Brattleboro, Vermont Ghost Pictures
This happened in Brattleboro, Vermont in late August 2006. I have a friend who's been metal detecting for over 20 years. Together, we formed Relic Recovery, a team of metal detectors dedicated to assisting individuals and businesses with their metal detecting needs. Several years ago, he had shown me some interesting artifacts he discovered. Many of the items of were found on an estate in southern Vermont that dated back to the revolutionary war. One day during the late afternoon, we had the idea to lay out the stuff on a white blanket on top of a patio table and take a picture. Both of us are very interested in history, and this expresses itself in his propensity for metal detecting and my interest in the paranormal. On a late August night around 11 pm, my friend and I were standing around a campfire in his backyard. I had wanted to visit the estate where he discovered most of the artifacts because he told me about being 'helped along' by a ghost when he was metal detecting. This took the form of a helpful hand on his back. ''No way, you've been touched? '' I said, a little too exuberantly. ''Oh yeah. '' He continued ''it was like I was walking in a line of people. I paused a moment, and felt a hand on my back, like it was encouraging me to keep moving. '' My friend is not scared of ghosts, but he is very leery. Of course, he is wise to be cautious.
When you have seen full-bodied apparitions that have spoken to you, ended up in a line of ghostly revolutionary war soldiers, have been metal detecting, found a ring still attached to skeletal hand and arm, and then re-bury it (ring intact) he had every right to be wary. So, after nagging him for about a year, he finally indulged me. We hiked down the road and crept up on the big estate during the full moon. We stuck to the shadows as we edged up to the well-manicured lawn and looked toward the house. It was an old New England estate that even had a photograph of some Civil War soldiers standing outside the residence hanging in a frame above the fireplace. I had kept telling my friend that I wanted to run up and look in the large bay window looking in on the living room. He said that he did not think that was a good idea.
My friend had permission to be on the property to metal detect whenever he wanted, and we were not worried about the police arresting us for trespassing as both of us are the trust-worthy sort. The house was not abandoned by any stretch of the imagination, though we knew no one was there at the time. Well-taken care of by a caretaker, it was an excellent example of an old New England salt box, with an old red barn on the property. Considering the historical nature of the location and with all the artifacts that had been discovered the place was something we definitely treated with respect. We had crept to the edge of a lilac bush next to a big tree across an expanse of lawn from the window that I planned to look in. Being a fledgling paranormal investigator at the time, I had a vague realization that this was not really how you should do that sort of thing, and was not prepared in the least.
With this thought in my brain, I made a break for the house. I ran to the northwest corner and hid in the shadow of a large shrub from which I could inch my way up and peek in the picture window. I moved forward very slowly. The sound of the crickets and other insects was very loud. I got to the edge of the window and put my hand on the frame, pulling myself forward, just wanting to gain enough of an angle where I could see the picture hanging above the mantle. Suddenly, there was a knock on the front door. Two solid knocks and I paused. I had the distinct feeling that looking inside the house was not such a good idea. I turned and ran back toward the tree across the open yard to where my friend was standing. At the same time I saw a shadow rush out from the door to the barn which was closed. At the same time, my friend swears he saw a farmer in overalls moving quickly from the barn toward the house with something like a shovel or axe handle in his hand.
By the time I had made it to my friend's location, the apparition had disappeared. We stood underneath the tree trying to comprehend what had just happened. ''What the hell did you do? '' he asked. I had no answer to his question. We crept slowly along the edge of the shadows to the road, then we walked home. Something I have learned is to respect the paranormal. And intent is everything. If we had not been sneaking around like we were, perhaps we would have had a completely different experience. My feeling is that we stirred something up, and it reacted to us. Whatever it was, it was not messing around. Instead it appeared to be protecting the location, ensuring that the property was safe from two people who had not made their intent clear. In all my years of investigating paranormal activity, this remains one of the strangest and most unsettling experiences I have had. It is not one I intend to repeat. Now, I go in with an open mind and announce my intentions, ensuring that whatever spirits I encounter do not misconstrue my curiosity for something else.
- Ghost picture submitted by Bobby
Comment by Keith:
I was the person that was with Rob that night. Yes it's the truth! We know what we saw! I revisited that same property last August. With the help of old Brattleboro maps I found a doll/club house. I hunted it at night.
As I was walking out with no light I lost my direction. I then got a tingle in my body and a hand pushed me to were I needed to be. This the second time. I am not afraid anymore.
Comment by Keith:
I was told at a very young age to believe and not be afraid. I never do anything to search them out. Leave them alone!!.
Comment by Tiffany:
Where in Brattleboro?.
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