Slightly Odd America

I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that New England ghosts are just people who died and still can’t mind their own business. Some scream, some throw things, and some just stand in the corner like they’re waiting for you to apologize for breathing. But every now and then, you get a ghost who isn’t here to terrorize anyone. He’s here to supervise, judge, and to make sure you’re not touching the antiques. Today that ghost we're talking about is the Yarmouth Sea Captain of the Captain Bangs Hallet House on Cape Cod . The Ghost of the Captain Bangs Hallet House How could I NOT be haunted!? I have a creepy, old photo! The Haunted House Yarmouth has a fully documented summer ghost who shows up like a seasonal employee. This guy has been spotted for decades, and he’s not subtle about it. Footsteps are heard, doors open, and witnesses share the distinct sensation of someone from the 1800s silently evaluating their life choices. It's really classic Cape Cod haunting behavior. ...

Watch the video above or read the article below! This post was originally shared as a Facebook and Instagram "DID YOU KNOW" post. I share them and you can get in on the fun by liking my page at  Facebook.com/TheNewSlightlyOddFitchburg  and following me at  Instagram.com/SlightlyOddFitchburg ! Now onto the haunting story! DID YOU KNOW that Newport, Rhode Island is home to a Christmas ghost? In the late 19th century, the Beechwood Mansion was a luxurious mansion, frequented by the elite during the Gilded Age, so the fanciest people of the fanciest time. One Christmas Eve, a maid named Abigail was found dead in one of the grand halls. Rumors swirled that she had been pushed from the staircase by a jealous lover, though her death was officially ruled an accident. Fancy people in a fancy time rarely get prosecuted. Anyway, since that fateful night, guests and staff at the Beechwood Mansion have reported strange occurrences every Christmas season. The scent of Abigai...

I'm BAAAA-AAACCKKK!!!!! Let me ask you a question: Who is a haunting for? That might seem silly, but just think about it for a second. Is a haunting for the haunter or the haunted? If you were to die tomorrow, why would you haunt someone? Would it be for your sake or for theirs? Just consider what's going on. You're dead, and you're never coming back. Your Earthly coil has been shed. None of it affects you anymore. Time, space, ailments, old age, it's all gone. The length and breadth of the universe are yours. Eternity is yours. What do you do? You're a celestial being now. Does anything that happened in life matter to you? Let's say you were murdered. So what? Why would you care? You can see the endless reality of the stars ahead of you. Why would the transgressions of an evolved ape against your former meat vessel, all those breathless eons ago, matter to you? Well, maybe we can delve into that question with a look at the S.K. Pierce mansio...

The S.K. Pierce Mansion She made her money on her back, and that was just fine by her. She was tough and knew what it took to make a living in this world and no one was gonna get in her way. That massive old Victorian was an eyesore, anyway. Who cared if one of the boarders in this rundown shithole brought her Johns in to seal the deal? The Red Room was HER room and she could do as she pleased. She didn’t bother no one and no one bothered her. Then she felt his fingers close around her throat. They were thick and calloused and crushed her windpipe like a steel vise. That’s what you get when you sell yourself to the factory workers just outside the door. She never knew when one would lose his mind and assault her before leaving her with no money for her time. There was no telling what set this one off. Maybe she rushed him or maybe he just couldn’t get it up and wanted to take it out on her. It didn’t matter. What mattered was the heaving of her chest as her body screamed for air....