Admiral Fell Inn, Baltimore
I have lived in Baltimore for quite some time now, and it is impossible to live in the area and not know that there is a ghost story associated with the Admiral Fell Inn at Fell Point (a section of Baltimore located right on the harbor). The man who told me this story is a very well educated, 61 year old credit union CEO. He told me the story over dinner, with me trying to shush the rest of the guests because they all wanted to tell their own versions. I have included his version of the Ghost of Admiral Fell below, excluding only names and comments from others:
It all started on a dark and stormy night…
Actually [my wife] and I had the opportunity of meeting the Admiral during one stay a number of years
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With some additional research and with the help of the Admiral Fell Inn official website, I learned that there are other accounts recorded that resonate with both the storyteller’s experience in the lobby and in the room at night. Every day, from 4:00 to 5:00 pm there is a tea party where guests are invited to come and meet the ghosts of the Admiral Fell Inn! There was even a broadcast over the radio featuring the ghosts themselves, urging guests to come have a supernatural experience with “friendly poltergeists.” Admiral Fell being the head ghost, of course. The radio commentator noted that guests cannot get enough of the ghost tour and that they all, laughingly, yell out: “Where are the ghosts!?” So, his afternoon tea experience was all in …show more content…
People want to come see the ghosts, they are not at all afraid of them. When my source told his version of the tale to me he did so with genuine enthusiasm. I only had to ask him once and he proceeded to talk about it all throughout the first dinner course. He even made a joke in the beginning when he said that “it all started on a dark and stormy night.” As far as the foundation of belief, Admiral Fell did exist, thus the creation of the Fell Point district of
Since I come from the Eastern Shore of this state, I was surprised to hear a ghost story I was previously unaware of. The story takes place in a park in Salisbury. The person who told me the story is a 19-year-old sophomore at the University, and we spoke about it one evening after dinner. He believes it to be true, because one of his friend’s siblings has apparently experienced the ghost firsthand. I tape-recorded his narrative:
I was told a story about one of Cloudcroft's more famous ghosts when casually lounging in the undergraduate student physics lounge at the University of Maryland, College Park, with a group of students during a lunch break before class. This occurred during early April, 2005. I inquired whether anyone knew any ghost stories or folklore. A friend of mine volunteered that she knew several ghost stories from her travels. The storyteller was a 23-year-old Caucasian female from an upper-middle class family in Baltimore. She currently lives in Crofton, MD, and is a physics and astronomy major.
Perhaps some of the best stories told are classified as urban legends. Urban legends have become a part of culture, and a way to tell stories. They can tell us things about ourselves and about how we lead our lives. They serve to entertain us, but can also teach us lessons, such as morals to live by. Urban legends are passed on between generations, and become a part of the oral history of a place. Whether the stories are true or not, urban legends are often taken to hold at least some truth about a culture. No matter how radical some of the stories may be, people often take the urban legends to be true. People may take these stories to be true simply for entertainment purposes, but mostly because the morals the stories teach are important. Urban legends can become a part of the place where they originate, and can help define a culture, and shape its history.
The story I was told concerns the Manresa Castle at Port Townsend, in Washington State. The myth surrounding the castle is the usual belief that the castle is haunted. People go to the castle just to hear the cries and feel the tingles of staying there over night. People have also reported that when they have taken pictures while they stay there, they will be surrounded by glowing orbs in the background.
Where to begin; must write about my day….We arrived in Malta this morning, after more than a week at sea. Normally something I would enjoy, but the very motive of this voyage keeps me from all and any thoughts of pleasure. Anna wheeled me onto the deck, where I have not been since the beginning of this voyage due to my worsening sinuses. Mr. Churchill had already arrived in Malta, not a surprise, along with Eden and the rest of his military and civilian staff. The men present for the purposes of welcoming me were situated on the deck of The HMS Orion, yet another ocean liner.
At about 10:15 P.M. Revere got into his boat to cross the Charles River to Charlestown. Again, he was not alone; Joshua Bentley and Thomas Richardson, two shipbuilders, provided Revere with a boat and escorted him across the river. As they crossed the river, they ran into the HMS Somerset, a large armed ship that was specifically positioned there to prevent nocturnal movement. On any other night, Revere probably would have been spotted, but there was a lunar anomaly in which the moon was lower than usual. Instead of shedding light on Revere's boat, the moon now put a shadow on the boat and made it nearly invisible. Even God, it seemed, had had a hand in helping Revere that night. Revere's boat passed the HMS Somerset safely and landed in Charlestown. There awaiting Revere were a group of Whigs and Brown Beauty, a mare that had been provided by John Larkin.
There was an escape attempt that led to a bloody stand-off and left three men dead. Now, in Block C where they were killed, you can allegedly hear noises of people trying to break out (Found SF). Another story about Alcatraz is located in the laundry room. The guards would smell smoke, and when they went to look, the black smoke was so thick it drove them out (The Ghost Of Alcatraz). Also, in the hospital ward, it is said that you can hear screams of inmates who were secured to the table until calmed down (The Ghost Of Alcatraz).
Boom! A single canon shot rang out, breaking the early idyllic silence. Residents of the small town of Falls Church, Virginia and surrounding areas could hear the battles from their own homes. They were only miles away from many key battle sites, such as Fairfax Court House and The Battle of Vienna, both Confederate victories during June 1861. Located in the infamous region of Mosby’s Triangle, the area was full of marching troops from Col. John S. Mosby’s army.
returns to the mead hall to listen to it. One night while he is listening, he hears
Come with me as I take you inside one of the most haunted locations in the United States today. It is a journey down dark hallways and into rooms painted by both shadow and light where spirits talk and phantoms walk. St. Albans Sanatorium is a destination known by serious paranormal investigators as a place where they can seek answers to the mysteries of what lies beyond death. Some of these investigators were able to find resolutions for themselves to a number of these age old riddles through their experiences at the sanatorium. The frightening and true stories found within the pages of this book are about these inquisitive investigators’ encounters with The Ghosts of St. Albans Sanatorium.
"All you could hear was the feet of the children and a kind of murm...
The story was told to me by one of my high-school classmates, who is a resident of the town of Atco. The nineteen year old young man is currently a sophomore at Clemson University and describes himself as being a Roman Catholic of half Italian-American and half Irish-American decent. The young man also noted that he is normally very socially conservative and a staunch Republican. His father is employed as a general contractor and his mother runs her own catering company. He describes himself as a “self proclaimed expert of all things related to the Atco Ghost.” He cannot remember the specific date when he first heard the story, but stated that he can remember knowing most of the details to the story for most of his life. He also claims to have attempted to see the ghost on only one occasion and after what he saw, he refuses to ever go back to that area of town at night. The following is an almost word for word account, which he checked to ensure its accuracy, of the lengthy story as he retold it to me ...
The storyteller is a 65 year old Hispanic woman from Riverhead, New York. I collected the story over the phone on April 2, 2006. She started off by telling me that the story took place in 1988 on Long Island. Her landlord had told her about a wonderful restaurant that she just had to go to, so on a Friday night the storyteller and her husband decided to try it out. When stepping up to the Jamesport Manor Inn she had a creepy feeling just from looking at the old mansion. She claimed that it had an eerie sort of feel to it and obviously did not look like a typical restaurant.
The particular story I collected takes place in Philadelphia, where ghost stories are plentiful. Philadelphia is an old city with a rich cultural heritage, and our founding fathers made history in the place that was once our nation’s capital (Eidmann). Many believe that their spirits and spirits of those from colonial times still lurk around. It is easy to feel like spirits are around when in a place where many people have lived and died before, and in a place that is filled with old buildings and landmarks. All of these factors make this city a perfect place for a ghost story.
Attempting to recover from my embarrassment, I was suddenly startled by a cacophony . . . music, perhaps? It must have been music, because I glanced down to find my foot tapping away to a beat long forgotten.