Sunday, July 29, 2012

East Coast ParaTour Part 3

Hi Everyone!

I combined the last 3 stops of my East Coast ParaTour into one.

My third stop was the Norwich Inn in Vermont which was established in 1797.

I didn't even know about this place but we were visiting my husband's sister and she suggested we stop in.  They don't mind if you walk around the place, so she gave me a tour.  They also have a printout about the paranormal activities at the inn at the front desk.  The inn is supposedly haunted by Mary Walker who died there.  She was involved with prohibition and sold bootleg alcohol in the basement (which is now a wine cellar). Can't say I ran into Mary, but think I would have rather of spoken to her then to who showed up. Again, use headphones!!!

We went to the library and got several responses. 
Voices. Almost sounds like they say Las Vegas at the end. Voices.  Here's a response. Not sure what he is saying though. Male.

Then it starts getting weird. I ask if a female is there and a male (who doesn't sound pleased), says I don't know. DontKnow. Then, he says, the master will kill you. We're talking so he does say something else faint after that. But, wow! Master.  We then go downstairs to the wine cellar. It sounds like he says prepare our place - yes (then a weird voice noise - come), I am the light. Light. You know, sometimes you listen to things back and you're like what the heck and this is one of those times.

This one isn't as clear. Think he says there's no light in here. Male.  If I'm right about what is being said next, then it's disturbing. In the beginning I can hear part of it (back in the) but then I say something and it sounds like the voices says, he raped me. Voice.  Wasn't sure if I should even post it. If someone younger is listening to these. Don't let me listen to the next one. I did have someone else listen and they heard the same thing I did. Male.  I feel like I'm listening to such a sick convo. Rape is mentioned again. Males.
Another voice, I can only make out the word okay. Male2. Male3.Male4.Male5. Here he says don't know towards the end. Male6. Voices. Voices2.

I don't think I've ever felt like I wanted to cleanse after listening to evps before. I'm not sure what to say about all of these. It's creepy and not sure I'd want to go back there.

Next stop:  Salem

Boy, I can't even tell you how disappointed I was in Salem.  It's beyond commercial, everything closes early and opens late (around noon).  The old bed and breakfast we stayed at smelled so bad. Seriously, I didn't even want to breathe in there.  So, I had a horrible nights sleep.  But, was so glad to get out of there. I did get a few voices in the room (I think one said I'm telling you to leave me alone).  But, they weren't the best quality. We went to the graveyard late at night and the next day. For the first time ever, I didn't get any evp's in a graveyard.  Wouldn't recommend Salem at all.

Next stop: Lizzie Borden's House

 I really wish we had sucked it up and driven down to Lizzie’s house and stayed there.  Even my husband felt a real heaviness upon walking in.  For those of you who aren’t family with this story.  On August 4, 1892, Andrew Jackson Borden & his wife (Lizzie’s stepmother Abby Borden) were brutally murdered while Lizzie was home.  She also had an older sister named Emma.  The father was struck 10 to 11 times with an axe while he sat on the couch.  The mother was killed prior to the father in another part of the house.  She received 19 blows to the head.  Nothing was taken in the house.  Lizzie was arrested but later acquitted.  She changed her story numerous times, and upon visiting the house, there is no way that someone could be chopping up her stepmother right above her while she was ironing her handkerchiefs and her not hear it.  She also burnt her dress in front of someone possibly burning the evidence of what she was wearing.  The day before, Lizzie actually went to a store in town to purchase some rather lethal poison (but they wouldn’t sell it without a doctor’s note). She had the dream team for attorneys and they got her off.  But, there is still a lot of controversy over it to this day.  She was shunned by the town and purchased another house near by.   
It’s definitely a fascinating story and if you are in the area and can spend the night, put on your depends, and do so! The tour guide was great and we got lucky and there were only 4 other people with us.  Before I post the evps, here is the incredible photo I got in the father's bedroom.

I darkened it a bit to try to see more definition.  I had hung back in his bedroom and hastily shot a few pictures.  When I looked through my camera, I was shocked to see a light on the backboard of his bed, and when I blew it up, I could see a face.  Some people see a face straight on and then a profile.  You do have to keep in mind there is a matrix in the wood. But, I think that's easy to distinguish.

I did get a few whispers while she was telling stories.  And I was watching people and no one was talking.  My husband and I were discussing how we felt in the house in between moving to another room.  It sounds like a man says help me or please at the end.  
Male. So, the tour guide is talking about Bridget, the maid and right before she she starts talking again, it sounds like someone says, killer ok kill her. Killer. It's so hard cause people are talking. But, does sound like a female responding. Female. This is the last thing I got. It's hard to hear because people are talking on the porch. But, you can definitely hear some responses. On top of the motorcycles, it sounds like Love this house is whispered. After I say I can feel you. I know you're here. A female voice responds. Sounds like feed me (I'm in the kitchen). Another part really sounds like a male sales do not call them, again (this is after I ask for a name) Voices. I so wish it was quiet and I could have gotten some great evps. We then ventured to the grave yard where Lizzie (Lizbeth on her gravestone) was buried.  We were in the wrong place at first but then found her and the family.  It's funny cause right before I got back in the car (before we found the right grave), I got this evp saying, it's the next one. Voice.

I got several other people talking but it's hard cause of the wind. One sounds like they says Listen to me. While I was looking at my camera, I caught some movement about 20 yards in front of me. I saw a shadow (looked weird like a cutout shape but brown) and it darted from one gravestone to another. I did yell, who's there I saw you move. But, I didn't get a response. We had a long ride home, so we didn't stay long. We logged over 2300 miles driving time on that trip. I will definitely go back to see the Borden's. Here is the photobucket link for Lizzie  HERE

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