| Our Haunted Home in Palmer, Massachusetts |
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Jim and I had owned a lakefront home in Palmer, Massachusetts that had been in his family since 1927. The home had originally been a small summer cottage, converted into a year-round home in 1980. When I met Jim in 1999, I was told that his house was often visited by the spirits of his late grandparents, and of his late pet, a Saint Bernard named Heidi. I first became acquainted with Heidi a month after I had met Jim. I had felt a large furry tail brush up against my leg, when there was nothing there to be seen. Heidi would make her invisible presence known several times over the years after that. I once heard a low, rough grumbling sound late one night when I was alone in the house. This was Heidi's way of letting me know that she was protecting me in her own way. In February of 2000 I first saw the appartition of Jim's maternal grandfather, staring a me through a livingroom window. There was absolutely no way this person could have been standing outside that window since there was no ledge, and the ground below was a 30 foot drop. Jim later commented that it was the first time his maternal grandfather had ever been seen in spirit form. I once caught the faint scent of flowers in the livingroom one night while alone. I checked around the house but it stayed near the area of where I had been sitting. The aroma became so strong that I actually had trouble breathing. I remembered what Jim had told me...his grandmother used to wear a flowery perfume while alive, and this was how she made her presence known. She obviously didn't know who I was, and why I was living in her former home. I then said aloud, "I'm Jim's partner, my name is Mina, and I know that you're curious as to who I am. I don't mind you visiting with me tonight, but since I have asthma and your perfume is making me wheeze, could you please sit someplace else in the room? You are still welcome to stay if you like." A few minutes later, the scent dissipated. Jim's paternal grandfather supposedly made his presence known by the odor of his cigars, and according to the family, he presented a nasty paranormal presence. I never smelled the cigars or found out what was meant by a "nasty" presence. However, I did see a glimpse of him late one night. I saw the faint image of the lower half of a torso wearing a Scottish kilt, and white knee socks, which quickly faded once I gave the image my full attention. Jim told me that his grandfather used to play the bagpipes in a local Scottish band, would often practice while wearing his regalia. |
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| Taken in our backyard, late at night. No flash was used in this photo, no other lights from neighboring homes, streetlights or passing cars. No lights were on inside our home. |
| That's not the moon on the right of this photo. Taken the same night as the photo on the left. |
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When Jim decided to put the old homestead up for sale in May of 2002 in preparation for our move to Texas, the spirits really started acting up. It was as if they were angry at us, for wanting to sell. We experienced the sounds of someone pounding on the door, at 4 AM. Pounding so severe that the entire door shook. It stopped as soon as Jim threw open that door. The doorbell would ring on many an occasion. Nobody was ever there. Conducting many checks of the wiring to the bell, Jim concluded there were no 'shorts' in the system. I had been pushed from behind a few times while alone in the house...I heard the hurried whispers of a woman's voice next to my ear once, and coming up from the empty basement, I heard the sounds of bagpipe music playing...so loudly that I felt the vibrations on the floorboards. Jim saw the very clear image of his grandfather in the basement one night, and also saw the fleeting image of a black-cloaked figure rushing through that basement past Jim, and out through the door. We used to wonder if the new owner ever experienced anything paranormal. I guess we will never know, unless she finds this website and contacts us! |
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| Mina giving the "Farewell Salute" to the ghosts ! |
| Email Us: mina@texashauntsociety.com |