notoriously haunted spot in Torrington, Connecticut!


LOOK! If you look on stage and compare between the 1st picture and this one, you can see the ORB on stage does not appear in the first picture, but in this one!



Peach Room, Conley Suite


We got some good readings in the hotel with our EMF. An Old checker board in the lobby INEXPLICABLY had a very high electro-magnetic reading for just being an old checker board. We of course checked the board for any electronics but found none. Opinions? Theories? Anyone?


Lobby, Old Telephone and Alice’s Rocking Char (The is supposed to move by itself).


We SOOOO enjoyed our stay and our fab dinner at Bogey’s! Get the chicken parm, our fave!


Alice’s Rocking Chair, don’t sit!!!


Olive Room, during Investigation.


Ye Old Conley Stagecoach lol




The Olive Room in the Conley Suite!

So, I had a bit of an unexpected adventure this morning! My birthday is coming up in a couple of days (Tuesday) and my parents informed me last night that they had a surprise for me the next morning and to be ready at 10am. So just like a kid waiting to get to Disney land, I stayed up all night and thought about what this surprise could be… at one point I thought it was just a giant plot to get me to go to the dentist… but thank god it turned out it wasn’t.

My dad has a very special job, and for legal reasons I can’t tell you what that is. All I can say is that there are certain (though not many) perks that come with it, like getting to explore an old abandoned jail. Unfortunately, due to more legal reasons, I cannot disclose to you the name or the location of the jail we visited today. But I was able to take plenty of photos of the inside to show you!

The site is now for sale, so after the sale goes through I will probably be able to disclose details of its location!

This particular jail was built-in 1812 and is one of the oldest penal facilities in the state. After closing in 1994 the jail served as a rehabilitation center, and a halfway house for women until 2008. Now it stands empty at the end of a busy road, waiting to be sold, aching to be useful again. The jail, was not a maximum security prison, it mostly held people for petty crimes or people awaiting trial. One of the most severe criminals it ever saw was a man who stabbed his wife out of anger, which lead to the formation of the recent domestic violence laws in the state it resides.

The woman lived, the police department was sued for negligence (they ignored the call) and she is now a millionaire.

A cell on the older side of the prison, the ceilings are under six feet tall and the width is just enough that you can stretch your arms across.

A cell on the older side of the prison, the ceilings are under six feet tall and the width is just enough that you can stretch your arms across.

The building has also had its fair share of unexplained occurrences, though the disturbances are not really talked outside the thin circle of former employees and police. You won’t find this location on an encyclopedia of haunted locations, shadowlands or in the newspaper. This haunted location is a well-kept haunted secret. People report all kinds of strange phenomena such as heavy boots walking up to you from behind, cell doors closing, voices, and strange creepy feelings. There are a couple correctional employes that once their maintenance rounds are done, they get right out because of the strong sensation of being followed. The site has also been investigated by world-renowned demonologist John Zaffis (The Haunted Collector) who looked into buying the place to turn it into his Haunted Museum. I am unsure of any evidence Mr. Zaffis collected, but I know he felt particularly uneasy in the kitchen area of the building.

While I was there I felt many strange sensations. While next to a cell used as the “suicide cell” (where they kept mentally ill inmates who showed a high risk of suicide) I had the feeling that something, or someone was directly behind me. The feeling ignited my fight or flight instincts and I jolted myself forward a little bit, with my head cocked over my shoulder looking for the person I had sensed. Obviously, there was no one there but that energy I felt was unmistakable. It was almost as if I could see it in my minds eye while it was happening. This dense black energy coming out of the shadows to swallow me whole. But how would I know that? I was facing the complete other direction… but my minds eye felt like it could see it creeping it’s way out of the shadows and slowly engulfing the tips of my elbows as they bent to hold the camera. I know that all sounds painfully dramatic, and I can’t testify that that’s what happened. I can only tell you what I felt.

The "suicide cell" in the newer part of the prison.

The “suicide cell” in the newer part of the prison.

The hallway where I sensed the person behind me. The "SC" is all the way down this hallway, on the right.

The hallway where I sensed the person behind me. The “SC” is all the way down this hallway, on the right.

Though I had many strange feelings and sensations (the atmosphere inside the old jail is a strangely oppressive one) one particular moment stood out to me. While in the room where inmates could purchase items from the store I realized my heart was beating wildly fast. I stood still for a moment and wondered if my body was instinctually reacting to something my mind wasn’t even aware of yet. I hadn’t been even aware that I was so nervous until I felt the wild pounding of my heart beat and my blood rushing to my head in fast, frantic pulses. This was odd to me, and I wonder what had been in that room to make me react like that. The man showing us around the jail commented after we walked out that those rooms ‘make him very uneasy’. This is a man whose father had worked in this jail, he’d played matchbox cars on the floor of this jail up, is a retired police officer and works in another more terrifying prison…. if he says something makes him uneasy, I immediately start to question what’s there.

Supposedly, this big red wall hides a tunnel used to take inmates across the square to the place where they were to be hung. Nobody knows the exact location of the tunnel, but most people suspect this location in the basement. The tunnel system was an attempt to avoid the public and give the inmate some privacy as he walked to his death.

Supposedly, this big red wall hides a tunnel used to take inmates across the square to the place where they were to be hung. Nobody knows the exact location of the tunnel, but most people suspect this location in the basement. The tunnel system was an attempt to avoid the public and give the inmate some privacy as he walked to his death.

This is where they put you if you misbehaved. The room is about 4 feet wide with a cell door to lock the prisoner in. In front of the cell door is a steel door to keep out any trace of sunlight. They weren't messing around...

This is where they put you if you misbehaved. The room is about 4 feet wide with a cell door to lock the prisoner in. In front of the cell door is a steel door to keep out any trace of sunlight. They weren’t messing around…

Not a ghost, that's my mom

Not a ghost, that’s my mom


Not sure who Chevy was trying to reach, advertising in a jail cell....

Not sure who Chevy was trying to reach, advertising in a jail cell…. ” WE MAKE FAST GET AWAY CARS?”

People have reported seeing a man standing in front of this window late at night when nobody is in the building.

I have 3 hours of voice recordings to go through, so bear with me while I go through that. Will report back with any thing I find!


Would I say the place is haunted?

I think this undisclosed jail in this undisclosed location is a real interesting place when it comes to the paranormal. The energy of the building emits this sort of anxious vibe, which to me, seems pretty appropriate. The building wasn’t housing mass murderers or anything like that for long periods of time, this was a place people went when they were waiting to be transferred or tried. I’m sure many nervous people sat behind the big steel doors on the front of those tiny cells. As I am sure something of them and their energy is still there…

In the middle of the loud and fast paced city of Boston, there is a quaint little hotel that is known as the Omni Parker House, with an old fashioned lobby and four elevators that lead to over ten floors. These elevators are small, claustrophobic, and just enough room for several people and a few luggage bags.

My experience at this hotel was different than the graveyard or the Mark Twain House. I had been on the road looking at colleges for Musical Theatre, and my family and I decided to say at this specific hotel for the night. My mom saw that it was haunted, so she thought that this could be a neat little opportunity for me and my interest in the paranormal.

As we entered the hotel we had talked to the manager, and my mom had asked for the most haunted floor. My sister was freaking out, because she wants no part of the supernatural (and yes, she believes in it). She was almost in tears because she did not want to stay on floor ten (which was the most haunted floor of the house).

There were many legends to the hotel, but unfortunately I had no encounter with the supernatural that night. I didn’t hear any talking or I didn’t see any shadow figures wondering the halls. However, something extremely odd did happen.

Later that night, I had gone out on my own to take pictures of the hotel lobby, and the floors that were deserted. Every single picture I took… there was one orb in it. I found this to be an odd coincidence, and I couldn’t leave it alone. I was extremely curious to find more information about the hotel.

While speaking to the Manager, he gave me several different stories about his encounters and also mentioned Ghost Hunters and how they actually came to investigate. I don’t have my pictures at the moment (they will be posted later on), but I will say that this hotel is actually beautiful. The service is great and the staff is wonderful. You should go stay a night in the hotel, and investigate for yourself. Also, ask the main desk for a room on the infamous TENTH FLOOR.

The Main Lobby of the Hotel. Beautiful right?

The Main Lobby of the Hotel. Beautiful right?

The Hallway for one of the many floors.

The Hallway for one of the many floors.

In the October of 2012 a group of friends and I decided it would be a fun idea to go check out what Salem, MA had to offer (Dean was supposed to go, but he couldn’t come because of a musical he was in). I had been when I was younger, but I was interested in investigating more thoroughly what the creepy little town had to offer. We immediately signed up for the ghost tour, hoping that if anything it could at least show us salem’s top haunted locations.

The tour in itself is pretty corny, but fun nonetheless. We went on spellbound tours, run by a shop in the center of town. The owner is very nice, and was able to get us in at pretty much the last minute. You meet outside the visitors center and are greeted by a man in a top hat next to a small man in a wizard costume who apparently was our security guard. As you can probably guess, we felt super safe. The tour sets off and you are brought all around town and finally end up near a parking lot that was said to have been the gallows at one time. It is haunted by a grumpy ghost named Giles Corey who was accused of witchcraft alongside his wife Martha Corey.

Digitally restored version of Commons file Fil...

Digitally restored version of Commons file File:Giles Corey.jpg: Old drawing of the death of Giles Corey (Sept. 19, 1692) by being pressed with heavy stones for failing to enter a plea to the charge of being a witch during the Salem Witch Trials. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

He refused to confess and was therefore pressed to death. Apparently, any time somebody has seen him in that parking lot something terrible has happened to the town of Salem and it’s inhabitants. So as much as I love ghosts I am glad we didn’t spot him. Massachusetts needs a break *sigh*.

However, we did get some interesting photos.


Another interesting photo was one I took in the cemetery while passing through at the beginning of the tour.

I have no idea why the cropped version will not post on here, but if you look at the tree on the right side of the picture you will see a pretty solid ball of white light right in front of it. That is the old Salem cemetery, it is right next to the memorial of those who died in the Salem Witch Trials.
Another fun thing we did on our trip to salem was we got to eat inside a prison! Now being the daughter of a department of corrections employee that normally would not appeal to me. But this prison is nice, and delicious too! The Great Escape is a restaurant within the newly renovated old Salem jail! Which used to be a spot on the ghost tour given it’s amazing amounts of activity. Now that the prison is a restaurant you can get a chance to go inside, eat your food, and silently hope the ghosts are there to keep you company. We didn’t see anything at the great escape besides great food and excellent waitstaff. I definitely recommend a trip, the coolness of the building is worth the trip by itself!
Also, in case you were wondering…. here is our wizard/security guard, Roger or something.

The Mark Twain house resides on a perfectly mowed lawn, with a straight path-way leading you to the front door of the house. Before you’re even allowed to enter, you must go down the staircase and into the neighboring modern-like building and buy a ticket for the nighttime Ghost tour. There you will be greeted by a staff member who stands alone, waiting for the entire group to silence themselves. The tour guide holds up an antique looking candle encased in a glass box, to guide the way to the main entrance of Mark Twain’s beautiful mansion.

As you walk outside, you can see the house painted in a brassy red, with intricate designs around the circumference of the house, while glass windows are perched up high, with candles waiting to greet you as you come through the door.

Taylor and I first experienced the Mark Twain house in the middle of March, while the wind howled, and the night grew colder by the minute. We stood outside as the tour guide gave a simple summary of the Twain family and who they were. She shared with us what the tour would be like, and how we might encounter someone who was a part of another life.

As we walked to the entrance, I began to feel a cold chill run through the back of my spine. My heart started pumping, and Taylor and I looked at each other in confusion… What were we about to get ourselves into? The door creaked open, and the group filed in one after the other. We stood in the center of the main entrance, where the lights had been dim as if candles were the only source of light available. The main staircase stood still as it had wrapped on the first, the second, and also on the third floor, with a carpet coating covering the wood.

The woman had welcomed us into the house and showed us the library, and the dining, which had been connected to the living room. As we huddled into the living area, Taylor and I had made our way into the back of the group, standing between the dining room and the living area. Moreover, at the other end of the dining room, there was a closed door which was the entrance into the slaves quarters. As I stood still listening to the woman talk about Twain and his paranormal lifestyle. Just then, Taylor stopped listening to the tour guide and had focused on something other than the present conversation. She had snapped her head to the dining room entrance (while we were still in the living area), while holding a look of confusion stood still on her face. She tapped my shoulder anxiously and told me to stay still, and listen. I tried to drown the tour guide out, as i listened carefully to what sounded like a woman talking to another person. Her voice was monotonous, but had been rather low (like Alto low), and Taylor and I couldn’t explain it. Before we labeled it paranormal, we had to make sure it wasn’t just our imagination or another person. All of the sudden, the voiced had returned in the similar brassy tone, as we quickly raised our hand to ask the tour guide several questions. We had said that we just heard a woman talking behind the door of the slaves quarters, and we asked her two questions. 1.) Is anybody else here? 2.) Is there another tour happening? After we asked the two questions she had replied with a NO as we entered into the dining room. and at this moment… Taylor and I were still in shock.

After we had moved into the Dining Room where more encounters had begun. Taylor and I had heard footsteps going back and forth, where it was a fact that Mark Twain was someone who never really sat down to eat dinner. He would always pace back and forth on the hardwood floor of his guests. This is another mystery that Taylor and I cannot solve…

Through the night we also heard noises of door handles jingling, which would occur on a different floor than we were on. On the third floor that evening, Taylor also felt extremely sick to her stomach. Instead of saying with the group she had to sit down to relax. Her stomach was in knots and her face was flustered. She was confused, and had just wanted to leave the floor as quickly as she could. As we headed to the slaves quarters next, Taylor looked at me and said “Dean… I feel fine.” Now we don’t know what to put this under, because Taylor could have 1.) Been extremely sensitive to the EMF readings in the house or 2.) She was experiencing something paranormal.

I would highly recommend visiting this house, because it is drenched in history, relating to Mark Twain and his family, but also to the residents who lived their after he did. It use to be the home to boys at an academy. You can go to the Mark Twain House website to look up ticket information, but make sure to get tickets for the night tours. They are totally worth it. If you can’t make it to the house. look up the past episodes from Ghost Hunters and watch the evidence they have found. Experience this place for yourself… you will not leave without some type of paranormal experience. Remember to keep you mind open, and your ears available to the world around you. Mark Twain might be closer than you think.

The most  infamous room in the building, where Twain actually wrote his stories but had also played Billiards. The sound of billiard balls can be heard on other floors of the house. Also, cigar smoke can be smelt at times.

The most infamous room in the building, where Twain actually wrote his stories but had also played Billiards. The sound of billiard balls can be heard on other floors of the house. Also, cigar smoke can be smelt at times.

The exterior of the Mark Twain House

The exterior of the Mark Twain House

Mark Twain holding a mysterious ball of light.

Mark Twain holding a mysterious ball of light.

Grave on the oldest side of the cemetery.




White Lady Cemetery or Union Cemetery is ranked among the top ten most haunted places in the entire country. It even has it’s own Wikipedia page and to me, once you have your own Wikipedia page you’re pretty much a big deal. The cemetery is deep within the woodsy town of Easton, Connecticut located near Stepney Road which supposedly has it’s own haunted cemetery that I have never been to (if any one has checked it out feel free to tell us about it!). The road has no streets lights which gives it an ominous and eerie feeling. The cemetery is surrounded by a cast iron gate that goes all around the property and is littered with “no trespassing after dark signs” so anybody who wants to do a proper investigation should know you could get fined for being in there after dark and the cops DO come around regularly… which leads me to my next question. Does anybody know if this cemetery is owned by the baptist church (pictured) or is it town or private property? And who could we possibly get in contact with to do an investigation?

Anyway, the cemetery is supposedly haunted by the “white lady” who has been seen by many people! Many people have taken her picture including world renowned demonologist Ed Warren and his wife Lorraine a gifted medium (who have come out and testified to the place being haunted). The white lady is described as to having long dark hair, and wearing what looks like a long white nightgown and bonnet. She is said to haunt Route 59 and 111 and there are even reports of vehicles hitting the spooky specter! There is a myth that in 1993, an off-duty fireman in the area hit the ghost and she left a dent in his car! Imagine explaining that one to Pep Boys….

She is also said to haunt the nearby Stepney Cemetery, going back and forth between locations.

Another character that is said to reside in the cemetery is “Red Eyes”. The story goes that a young man walking by the cemetery at night saw a pair of ghoulish red eyes peering at him from the brush. He turned and ran and heard footsteps following behind him! The myth goes that this could be the ghost of Earle Kellog a man who was set fire, and burned to death across the street in 1939 or the victim of a drunk driving accident close to the area who apparently provided his name and a couple choice words to boys looking to pick up EVP’s at the cemetery.

Unfortunately…the day we journeyed to White Lady Cemetery known formally as Union Cemetery in Easton, Connecticut our trip was cut extremely short by an out of place snow storm (I believe these were taken in April) and fearing for the well being of all of us (and my honda civic) we decided to make the hour long trek home without having done an investigation. Here are the photos of our expedition, so that the trip will have been for if nothing but your viewing pleasure (assuming the blog has people who actually view  it….debatable).

Information provided by:

  • Warren, Ed; Warren, Lorraine; Chase, Robert David (1992). Graveyard. St. Martin’s Press. 
  • Citro, Joseph A. (2005). Weird New England. Sterling Publishing Co.
  • Revai, Cheri (2006). Haunted Connecticut. Stackpole Books. 
  • Rogak, Lisa (2004). Stones and Bones of New England: A Guide to Unusual, Historic, and Otherwise Notable Cemeteries. Globe Pequot.


  • Cover of "Weird New England"

    Cover of Weird New England

    There is also a GREAT little page in Weird New England (One of my favorite books) about The White Lady Cemetery along with lots of other interesting places to read about! Great buy! Check it out : )

  • ALSO! The Warrens wrote a book about this cemetery called Graveyard, someone should read it and let us know how it is!!