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Hello all!

Hope your summers have been going well. Dean and I recently got back from a vacation to Orlando, Florida and decided it was time for an investigation before I leave for Germany (next Monday). After reading about a couple of places we decided to visit Gunntown cemetery in Naugatuck, Connecticut. The cemetery was founded in 1790 and contains the bodies of many people who supported independence from Britain during the Revolutionary War.

The weird thing about this cemetery is that unlike many other haunted location there is no myth or legend surrounding the land or area that would cause there to be paranormal activity. There’s no one ghost that is said to haunt the spot, but many. The most reported phenomenon of Gunntown is the sound of children’s laughter. Many visitors report hearing the sound of children laughing in the field just beyond the back wall of the cemetery. The sound then is said to gradually move closer until it sounds like it is in fact, inside the cemetery walls. Music, specifically “rag-time” music, is said to be heard in and around the cemetery as well. One witness described it as sounding like “a coffin was buried with a record player”. And that the exact point of which the music was coming from was never determined. Another popular apparition of the cemetery is the black dog. Many people report seeing a black dog that then quickly disappears upon being spotted. Some people view the black dog as a foreshadow of death, illness or misfortune. It has been reported that 2 people can be looking in the same direction, at the same time, and only one of them will see the dog. Woof, creepy.

The first night that we went to investigate it was only Kaitlynn and I. The cemetery was wet and slippery because of the rain that had just fallen. The cemetery is on a very dark, woodsy road next to a couple of scattered houses. We entered the cemetery and began to look around. The air felt thick with anxiety. Kaitlynn soon began to feel uncomfortable not long after entering. She reported hearing  a very strange dragging sound across the grass in the beginning area of the cemetery. We still don’t know what to make of that, it definitely wasn’t either of us considering the fact that we were both completely stationary at the time. The uncomfortable feeling in the cemetery only seemed to grow worse after that point and we quickly decided to leave.

Investigation 2 – Dean and Taylor:

A couple of days later we decided to go back, this time Dean and I made the trip. We got our flashlights and equipment and journeyed inside the cemetery. Whilst in the cemetery I found myself looking at a headstone, trying to read the old writing, when suddenly it sounded like some sort of animal was behind the stone. I heard this loud and frantic scratching and scurrying noise that only seemed to be getting closer to me. It freaked me out so badly that I screamed and fell backward onto a gravestone. I looked for the animal in question but couldn’t find anything. I am positive there was no animal behind that gravestone because I had my light shining on it and would have seen it scurrying around if it was truly traveling at the speed and ferocity with which the noise was behind made. It was very frightening. We then decided to try to listen for the children near the back of the cemetery. Besides some strange rustling sounds we did not get to experience the children or music. We DID get to experience something that sounded like a rabid Capuchin monkey. So if anyone has lost their rabid pet monkey lately, he’s at the Gunntown Cemetery scaring the crap out of people. This prompted our movement into the front end of the cemetery where Dean thought he heard the sound of metal clinking together near one of the bushes. I unfortunately did not get to hear this, but I wish I had.

Gunntown Cemetery is an interesting place that produces a very interesting feeling. It feels like a combination of unsettledness mixed with the uncanny sensation of being watched. Perfect for relaxation, obviously. The monkey helps with that, also. It’s one of the most uncomfortable places I have been in a long time. You always feel like something is right over your shoulder.

So, all in all, do I think the pace is haunted? Haunted is a strong word. I would say it’s active. I would say it’s creepy, and it has something going on there that I just can’t explain. It’s no 8th gate to hell but you won’t find me sleeping over any time in the near future!

Pictures coming soon!

With the release of The Conjuring there’s been a lot of talk about Ed and Lorraine Warren, a married couple who dedicated their lives to the research of the paranormal. Ed (who died in 2006) was one of only a handful of demonologists recognized by the Catholic church and Lorraine, who still gives tours of the Warrenology Museum, (Monroe, Connecticut) is a clairvoyant and light trance medium. (You can find info about the tours at: http://www.Warrens.net)

Recently while on vacation I had the pleasure of reading the book that covers their life story. The book is called The Demonologist and is written by Gerald Daniel Brittle a noted Non-Fiction author. The book is very conversational and takes you through their lives starting at the very beginning, and then step by step through some of their most notable cases.

The Annabelle Case: Annabelle was a rag-doll acquired by two young nurses who thought she was possessed by the spirit of a little girl who had died. After strange and disturbing things started happening, the possession of Annabelle revealed itself to be a lot darker than any one had originally suspected. She is now on display at the Warrenology museum where you can see her… but I warn you now … keep your distance!

On a side note! To anyone who saw The Conjuring, can you believe what they did to Annabelle?! They made her 100 times more creepy than she actually is! I mean, she is creepy… but the doll in the movie is just horrid looking. May I also say it was interesting to, after reading the file, be able to pick out the truth and dramatizations between the actual case and the hollywood add-ins.

The Hillman Case: A case involving a young family and an overly curious daughter who mistakenly used a conjuring book (given to her by her mother) to summon demons into her suburban home near the University of Massachusetts. These case takes you through the stages of demonic infestation experienced by the children of the Hillman family and gives a great example of the terror that these evil spirits can instill in unsuspecting victims.

– OK, what mother, spiritual or not, gives A CONJURING BOOK OF DEMONS TO HER DAUGHTER TO PLAY WITH. That’s just complete stupidity on her part! What happened to… makeup…. or, or, hair bows or some nice book like The Great Gatsby for godsakes! I don’t understand.

The Donovan Case: This case involves another young suburban family who mistakingly invited demons into their life. The daughter of the family, bored and lonely, started playing with a Ouija board and became infatuated with the ghost of a young boy whom she began talking to. As it turns out, after inviting him to manifest, he turned out not be a boy…. and not so nice after all. This case is also documented with photos of levitating objects and demonic phenomenon. This case was one of the most severe the Warrens ever experienced. The phenomenon went on to include the deportation of objects and the manifestation of small rocks falling from the sky onto the top of their house! This infestation was also impressive because of the presence of higher level demons…it makes for an extremely interesting read that will stay with you when you’re trying to go to sleep that night.

– The photos are pretty old so not all of them are clear. I believe the Warrens so to me, they are very impressive! I leave everyone to formulate their own opinion though! ALSO, in the book it says the police officers had NO EXPLANATION for the stones that fell mysterious out of the sky onto their roof. SO someone needs to find the Donovan family police report!! PEOPLE OF WORDPRESS, THIS IS YOUR QUEST.

The Enfield Voices: The story of a house in London that makes Amityville look like child’s play! The family involved experienced severe demonic activity for what I believe was six horrendous years of torture. The family had not one, but something like 8 demonic spirits infesting their home all at once. The spirits would go as far as to have conversations with each other when people were in the room, and from empty rooms in the house!

– Also, the conversations between Ed and the demonic spirits at times is SO colloquial it’s…funny.

The book as a whole is amazingly informative. You hear about their lives, how they started out and more importantly the EXTREME price they have had to pay for being involved in their work. The Warrens have led an absolutely extraordinary life and career that is certainly worth reading about and like they say, when it comes to the demonic, knowledge is our best defense! This book tells you everything you’ve ever wanted to know (or not wanted to know) about the demonic and how not to fall into its many traps!

I do have to say though, while the book talks very frequently about The Amityville Horror and the things Kathy and George Lutz experienced, in no way is this what the book is about. I would not buy this book if that is what you are interested in learning more about. This book is about their lives and their career as a whole.

All in all, 10 out of 10 stars… just don’t read it at night… unless you don’t mind being paralyzed with fear…. :p

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.

Green Lady Cemetery lies tucked away on an otherwise abandoned road in almost the middle of nowhere. I say almost, because down the road a couple miles there is a random seven-eleven. Apparently in Burlington the necessity of street lights is trumped by the necessity of slurpees. Anyway, the road is used for nothing more than a turn around or some sort of through-street to an old warehouse in the clearing on the other side. Honestly, chances are if you didn’t know there was a cemetery there beforehand you may drive right past it. If there ever was some sort of grand entrance-way, that’s long gone. The cemetery has been so vandalized that most of the graves are tiny nubs of stone sticking out of the ground. Cracked, mutilated and forgotten they stand on a lonely little hill behind a sad stone wall that is falling apart long forgotten as well. The myth however, has not been forgotten and is a popular spot for ghost hunters! Like us! The graveyard is supposedly haunted by a woman named Elizabeth, who drown in a nearby swamp and has now been spotted as a green mist in the middle of the road (hence the “green” lady). Her gravestone apparently is in the cemetery but the names on the gravestones are completely illegible because of age.

There are also reports of a spooky looking cabin somewhere near the cemetery, but in all my times going there I have yet to see this cabin. Unless they mean the cabin at the beginning of the road. But that doesn’t look creepy to me at all….and it’s fairly modern. Anyway, the myth of the cabin is that there is an eerie light emitting from one of the windows and a ghostly looking woman has been seen inside (supposedly Elizabeth, I guess). Once again, I cannot say that this cabin exists because i’ve never seen it….but I also can’t say that it doesn’t.

Although I have never seen the infamous “green mist”, green lady cemetery has delivered some frights that I have found hard to forget. In the summer of 2012 a group of friends (including Dean) and I got into our cars and journeyed to the old cemetery to see what all the fuss was about and to see if anything could possibly happen to us. We got there around 11pm, it was a warm summer night and all seemed pretty quiet. We got out of our cars and began to walk around the cemetery, silently hoping something would happen. After about an hour a member of our group became frustrated with the lack of activity and started asking the ghosts questions in a manner that I can only call “taunting”. (Now, Dean and I don’t really like to taunt ghosts. We feel as once human beings they should be treated in a respectful manner so we were a bit uncomfortable with this.)

After a little bit of this I began to feel uneasy and we decided we would go back to the cars and wait a little bit before going back into the cemetery. I was sitting in the front seat of my car when my friend asked me to join her in the back so that she could show me some of the pictures she had taken. I got up and out of the car and went and sat in the back seat leaving the car door open. Suddenly, the car door slammed on me… so hard that I was thrown into my friend. My friend was actually slightly annoyed until she realized I had been pushed.  The door then closed on me again sending me further into my friend and slamming the door completely shut in the process. It was then amidst our screaming that we noticed my rear view mirror had been turned completely sideways… which was impossible since no one had been in the front seat to turn it. Our other friends upon hearing our commotion immediately from their car began asking what was wrong to us replying “we are getting OUT of here!”.I would just like to point out that the angle the car was on the hill would have made the door harder for it to close on it’s own. We were facing downhill, the nose of the car pointing downwards. The car door had to have been physically pushed closed by something and with FORCE, especially because it happened a SECOND time! The first time closed on my leg so it wasn’t able to fully close. But that’s not all! While in my drivers seat talking to our friends in the other car, both my friend and I heard a blood-curdling scream from somewhere in the woods. Now, this is a pretty wooded area….on a road that doesn’t have many houses or lights for that matter…it ALMOST looks like a highway. The scream we heard was definitely a woman, screaming at the top of her lungs. At that point we took that as a cue to leave and get out of there fearing we had frustrated the ghosts with our friend’s taunting. Could the screaming have been Elizabeth meeting her fate in the nearby swamp? Who knows.

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Strange lights in the woods, green lady cemetery.

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Orb of light by tree, green lady cemetery.

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Stone wall entrance, green lady cemetery.

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Strange lights in the woods, green lady cemetery.

So do I think green lady of Burlington, Ct is haunted? I believe something out of this world is going on there and we have a lot yet to discover about Elizabeth and her ghostly companions down on that silent, spooky, abandoned road in “almost the middle of nowhere”.