6/13/2012
...but not before we a graveyard picture, and a necessary stop for a cup of coffee. Once we arrived at the East Wind Inn, we realized that it was a haunted stereotype in full bloom. We walked into the office area and were greeted by a small, very intense looking elderly woman. Her face was lined from constant smiling that didn’t touch her eyes and her hair was a perfectly sprayed throwback to the early 1960’s. THEN, behind her walks out a really tall older man with dirty white hair and mustache in a rubbery fisherman’s jacket. One of his arms was shorter than the other (probably from too much murdering). The woman had us sign the registrar and gave us our key. Over creaking floorboards and steps, we headed up to our third floor room, #18. I ask you, is this not the perfect set up?
The East Wind Inn is supposed to be haunted by the merchant fisherman who built it. Apparently, he had had a very successful life as a fisherman, but when he built the Inn (which was originally his house), all of his luck left him. They say that he died miserable and alone. It has had only three owners since then, and the current owner inherited it from his grandfather.
Our third floor room (the floor that people say is the most spiritually active) overlooked the quaint, grey harbor. Now would be a good time to post the video that freaked Kim out when we first walked down the hallway to our room.
After we got settled in, we decided to go out for some dinner. There was a local restaurant called “Farmer’s” (which I would recommend to anyone passing through the area) within walking distance. The food was excellent! We both got the seafood casserole that was on special: Haddock, scallops, shrimp, and lobster covered with crab stuffing and baked. It was rich and delicious. As our first seafood meal in New England, it was excellent.
By the time we finished our dinner the sun had completely set. We had planned to visit a haunted lighthouse on the next peninsula over. The lighthouse and the road up to it is supposed to be haunted by two ghosts.
The first is a teenage boy, Paul Bennett, who was murdered by a Rumrunner. The man apparently chased down Paul Bennett when the boy accidently discovered his operation. He slew him with a large knife and tossed his body into a near by swamp. Legend has it that you will see the boy running for his life down the road, and there are other reports of seeing the boy standing just off the road, knee deep in the Atlantic, silently yelling warnings to people who would visit the lighthouse at night….and here is why. The second ghost is supposed to be the large, dark bearded rumrunner who murdered Paul Bennett. After some research, there is no history of the man actually dying anywhere near the lighthouse road (though there was some speculation that he was caught and tried for the boy’s murder locally). However, there are several stories about the ragged spectra appearing in the middle of the road, holding his long knife, and moving menacingly towards visitors.
So, we set out to find the lighthouse…and this is when things got weird. As we made our way to the next peninsula, I shit you not, a ground fog began to roll in off the coast, covering the road and creeping through the woods all around us. Next, there was NO ONE around. We passed several houses, all of which had no lights on, or a single light on in a back, upstairs room, or a creepy candle lit in all of the front windows (a coastal tradition meant to guide lost sailors home). As we drove along the dark, winding road, Kim started to get more and more wound up…rightfully so, as the situation was ripe for mayhem. When we got to the lighthouse and parked the car, there was no sound except for the ocean (and even that seemed muted). We walked out to the lighthouse and then up and down the road, and except for a couple of shadowy figures that became explainable as we got closer (and old buoy in the water and a sign partially covered by trees), we had no encounters. It was still one of the more creepy things we had done on the trip so far.
The Night at the Inn Begins
On the way back to the East Wind Inn we began to get nervous about being locked out because we knew the office closed at 9, but we made it back and the front doors were still open…even thought there was no one there…literally, NO ONE. After nine o’clock, all of the work staff went home and there were no other guests staying in the Inn that night…all three stories and 20 rooms were left to us. Kim will tell us about it now.
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We explored the Inn a bit and played cards in the empty hallway, but no monsters jumped out to join us. Eventually, Jesse had to go to bed, but Kim was far from being ready to sleep…she sat up, wide eyed, for more than an hour while Jesse snored away. What finally put her under the blankets was a strange light that moved quickly across the ceiling. It could be explained by a passing car, but the Inn was at the end of a dead-end road (the Inn, the parking lot, and a harbor shack being the only thing on the road) and as we mentioned, there was no one out after the sun went down…kinda bizarre.
The next morning, when we woke up the sun was shining. The Inn had a completely different feel to it once the misty rain and creeping fog had fled. What was ominous was now cheery, what was creepy was now quaint. We got ready and went down to the harbor-side restaurant for some breakfast, which was simple and delicious. We had a relaxing morning sipping coffee and doing research in the sunny lobby of the East Wind Inn before we headed South for some seafood and an evening in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. (*Side-note – The Inn is being sold for a measly 2.3 million. So, if anyone is willing to fund us, we’re taking donations.)