Small Town Massachusetts

Location: New Boston Inn; New Boston, Massachusetts

Date: July 12-13, 2006

This one came about through watching Ghost Hunters as well. It gave them something to think about, and the beautiful inn from the 1700s did that for us as well. According to the owner, Barbara Colorio, the entire upstairs guest area is the real hotspot, most likely because a young bride named Harriet was brutally murdered there in the ballroom on her wedding night. Now she likes to move things around and turn the music boxes on and off.

We got a taste of some of that ourselves. We got high-energy readings from our rods all over, and while investigating one of the “most active” rooms, number 7, we got a very strange picture of a feather or quill shaped light on the back wall. We tried everything imaginable to recreate the light, but with no luck. The odd part about it was that only a minute or so after I took that picture, we all noticed that the power cord under the window was moving as though something kept brushing past it.

The most interesting thing that happened was found the next morning. Sometime after my dad got up and went downstairs the door to room 6 mysteriously slammed. This wouldn’t seem as odd if it hadn’t been tightly wedged open by my mom the night before. She placed the triangle-shaped wedge under the door tightly with the fat end out towards the hallway. The next morning my dad went down the hall and everything was fine, every door opened except the one to the storage closet. A couple of hours later my mom and I walked down the hall and the door to room 6 was almost completely closed. I remembered the wedge, so I looked around for it- it was placed neatly behind the door in the corner. If someone had pushed the door shut, the wedge would have gone out into the hallway because of the way it was placed; that means someone actually took the wedge out by hand and placed it back in the room. Then they must have slammed the door in order to make it pop back open a couple of inches.  We told the innkeeper and she said that she had in fact heard that door (which is right above her room) slam that morning.

Also, when we were walking back down the hallway I found one of the many stuffed dolls sitting on the floor behind one of the chairs. The night before, every doll had been properly positioned in its rightful chair.

Nothing was caught on tape, but someone other than our family must have been upstairs that morning, and it wasn’t the innkeeper.

Hayley.