Haunted
Boston Harbor
Haunted
America
Sam
Baltrusis
Genre: Ghosts and hauntings,
Local/Regional History
Publisher: History Press/Arcadia
Date of Publication: August 22,
2016
ISBN: 9781626199569
Number of pages: 144 pgs
Word Count: 35,000
Cover Artist: Cover photo by
Frank C. Grace
Book Description:
Ghosts lurk in the waters near
Boston's historic seaport, haunting the secluded islands scattered throughout
the harbor. Boston Harbor brims with the restless spirits of pirates, prisoners
and victims of disease and injustice. Uncover the truth behind the Lady in
Black on Georges Island. Learn about the former asylums on Long Island that
inspired the movie Shutter Island, and dig up the skeletal secrets left behind
by the Woman in Scarlet Robes. From items flying off the shelves at a North End
cigar shop to the postmortem cries of tragedy at the centuries-old Boston Light
on Little Brewster, author Sam Baltrusis breathes new life into the horrors
that occurred in the historic waters surrounding Boston.
Book
Trailer: https://youtu.be/Fgck0JI3rcM
Introduction
to Haunted Boston Harbor
The Lady in
Black summoned me here. However, as I searched every nook and cranny of Georges
Island during a five-month gig as a historical narrator in Boston Harbor, the
ghost of Melanie Lanier—as the Lady in Black is otherwise called—refused to
reveal herself. She was playing hard to get.
“Something touched me in there, and it wasn’t
human!” screamed a girl running out of the corridor of dungeons after a field
trip to Fort Warren at Georges Island. “It was the Lady in Black,” she said
convincingly. The girl looked mortified.
This was just one of the strange events that
occurred during the summer of 2014 when I gave historical tours with Boston
Harbor Cruises and traveled on large vessels carrying passengers back and forth
to various islands in the outer harbor. I spent most afternoons during the
summer searching for a repeat experience of a shadow figure that I’d seen there
seven years before. No such luck.
I
frequently heard screams emanating from Fort Warren’s haunted ramparts.
However, it was usually one of the kids touring the dark hallway in the
southeast battery.
The location that Edward Rowe Snow said was
the Lady in Black’s haunt was in the front of the fort. It’s still accessible,
but it’s extremely dusty and dark.
In 2007, I moved back to Boston from Florida
and had a ghostly experience while touring the ramparts of Fort Warren at
Georges Island. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed an all-black shadow
figure. I looked again, and it was gone. At this point, I had never heard the
Lady in Black legend. I just intuitively knew Georges Island had some sort of
psychic residue. While researching Fort Warren’s history, my interest in
Boston’s haunted past gradually became a passion. History repeats itself, and
it was my job to uncover the truth and give a voice to those without a
voice—even though most of the stories turned out to be tales from the crypt.
Lawrence, a fellow Boston Harbor Cruises tour
guide and former park ranger, insisted that ghosts do not inhabit Georges
Island, adding that the Lady in Black legend was completely made up by
folklorist Edward Rowe Snow.
“I spent so many nights there, I would know,”
he said, as we passed Nix’s Mate en route to the mainland. “However, I would
say the island has a spirit. Some rangers say the island’s energy, or spirit,
welcomes people.”
In hindsight, I’ve decided that my encounter
on Georges in 2007 was the island’s spirit welcoming me. However, ghosts can
almost certainly be found nearby.
While several of the thirty-four islands have
paranormal activity, Boston Harbor’s Little Brewster is allegedly the most
haunted. The mysterious Boston Light, one of the five remaining Coast
Guard–manned lighthouses in America, stands eerily on the rocky, two-acre
island. It’s located behind Georges Island and can be spotted from the
ramparts, which I explored regularly during the summer of 2014. While I was
giving historical tours, the lighthouse was closed for much-needed repairs in
preparation for its three-hundred-year anniversary.
Boston Light reopened in 2015 and has once
again become a Boston Harbor hot spot.
Photographer Frank C. Grace, his father and I
took a ferry out to Little Brewster. It was a rainy, overcast day—perfect
weather for a ghostly encounter. Coincidentally, we visited hours before Boston
Light’s 299-year anniversary on September 14, 2015 and the island was buzzing
with excitement from both the living and the dead. The volunteers at the
historic lighthouse were quick to confirm that Little Brewster was indeed
haunted. “You hear ghost stories all the
time,” remarked Val, a veteran tour guide. “One day, I had climbed all the way
to the top and I heard phantom footsteps behind me and there was definitely no
one else in the lighthouse.”
Other volunteers have mentioned hearing what
sound like congo drums, possibly Native American tribal rhythms, on the island,
without a plausible explanation.
Jeremy D’Entremont, historian for the
American Lighthouse Foundation and author of The Lighthouse Handbook New
England, confirmed the ghostly legends associated with Boston Light. “Coast
Guard keepers experienced odd things and generally blamed it on ‘George,’
meaning George Worthylake, the first keeper, who drowned in 1718,” he told me.
“The Coast Guard Auxiliary Watchstanders who spend shifts there today have also
seen strange things.”
On the way back, we passed by many of the
islands I fell in love with during the summer of 2014. Nix’s Mate, the smallest
of the Harbor Islands, seemed particularly ominous. Marked by a black-and-white
beacon and completely submerged during high tide, the freakishly small island
is where pirates were kept in a crude contraption known as a gibbet cage, an
invention of the Puritans. They would showcase the pirates as sort of a
cautionary tale. While narrating Boston Harbor tours, I was pushed from my seat
by an unseen force multiple times when passing this spot. It was so intense
that I physically tied myself to my chair. One time, I was pushed so hard that
I almost fell off the top deck of the vessel.
Disgruntled ghost pirates? Yep, Boston Harbor
has them.
Of course, I had multiple encounters while
researching the various haunts featured in Haunted Boston Harbor. The most
profound was during an exploration of the USS Constitution, or Old Ironsides.
The famous vessel was scheduled to be dry-docked for a three-year hiatus. I had
seen it multiple times in all its majestic glory in Boston Harbor. It was
breathtaking to watch the three-masted frigate sail past my vessel; it brought
me to tears.
According to naval officer Wesley Bishop,
Ghost Hunters was scheduled to investigate the oldest commissioned naval vessel
still afloat. And yes, the uniformed crew did strongly believe that Old
Ironsides was, in fact, haunted. “No enemy died on board, so if there are
ghosts, they’re my fellow crew members who died long ago from battle-related
wounds or the elements,” Bishop told me. “I haven’t had an encounter, but
several of my [living] crew members have.”
Meanwhile, his fellow naval officer friend
chimed in, “There are definitely ghosts on board.”
While I was peeking into the berthing area
known as “the rack,” I swore I saw a shadow figure dart by me. Of course,
multiple reports have been made of a sailor wearing a navy blue jacket and gold
buttons. Ellen MacNeil, who has investigated the USS Constitution with her
team, SPIRITS of New England, confirmed that the vessel is paranormally active.
“Is it haunted? Oh, hell yes,” MacNeil told
Haunted Boston Harbor. Her team investigated the Constitution in 2010 over a
two-day period. “We totally freaked out the captain with our audio and video
evidence. With 308 deaths on the ship, mainly from illness not battle, the ship
is very much loved and protected by these lost souls who were playful, curious
and responsive to us being there.”
In addition to the USS Constitution, I had
an up-close-and-personal encounter with the extremely haunted Charles W.
Morgan. One sunny afternoon, the last wooden whaleship in the world cruised
past my vessel in the harbor. The Morgan is supposedly haunted by a
nineteenth-century sailor smoking a pipe. It was so surreal to experience this
ancient vessel sail by me.
I also had a few bizarre experiences on the
mainland. One sunny June afternoon, I was walking up State Street near the Old
State House. A Clydesdale-type horse—his name is Prince—was carrying two
passengers to the heart of Boston’s Revolutionary War past. The carriage driver
named Becky, a saucy brunette, was stunned when the horse stopped mid-trot,
raised his hoof as if he was spooked by an unseen force and looked in my
direction. “Whoa, it must be a ghost,” Becky said without hesitation. “It’s the
ghosts of the revolution.”
Apparently, horses are sensitives, too. If
Becky only knew.
While giving tours during the summer of 2014,
a co-worker at Boston Harbor Cruises captured an electronic voice phenomenon
while exploring Georges Island one afternoon. He spent the day with his brother
exploring the fort and captured a voice of what sounded like a man. “You can
hear breathing, and then it says something,” he told me, playing the recording
over and over.
“It sounds like it says ‘get out’ or
something similar,” I told him.
What’s even more fascinating is that the male
voice saying, “Get out” in his impromptu EVP sounded southern. Could it be a
Confederate soldier?
One year later, I ventured out to Fort Warren
and crawled through the original corridor of dungeons. I found the coffin used by
Edward Rowe Snow to retell the Lady in Black legend. It was covered in dust and
cobwebs.
A message from the vice president of the
Confederacy, Alexander Hamilton Stephens, popped into my head. His quote: “All
the genius I have lies in this.”
I laughed. It all made sense now. There is no
Lady in Black. The ghost is a Confederate soldier or possibly even the cranky
spirit of Stephens. I shivered in the beauty and the madness of the moment.
I crawled out of Fort Warren’s corridor of
dungeons armed with my latest tale from the crypt. Melanie Lanier is totally
made up. The Lady in Black is a man.
THE BAD ROOM: Residential haunts in
Malden and Somerville
By Sam Baltrusis
As the author of six
historical-based ghost books, I hear all sorts of stories about alleged
hauntings throughout New England. One of my readers, Michael Marciello, reached
out to me about a haunting from his childhood home in Malden. As a kid, he
called the off-limits haunted bedroom "the bad room.”
I got chills as he recounted tales
of his father being pinned to the bed by an unseen force and sounds—he later
described as evil and potentially demonic—echoing from a room that was
unoccupied ... at least by the living.
His mother ended
up putting a lock on the bedroom's door so he and his siblings would stay away
from the paranormally active first-floor room."It was always so
cold," he said, recalling the inexplicable temperature fluctuations in the
bad room. "We thought it was an animal," he said, claiming that he
would smell sulphur which is an indication of an evil entity.
When I posted Marciello's account
on social media, sociolgist Michelle Willms talked about her version of a
childhood bad room. "There was a room in my grandparents' house that was
the ‘wicked room.’ It was my father's old bedroom and I don't see how he ever
managed to sleep there," Willims explained. "It was always about 15
degrees colder than any other room in the house. I had a hard time even staying
in the room by myself.”
Barbara Tolstrup, a lifelong resident
of Malden and active member of the city’s historical society, interviewed me
for her monthly show Malden Square on MATV. Like most typical New Englanders,
she was initially skeptipical when we talked about the paranormal. However, she
sheepishly opened up when I asked her if she ever experienced a haunting in her
home that has been passed down several generations.
“I myself have been known to be
sitting in the den and then see something at the corner of my eye through the
double doors in the livingroom,” Tolstrup recalled. “I look again and there’s
nothing there. This happens frequently.” Tolstrup told me that guests in her
family her historic home have had similar ghostly encounters. She suspects it’s
her grandfather or great grandfather keeping an eye on the family’s decades-old
home. “It probably is a family member because the house has been in our family
for a hundred years.”
As a paranormal researcher, I
generally stay away from residential hauntings. Why? Because the phenomenon
hits a little too close to home for me. I had my own experience with a “bad
room” and it was my bedroom and office in a creepy old Victorian home on Hall
Avenue in the Boston area.
While writing my first book,
Ghosts of Boston: Haunts of the Hub in 2012, my sensitivity to what could be
the spirit realm kicked into high gear. In fact, my old home in Somerville’s
Davis Square apparently had a playful older female poltergeist with an affinity
for scissors. One night, I invited a friend over who claimed to have some sort
of psychic ability. He said that she was a seamstress and mentioned, without
hesitation, the various things she did in the house to make her presence known.
While writing the book, an unseen
force opened doors that were firmly shut. Lights mysteriously turned on and off
without provocation. According to my roommate, scissors have disappeared and
then reappeared over the years in the three-floor Gothic-decorated home. One
night while I was writing into the wee hours on the Boston Harbor Islands’ Lady
in Black myth, I noticed a gray-haired female figure wearing an old-school
white nightgown and donning fuzzy slippers dart across the first floor. I ran
downstairs and noticed that the closet door had been mysteriously opened and
the lights had been turned on while I was upstairs hacking away at my computer.
My roommate was out of town. No one else was there.
The poltergeist activity on Hall
Avenue turned inexplicably dark around Halloween of 2012.
While writing my second book,
Ghosts of Cambridge, I fled my room with a “boo!” in Somerville’s Davis Square.
It was May 2013. At this point, the ghostly incidents escalated after the
initial encounter.
While I was preparing for the
launch party for my first book at Boston’s Old South Meeting House, the
scissors sitting on the front-room table mysteriously started to spin, and one
night, during an interview with Paranormal State’s Ryan Buell’s Paranormal
Insider Radio, I heard a loud knock on my bedroom door. I quickly opened it,
but no one was there. Oddly, the phantom knocking continued throughout the
phone interview. I wasn’t afraid.
Months after I submitted the
manuscript for Ghosts of Boston, a construction crew was hired to paint the
exterior of the house. Apparently, the spirit I called “Scissor Sister” didn’t
like the ruckus outside. What was supposed to be a month-long project turned
into more than a year. The first crew of painters claimed that paint brushes
would disappear and ladders would fall. One guy, tormented by a series of
inexplicable incidents, asked me if the place was haunted. I sheepishly nodded,
and I never saw him again. After a series of freaked-out painters, scaffolding
from the top floor fell on my roommate’s car.
The gig was up. I decided to
move.
Master psychic Denise Fix picked
up on the spirit of the seamstress during our second interview. “She’s not
trying to scare you. She wants your attention,” Fix said, sitting at a table
that, oddly, was a repurposed Singer sewing machine. “She sewed for many people
and felt quite tortured a lot of the time. She was celebrated by you, and she
thanks you for that. She was released from whatever bound her there,” Fix
continued. “And it wasn’t a good thing to be bound there.”
Two weeks later, I moved out. My
last night in the house was memorable. My roommate’s exotic parrot escaped from
its cage and perched on the oven’s open flame. The bird was quickly engulfed in
flames but didn’t catch fire. The bird was unharmed. While carrying boxes down
the stairs, I slipped. I felt something hold me back as I watched the box fall
down the stairs. Glass shattered. It could have been me. I fled the haunted
house on Hall Avenue and haven’t looked back … until now.
Peter Muise, a friend and fellow
History Press author, posted about a bizarre cryptid encounter from the 1980s
on his blog New England Folklore here.
“A young woman named Karen bought
a Victorian-era house outside of Somerville's Davis Square in 1983. She liked
living there, but there were a few things that seemed a little odd. The
basement often flooded, which was annoying, but Karen suspected that something
else was going on,” Muise wrote.
“She often felt uncomfortable
near the back wall of her house, particularly on the second and third floors.
She kept her spare clothing up on the third floor but got such weird vibes that
she did not go up there at night. She had tried sleeping in the back bedroom on
the second floor, but did so only briefly because she felt uncomfortable there
as well. She felt that there was something in the room with her at night,” he continued.
Karen was featured in The Ghostly
Register by Arthur Myers."I had a feeling of a presence at night, of its
being almost like an an animal, as though it had claws or wanted to bite me,”
she recalled.
According to The Ghostly
Register, Karen and her roommate reached out to a Cambridge psychic who said
the poltergeist-like activity wasn’t a ghost … but a troll.
“The troll was apparently
connected with an underground spring that ran under the house and that caused
the basement flooding,” Muise explained. “When the house was built on top of
the spring the troll became trapped and would send its energy up along the back
wall of the house. Karen had always felt its presence in the house, but the
troll increased its activity once the roommate moved in and started to sleep
near that wall.”
The troll supposedly revealed
himself during the ritual and begged Karen to let him stay. She asked the
cryptid to leave and the troll haunting and basement flooding mysteriously
stopped.
However, did the troll have any
ties to my paranormal encounter in 2012? After reading Muise’s post, it turns
out the troll incident was literally across the street from old home on Hall
Avenue.
“I am so curious where in the
Davis Square area this happened. I lived in a Victorian near Davis Square and
had what we believed to be a poltergeist who had an affinity for scissors ...
maybe she was a troll?” I joked online. However, Muise’s response made my jaw
drop.
“According to Myers the troll
house was 35 Hall Avenue. It’s weird there is so much strange phenomena on one
street,” he responded. I gasped. My old home on Hall Avenue was a stone’s throw
to the troll incident from the 1980s.
Muise suggested that maybe the
troll just moved across the street. Or perhaps Karen was experiencing poltergeist
activity and somehow mistook it as a mythical monster. For the record, there
was a movie called Troll that came out around the time of this alleged cryptid
encounter.
Did whatever Karen and her
roommate experience in the 1980s somehow set up shop across the street? In
hindsight, I believe it did.
About
the Author:
Sam Baltrusis, author of Ghosts
of Boston, Ghosts of Salem and 13 Most Haunted in Massachusetts, is the former
editor-in-chief of several regional publications including Spare Change News,
Scout Somerville and Scout Cambridge. He has been featured as Boston's
paranormal expert on the Biography Channel's "Haunted Encounters,"
and he is also a sought-after lecturer who speaks at dozens of
paranormal-related events throughout New England.
Twitter: @LoadedGun
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