(no subject)
anyone know any stories about windstar farms in sandwich/forestdale? (the abandoned farm in forestdale, off of snake pond road)
warmer weather
... so yeah.. when the weathers warmer we need to go find us some ghost-es
East Sandwich Grange Hall
... County Road
near the 6a sandwich post office
= Haunted
Rawk Rock On?
ok.. peace out gs-
let me know if your interested in joining me.. in the warmer type time
East Sandwich Grange Hall
... County Road
near the 6a sandwich post office
= Haunted
Rawk Rock On?
ok.. peace out gs-
let me know if your interested in joining me.. in the warmer type time
-
-
drained
-
Cape Cod Paranormal
Hey Guys
I went to school with Marisa.. now a few of my friends and I have formed a paranormal research group called Cape Cod Paranormal.
We would love to hear from anyone who would like to join and/or has or knows of a haunted place we could investigate.
Our email is capeghosts@gmail.com
The cape is full of history.. which often translates to being full of hauntings as well.
See ya guys
-Matt N
I went to school with Marisa.. now a few of my friends and I have formed a paranormal research group called Cape Cod Paranormal.
We would love to hear from anyone who would like to join and/or has or knows of a haunted place we could investigate.
Our email is capeghosts@gmail.com
The cape is full of history.. which often translates to being full of hauntings as well.
See ya guys
-Matt N
-
-
scared
-
Sears Cemetery
I took these last fall in the Sears cemetery off of 6A in Dennis. No guest appearances by ghosties, alas. In fact, the only time I've felt at all uneasy down there was last winter in broad daylight. I was alone. It was just after Christmas and everything was frozen. I got to the gate and thought, "I've sat on these steps and drank beers at 3 am, and NOW I'm nervous?" After the theatrical moan of the iron gate announced my arrival I felt, as they say, like I was being watched. I high-tailed it back to the car (lost one of my Frida Kahlo hair clips in the process) and drove away feeling awfully silly, but glad to be... not there anymore. Anyway, if you haven't been there, you should definitely check it out. I can't guarantee any spooky goings-on, but the headstones are cool enough to make the trip worthwhile.
( more pics...Collapse )
-
-
my toes are cold
-
An Old Fashioned Ghost Story
Gather 'round this here fire, kids, the winter winds are cold here. They call to my mind the specters that surround the living and lead me to this request:
Share with me your favorite Cape Cod ghost story!
To be fair, I suppose I'll go first.
My grandmother grew up in South Dennis. The old homestead still sits on a hill overlooking Centre Street and it is there that our story takes place. Behind the house were woods and a footpath that served as a shortcut to town and connected their backyard to the home of my grandmother's aunt, Etta.
Etta and my great-grandmother, Madeline, were the closest of sisters, more often than not acting as a single unit taking turns at one woman's house or the other, keeping each other company through the daily tasks of pre WWII housewifery. The women suffered no great hardship at the onset of the Great Depression- that is to say, they were used to it. They came from a poor Irish family descended from my oldest Cape Cod ancestor, one David O'Gellia who paid for his passage to the new world in the last decade of the 17th century with indentured servitude. Two hundred and some odd years later, the family's status had improved only slightly. My own grandmother, in fact, had not the luxury of telephone, electricity or indoor plumbing until she married my grandfather.
One night during the fall of 1934 or '35 (there is some question about this, I must do some extra-familial research) my great-grandmother sat in the living room with her husband. Their day's work done, they waited for their eldest child, Zenith, to return from town while my grandmother and her sisters were upstairs, presumably asleep. Sitting on the couch next to her husband, Madeline amused herself with a feminine pastime that was passed down through the generations all the way my own fingers; she was knitting while her husband poured over the newspaper. He was in the middle of reading aloud an article of particular interest when his wife put up her hand in a gesture of silence.
"Something at the window," she said and made her way across the room with the kerosene lamp.
"Just an animal, Madeline."
She saw nothing peculiar and, satisfied with her husband's explanation, returned to the couch and her knitting. Edward Taylor gave his wife an I-told-you-so sigh as he rustled the paper and began to read again where the interruption had stopped him. He'd read no more than a paragraph when the sound at the window was repeated, this time loud enough to alarm both husband and wife. They stood up and the noise increased. Someone was pounding on the window. What they found on the other side was Etta, barely visible in the glow of the lantern but obviously distressed.
"Maddy, led me in!" (and variations thereof) was all she said, over and over.
Edward asked if she'd been hurt (she was standing and moving without any tell-tale signs of injury) while Madeline stood by the glass, staring as though dazed. Etta wasn't responding to Edwards questions, though she must have been able to hear them as they could very clearly hear her begging her sister to open the door. Half a moment later Madeline came back to herself and flew for the kitchen. Her husband followed.
In Dennis, Massachusetts, in the 1930s, there was no cause for a locked door. My grandmother doesn't recall there ever even being a lock on the door in all the time they lived there, rendering Etta's pleas all the more bizarre, but Madeline didn't stop at the door when her sister didn't meet her. She flew into the yard where her sister had been and found no trace of Etta in the moonlight. Her husband joined her a moment later with the lamp and they circled the house, searching the from the road to the edge of the forest.
Edward Taylor was frustrated and his wife hysterical. He assured her that her "fool sister" was just trying to have a good time with them. Surely she hadn't been hurt. If she'd been pursued by someone or something, the door would have been her first thought. If she HAD been hurt, too hurt to get herself to the door, she couldn't have made it out of the yard in the few seconds it took for Madeline to get outside. She would not be soothed by her husbands logic. She wanted to see for herself that Etta was safely home. Edward reasoned that it was awfully late and that if Etta was "off gallivanting" the last thing they wanted was to alarm her husband- she was probably giggling herself silly on the edge of that dark forest.
Madeline thought a moment and made for the path. She stopped abruptly at the mouth of the trail where a dark form could be seen approaching. She retreated to where her husband was standing and together they padded silently to the path. The figure was still coming, but slowly.
"Hey there!" Edward boomed.
"Etta?" his wife ventured, shrilly.
Loud laughter and then she shadow emerged. "Ma, Dad? What's doin'? Tryin'a scare me to death?" It was Zenith, returned from town. Even Madeline had to laugh.
They asked if he'd met his aunt on the path. He hadn't. Madeline insisted that someone should run over to Etta's. Edward pointed out the impossibility of Etta being at home if Zenith hadn't met her on the path. If she'd taken the road, she'd be a while walking. In a rare moment of blatently contradicting her husband, Madeline asked her son to accompany her went inside to get her coat.
When they reached her house they knocked lightly so as not to wake Etta's children. The door was opened presently by her concerned looking husband. He didn't know where Etta was. He'd assumed he was at her sisters house and he'd just been thinking about dropping by to get her. It was getting quite late. When he heard Madeline's story he asked her to come in and stay with his boys who were still very young. Zenith and he were going out to find Etta. Edward joined the search party and, having no luck, alerted the authorities just before dawn. Neither they nor the morning light could find any trace of my great-great aunt Etta. Larger search partier were sent out in the days following and, even when they'd begun to look for remains, found nothing. No one ever saw or heard from her again.
To this day, Etta's disappearance cannot been explained. The circumstances of the last time she was seen (and the fact that I was first told this story at age 8 after watching Hush Hush Swett Charlotte for the first time) led to many a sleepless night, hiding under covers and occasionally venturing a quick peek at the window to convince myself there were no ghostly ancestors on the other side. I was particularly disturbed by the added detail that my great-great-grandmother (Etta's mother) set an extra place every Christmas until the day she died- in case Etta came back. I've often wondered if they'll someday build a road between those houses and come upon poor Auntie Etta...
(My apologies if that was terribly dry- my grandmother tells it better.)
Now post your favorite! Now!
Share with me your favorite Cape Cod ghost story!
To be fair, I suppose I'll go first.
My grandmother grew up in South Dennis. The old homestead still sits on a hill overlooking Centre Street and it is there that our story takes place. Behind the house were woods and a footpath that served as a shortcut to town and connected their backyard to the home of my grandmother's aunt, Etta.
Etta and my great-grandmother, Madeline, were the closest of sisters, more often than not acting as a single unit taking turns at one woman's house or the other, keeping each other company through the daily tasks of pre WWII housewifery. The women suffered no great hardship at the onset of the Great Depression- that is to say, they were used to it. They came from a poor Irish family descended from my oldest Cape Cod ancestor, one David O'Gellia who paid for his passage to the new world in the last decade of the 17th century with indentured servitude. Two hundred and some odd years later, the family's status had improved only slightly. My own grandmother, in fact, had not the luxury of telephone, electricity or indoor plumbing until she married my grandfather.
One night during the fall of 1934 or '35 (there is some question about this, I must do some extra-familial research) my great-grandmother sat in the living room with her husband. Their day's work done, they waited for their eldest child, Zenith, to return from town while my grandmother and her sisters were upstairs, presumably asleep. Sitting on the couch next to her husband, Madeline amused herself with a feminine pastime that was passed down through the generations all the way my own fingers; she was knitting while her husband poured over the newspaper. He was in the middle of reading aloud an article of particular interest when his wife put up her hand in a gesture of silence.
"Something at the window," she said and made her way across the room with the kerosene lamp.
"Just an animal, Madeline."
She saw nothing peculiar and, satisfied with her husband's explanation, returned to the couch and her knitting. Edward Taylor gave his wife an I-told-you-so sigh as he rustled the paper and began to read again where the interruption had stopped him. He'd read no more than a paragraph when the sound at the window was repeated, this time loud enough to alarm both husband and wife. They stood up and the noise increased. Someone was pounding on the window. What they found on the other side was Etta, barely visible in the glow of the lantern but obviously distressed.
"Maddy, led me in!" (and variations thereof) was all she said, over and over.
Edward asked if she'd been hurt (she was standing and moving without any tell-tale signs of injury) while Madeline stood by the glass, staring as though dazed. Etta wasn't responding to Edwards questions, though she must have been able to hear them as they could very clearly hear her begging her sister to open the door. Half a moment later Madeline came back to herself and flew for the kitchen. Her husband followed.
In Dennis, Massachusetts, in the 1930s, there was no cause for a locked door. My grandmother doesn't recall there ever even being a lock on the door in all the time they lived there, rendering Etta's pleas all the more bizarre, but Madeline didn't stop at the door when her sister didn't meet her. She flew into the yard where her sister had been and found no trace of Etta in the moonlight. Her husband joined her a moment later with the lamp and they circled the house, searching the from the road to the edge of the forest.
Edward Taylor was frustrated and his wife hysterical. He assured her that her "fool sister" was just trying to have a good time with them. Surely she hadn't been hurt. If she'd been pursued by someone or something, the door would have been her first thought. If she HAD been hurt, too hurt to get herself to the door, she couldn't have made it out of the yard in the few seconds it took for Madeline to get outside. She would not be soothed by her husbands logic. She wanted to see for herself that Etta was safely home. Edward reasoned that it was awfully late and that if Etta was "off gallivanting" the last thing they wanted was to alarm her husband- she was probably giggling herself silly on the edge of that dark forest.
Madeline thought a moment and made for the path. She stopped abruptly at the mouth of the trail where a dark form could be seen approaching. She retreated to where her husband was standing and together they padded silently to the path. The figure was still coming, but slowly.
"Hey there!" Edward boomed.
"Etta?" his wife ventured, shrilly.
Loud laughter and then she shadow emerged. "Ma, Dad? What's doin'? Tryin'a scare me to death?" It was Zenith, returned from town. Even Madeline had to laugh.
They asked if he'd met his aunt on the path. He hadn't. Madeline insisted that someone should run over to Etta's. Edward pointed out the impossibility of Etta being at home if Zenith hadn't met her on the path. If she'd taken the road, she'd be a while walking. In a rare moment of blatently contradicting her husband, Madeline asked her son to accompany her went inside to get her coat.
When they reached her house they knocked lightly so as not to wake Etta's children. The door was opened presently by her concerned looking husband. He didn't know where Etta was. He'd assumed he was at her sisters house and he'd just been thinking about dropping by to get her. It was getting quite late. When he heard Madeline's story he asked her to come in and stay with his boys who were still very young. Zenith and he were going out to find Etta. Edward joined the search party and, having no luck, alerted the authorities just before dawn. Neither they nor the morning light could find any trace of my great-great aunt Etta. Larger search partier were sent out in the days following and, even when they'd begun to look for remains, found nothing. No one ever saw or heard from her again.
To this day, Etta's disappearance cannot been explained. The circumstances of the last time she was seen (and the fact that I was first told this story at age 8 after watching Hush Hush Swett Charlotte for the first time) led to many a sleepless night, hiding under covers and occasionally venturing a quick peek at the window to convince myself there were no ghostly ancestors on the other side. I was particularly disturbed by the added detail that my great-great-grandmother (Etta's mother) set an extra place every Christmas until the day she died- in case Etta came back. I've often wondered if they'll someday build a road between those houses and come upon poor Auntie Etta...
(My apologies if that was terribly dry- my grandmother tells it better.)
Now post your favorite! Now!
-
- cold
-
SPIDERGATES
hey all :)
I want to go to spidergates again (as this time of the year, theres not going to be snow-i kinda wanna find some keys that were lost in the area as well possibly)
I Know EXACTLY where the gates are, and i cant wait to go again.. You will all think it would be awesome to go at night for fear sake.. but.. to be honest.. we are better off going in daylight.. and in a larger group.
I have been to spidergates twice.. well.. Once and we almost made it twice..
Feb 15th (a sunday) 2004 was the first trip we made out there
it was myself, Todd (Ferreira, my bf at the time), Dave (Kelliher) his girlfriend Allison and our friend Heather "speaker face" Harmon aka
free2beaslave.It was FREEEEZING and it was 2 hours away (leaving from Abington, MA).. We drove in a tiny car.. but we made it..
we made many stops on the way (stalling possibly?) .. The only one that thought to bring anything was myself..
before we left i went into my car and grabbed
1 flashlight.
a head lamp.
a salt shaker (dont even ask why thats in the car)
and 2 religious crosses.
hah..
While driving the question about flashlights was brought up.. (thinking i was a pussy i didnt mention them before we left as it wasnt that dark yet and i didnt really know where the place was)
we stopped at a wallgreens in Warchester and got flashlights and dental floss.. Later up the road we stopped and got beef jurkey *shrug*
finally we made it the the area we wanted.. werent sure where exactly it was because no one really ever wnats to give the location.. anyways.. we got out and walked many different paths in the freeeeeeezing cold.. Heahter and I later in the night both stayed in the car, as I didnt have a jacket and i was wearing pants that werent very thick ( it was valentines day weekend, i was in a hury on my way off cape and left all my clothes at home, i had to stop at the hanover mall to go to old navy and get pjs and underwear on the way home- to t's-) .
anywho!
we all decided that it was a bust and we would look again on a warmer evening.. because well.. it was real late.
when we got home Todd and I went straight to bed while Heather, Dave and Allison drove back to UMASS Dartmouth for classes the next morning..
Todd was gone when i woke up and i finally crawled out of bed, and went back to the cape.. On my way back to the cape i get this frantic call from TJ.. "MY KEYS!" Im like... what? . Aparently.. he lost his keys.. yea.. awesome.. they werent at home, and they werent in his car.. he asked me to check around for them.. so.. thats what i did.
I called heather whom checked EVERY Inch of her car.. no keys there.. I called the wallgreens, i called the gas station, and i called this mc donalds we stopped at.. No keys anywhere..
SUCKS ASS.. his house key, keys to my car, his, his mothers and paul (his mothers fiance)'s cars were all on there on top of that.. the work van and the office itself.. awesome job..
No keys..
He and bobby decided to go back to spidergates that night at 12 ish to look for the keys.. I convinced him finally not to go... good thing to because we had a MAJOR storm that night.
About a week after that we finally went back to spidergates.. THis time it was just Todd, Dave and I.
We took my passport, swong by dartmouth, grabbed dave and booked.. it was awesome.. we were prepaired for everything as i .. have ..everything.. in the world in my car.
We did well for time and did well on gas till we got to Leister, MA (home town of the gates).. My gas gauge went from almost full to.. my Idiot light was on and we damn near had to push it to a gas station.
so there we are.. listening to beck.. drivin.. goin to the woods.. and yes.. i said beck.
we were stoned.. and the last track "ended" on mello gold. for those of you that listen to mellow gold.. the last track doesnt end till 12 min into the song.. we forgot.. and RIGHT as we got to the woods.. that song started again.. we all screamed it was funny.. like ..really funny..
so.. we locked the doors and kept driving..
we stopped by all the wrong places we had already visited and looked for the keys.. no keys.. finally we lost hope and were just going to look for the keys..
Im going to add now before i forget, that it was a pretty nice day, a little drizzle but realitivly warm all day.
So i remember hey, that first night we pulled over across from the airport to ask for directions from this car that was parked there all night (yea, stupid it was to talk to them) so.. todd pulls my assport off the side of the road.. we go look for the keys.. no keys..
try to pull off the road again and OH my car is stuck.. and the 4wheel drive wont ingage..
sweet..
todd and dave try to push it out..
and WHAT? SNOW.. HEAVY HEAVY HEAVY snow.. like a mother fucker.
yea.. out of the blue.. and then what .. about after 10 mins of pushing..
a cop drives by.. (in the middle of nowhere)
Pulls over..
Cop - hey
us= hi
cop= yall need some help
me= YES
cop= if you have a tow rope i can help
me= *goes to get the tow rope....*
cop= where yall from
me= Im from cape cod, they live in abington
cop = oh cool, im from Dennis
me = *wtf..*
cop attaches car to car and pulls us out we begin talking again
cop- you all are a long way from home whatcha doin ... lookin for the gates?
me- no we were looking for his .. *todd inturupts not thinkin about they arent suposed to be visited at night*
todd= yeah.. we cant find em tho
cop= oh well. your not suposed to go at night but they are right down that blocked off road your were stuck infront of.. they are about as far away as um however long a football filed is.. or so.. yeah, if ya wanna go down there im not going to stop you.. but.. be careful
us= wow cool thanks..
me= careful?
cop = yea .. your not suposed to go at night because its private property but i dont suggest it because theres been problems with people hiding down there at night and jumping out and attacking people.
me = oh great
*cop leaves snow continues heavily *
Todd, and dave start waliking toward path..
i wanna leave, heavy snow.. sketchy guy.. wahtever.. bad night ..
we make it to the gates at last , no thanks to todd as he walked infront of us the whole time so dave held my hand while we walked (sorry allison)
we got in the graveyard and the snow got significantly deeper.. it was real dark.. and it was cool looking .. but .. i would like to go in the daylight because it seems to me people are more likely to jump out of the caves and shit at night.. personal safty issue..
alright all..
id like to do this on a saturday sometime.. and not this weekend. .like .. but a definat planned road trip to be had before the end of october.. Id also like to bring with me, Dave, Heather and allison.Just because.. were old pros.. id invite todd too but.. i dont wanna meet his new gf quite yet.. hehe
anyways all.. think it over.. sorry if ya sat thru that whole odd post.. but we had a blast. and we never found those keys..
(no subject)
Yet another visit to the mad world of Bob's Woods. Interested parties (read: insomniacs) should convene in the Cotuit Road Parking lot. Directions for y'all- Coming from the Hyannis area, take Rt. 6. Get off at exit 3. Take a right onto Quaker Meeting House Rd. Follow several miles until you reach a stoplight. Take a left onto Cotuit Rd. After a few miles you'll see a cranberry bog on your right. The parking lot is a few yards after the bog. At one time there was a big brown sign reading RYDER CONSERVATION but it was knocked down last winter and I don't know if they put it back up. Anyway, immediately after the parking lot there is a small cemetery so if you see that you've gone a bit too far and you should turn around. Perhaps I will see you there. |
(no subject)
I love Bob.
Yes children, I have joined. Now bring on the Dead people.
Yes children, I have joined. Now bring on the Dead people.
(no subject)
hey all i just joined. havent had nearly as much fun this summer as i should be...let us remedy that!
now, you may have this covered in "cemeteries" but i think the "Necropolis" deserves its own interest slot :P
that is the creepiest ManHunt cemetery ever. the huge cemetery off of south street? i loves it.
now, you may have this covered in "cemeteries" but i think the "Necropolis" deserves its own interest slot :P
that is the creepiest ManHunt cemetery ever. the huge cemetery off of south street? i loves it.
(no subject)
There's a great book called Haunted Cape Cod & the Islands written by Mark Jasper that you should check out. It's got all sortsa stuff in there.
Oh, and you should add the Barnstable House to the interests list. :)
Oh, and you should add the Barnstable House to the interests list. :)