The Vampire Ghosts of New England.

Have you ever heard the tale of Mercy Brown…

Mery Brown Exeter, RI vampire

In the late 1700s and through the late 1800’-s, many people in New England believed in vampires. So strong was this idea that several people were exhumed by their loving relatives and “killed” again, because they were thought to have turned into the un-dead. Today there are people who believe that the ghosts of these alleged vampires now haunt the cemeteries they were buried in. And they say they have proof!

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Throwback Thursday: “The Ghosts Of The Borden House”

LIZZIE BORDEN TOOK AN AXE…

Borden house

On Thursday, August 4, 1892, 92 Second Street in Fall River, Massachusetts became known worldwide as the place where Andrew Borden and his second wife, Abby Durfee Gray Borden, were brutally murdered.  Andrew’s youngest daughter, Lizzie Borden, quickly became the sole suspect.  Lizzie was tried and eventually found not guilty. She spent the rest of her life living in a beautifully appointed home in a fashionable neighborhood of the city.

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Paranormal Investigator Tim Weisberg talks about the trend of using phone apps for Ghost-Hting.

Ghost Apps: Just How Useful Are They?

GhostHuntingTools

The field of paranormal investigation has seen some amazing advances in equipment over the last few years. Not so long ago, an investigator’s tool kit might contain nothing more than an analog tape recorder, a camera, a notebook and some pens.

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The Ghosts Of The Borden House

LIZZIE BORDEN TOOK AN AXE…

Borden house

On Thursday, August 4, 1892, 92 Second Street in Fall River, Massachusetts became known worldwide as the place where Andrew Borden and his second wife, Abby Durfee Gray Borden, were brutally murdered.  Andrew’s youngest daughter, Lizzie Borden, quickly became the sole suspect.  Lizzie was tried and eventually found not guilty. She spent the rest of her life living in a beautifully appointed home in a fashionable neighborhood of the city.

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