Cape Cod to Newport Rhode Island to Torrington Connecticut

I'm crest-fallen to say that the Ghost of Christmas Past did not make his appearance last night.  I was not hassled or fondled as promised.  I left in a huff and didn't leave a tip.  As my great grandfather used to say..."What-Evs".

I actually did have something odd happen yesterday.  On my way into Plymouth I spotted a cemetery up ahead and slammed on my brakes with a screeeeech.  I pulled in and started driving through what ended up being a huge graveyard.  Most of the people were born in the 1700s and died in the 1800s. I was the only person in the entire cemetery.  I whipped out my audio device and started asking really intelligent paranormal questions like "How are you?"   "Are you still here?"  "Do you want to talk to me".  All of a sudden, I hear this voice say "I'm over here!".  The voice sounded just like Ted Kennedy.    I threw my recorder in my pocket, started whistling real casual-like and started walking over to where I heard the voice but realized I was alone.  There was no one else in the cemetery.   I actually caught it on my recorder but it was faint. 

Today I made it over to Newport, Rhode Island.  I drove down Bellevue Avenue, also known as "Avenue of the Mansions".  Unbelievable.  Here are two homes I saw:

 

My ultimate goal was to see the Carey Mansion I mentioned earlier where they shot Dark Shadows with Johnny Depp.  That was near at the end of Bellevue.

 

There was heavy greenery and several of these signs surrounding the property:

 

The good new is that this sign doesn't apply to me.  I'm......well.....special!  Yea!  I'm sure they don't mean me.   I was actually able to conveniently find a spot where all of the greenery was mysteriously missing and I got off a few covert shots.  I was suppose to be there this evening doing an investigation.  I'm really disappointed but I'll do it next year.

 

 



I drove from there to Torrington, Connecticut where I am now in the "most haunted" room at the Yankee Peddler's Inn.  It was built in 1871 and there is suppose to be a nice lady ghost in my room making sure all my needs are being met.  If she gets me a box of wine, I'll leave a nice tip.