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Maine State PrisonThomaston, MaineIn 1824, in Thomaston, Maine…

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Maine State PrisonThomaston, MaineIn 1824, in Thomaston, Maine…

Maine State Prison
Thomaston, Maine

In 1824, in Thomaston, Maine the Maine State Prison was established. The purpose behind the facility was for prisoners to serve out life sentences doing hard labor. In other cases, prisoners served hard labor for shorter periods. Men and women alike served time at the Maine State Prison. Eventually women were moved from the facility. During its history the facility was devastated by fires multiple and rebuilt. The prison also had sections for mental health and a segregation unit.

In the many years the Maine State Prison has been in use there have been reports of sightings from guards and prisoners alike. Guards have made claims of someone watching them when there was no one around. Others have stated they have seen the spirits of former prisoners at night when the prison is at its most quiet. Many believe some of the hauntings are a direct result of equipment from an old prison on Thomaston being moved to, and used at, Maine State Prison.

Source: My Haunted Salem


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Black AggieWhen Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded…

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Black AggieWhen Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded…

Black Aggie

When Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded bronze statue of a grieving angel, seated on a pedestal, in the Agnus family plot in the Druid Ridge Cemetery, he had no idea what he had started. The statue was a rather eerie figure by day, frozen in a moment of grief and terrible pain. At night, the figure was almost unbelievably creepy; the shroud over its head obscuring the face until you were up close to it. There was a living air about the grieving angel, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren’t careful.

It didn’t take long for rumors to sweep through the town and surrounding countryside. They said that the statue – nicknamed Black Aggie – was haunted by the spirit of a mistreated wife who lay beneath her feet. The statue’s eyes would glow red at the stroke of midnight, and any living person who returned the statues gaze would instantly be struck blind. Any pregnant woman who passed through her shadow would miscarry. If you sat on her lap at night, the statue would come to life and crush you to death in her dark embrace. If you spoke Black Aggie’s name three times at midnight in front of a dark mirror, the evil angel would appear and pull you down to hell. They also said that spirits of the dead would rise from their graves on dark nights to gather around the statue at night.

People began visiting the cemetery just to see the statue, and it was then that the local fraternity decided to make the statue of Grief part of their initiation rites. “Black Aggie” sitting, where candidates for membership had to spend the night crouched beneath the statue with their backs to the grave of General Agnus, became popular.

One dark night, two fraternity members accompanied new hopeful to the cemetery and watched while he took his place underneath the creepy statue. The clouds had obscured the moon that night, and the whole area surrounding the dark statue was filled with a sense of anger and malice. It felt as if a storm were brewing in that part of the cemetery, and to their chagrin, the two fraternity members noticed that gray shadows seemed to be clustering around the body of the frightened fraternity candidate crouching in front of the statue.

What had been a funny initiation rite suddenly took on an air of danger. One of the fraternity brothers stepped forward in alarm to call out to the initiate. As he did, the statue above the boy stirred ominously. The two fraternity brothers froze in shock as the shrouded head turned toward the new candidate. They saw the gleam of glowing red eyes beneath the concealing hood as the statue’s arms reached out toward the cowering boy.

With shouts of alarm, the fraternity brothers leapt forward to rescue the new initiate. But it was too late. The initiate gave one horrified yell, and then his body disappeared into the embrace of the dark angel. The fraternity brothers skidded to a halt as the statue thoughtfully rested its glowing eyes upon them. With gasps of terror, the boys fled from the cemetery before the statue could grab them too.

Hearing the screams, a night watchman hurried to the Agnus plot. To his chagrin, he discovered the body of a young man lying at the foot of the statue. The young man had apparently died of fright.

The disruption caused by the statue grew so acute that the Agnus family finally donated it to the Smithsonian museum in Washington D.C.. The grieving angel sat for many years in storage there, never again to plague the citizens visiting the Druid Hill Park Cemetery.

Source: My Haunted Salem


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ghostquest-usa: Hey everyone! How’s your week going? I’m hoping…

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ghostquest-usa: Hey everyone! How’s your week going? I’m hoping…

ghostquest-usa:

Hey everyone! How’s your week going? I’m hoping to finish up the next #creepy video for my new #YouTube series, “Top 5 #American #Monsters” later today! Have you guys checked out my 1st video about the #Jersey #Devil? What did you think? 👻😀

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mlQJVU1eJrY

Source: Ghost Quest USA


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A very good friend of mine has started looking into magic: he’s doing research to figure out if and…

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A very good friend of mine has started looking into magic: he’s doing research to figure out if and…

A very good friend of mine has started looking into magic: he’s doing research to figure out if and how he wants to practice. 

He was talking to me and saying it was fascinating how some people drew their power from the land or the sea, some from tools and formula, some from stars or gods or spirits. 

“I mean… I know you get yours from the dead – which is cool.”

“I – I’m sorry what?”

“Your power. It comes from the dead. That’s the energy you use, right?”

Thankfully he kept straight on talking about power sources and magical philosophy because I didn’t really know what to say. 

I wanted to say “Dear boy what on earth is wrong with you? I’m a witch. I do all sorts of magic using all sorts of tools. I’m a necromancer, sure – I chat with the dead all the time. But I don’t somehow use ‘death energy’ to make someone a good luck spell. This isn’t D&D or Magic the bloody Gathering.” 

But I had no idea how to say that politely or without giggling like some sort of confused and asthmatic goblin. So I didn’t.

Source: Tales of Necromancy


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How Victorian Mediums Gave Shy Ghosts a Megaphone

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How Victorian Mediums Gave Shy Ghosts a Megaphone

How Victorian Mediums Gave Shy Ghosts a Megaphone:

Before the spirit trumpet, conversations with ghosts were restricted to more primitive, nonverbal forms of communication, according to Collectors Weekly. Spirits were known to rap on the floor or spell out words in a painfully slow manner, and mediums would speak the entire alphabet out loud until the ghosts stopped them at a certain letter. The advent of the spirit trumpet broke down these linguistic barriers by allowing the dead to speak directly with the living, kind of like a mobile phone for beyond the grave.

Source: Equinox Paranormal


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