Connecticut holds up its dictionary quite thick and long when it comes to touring a variety of places. Having said that, It boasts of a variety of places- for people with different taste. If you are a hard core horror aficionado who believes in going out to actual creepy places rather than playing with the girly halloween toys, we have something for you. This story is all about 20 most haunted places in Connecticut. We have traced down their past, even been to some of these destination and did a proper ghost hunting. Most of these places stay strong to be put under the definition of creepy, thus empowering Connecticut’s mettle to be listed amongst the most haunted places in America.
Tucked into the small hamlet of Monroe, in a section of the town called Stepney, sits the quaint and unassuming Beardsley Plain Cemetery, otherwise referred to as the Stepney Cemetery. This cemetery is the home to the White Lady of Union Cemetery in Easton (approximately nine miles to the south). While there are ghostly ties between these two burying grounds, there are also human ties. Directly next to the Beardsley Plain Cemetery is Our Lady of the Rosary church.
This church has had the same pastor since 1973. He is none other than “Bishop” Robert McKenna, a man thoroughly ensconced in the paranormal world through his extensive ties to the Warrens as well as their nephew, John Zaffis. The Warrens have been to the Union Cemetery in Easton many, many times and have proclaimed the area ripe with demons and spirits. So, too, has the Beardsley Plain Cemetery been dubbed.
Following his death in 2006, Ed Warren’s final resting place was here. Stories abound regarding sightings by both police officers and firemen. One story boldly claims that in the 1990s, a fireman who was driving his truck along Pepper Street (on which the cemetery sits) in response to a fire, saw the road in front of him begin to glow red. When he looked to the passenger side, he saw a farmer in a straw hat sitting there.
When he looked back toward the road ahead, a woman in white, her arm outstretched toward the vehicle, was standing in the middle of the road. He reacted too slowly and a thud was heard. When he climbed from the vehicle, a visible dent but no body was found!
There are also claims that the White Lady travels between the two cemeteries by Stepney Road down the hilly terrain.
Black Dog of the Hanging Hills
Roaming the woods and trails of a ridge of high cliffs known as the Hanging Hills in Meriden, the Black Dog brings with it an interesting tale: “And if a man shall meet the Black Dog once,It shall be for joy, And if twice, it shall be for sorrow,The third time, he shall die.” Old Meriden Proverb Circa Early 1800s So goes the saying of the Black Dog of the Hanging Hills.
GHOST members were put to the task of drawing out the elusive Black Dog. While we were not very confident that one outing would actually be successful in this venture (only very few documented sightings have been recorded over the last couple of centuries), we were sure that we could do the scouting work at the site itself. This place, as it turned out, was nearly as elusive as the legendary canine itself.
Cars in the Woods, Farmington
In the wooded hillsides of Farmington, at the intersection of Routes 177 and 6 (Farmington Road) directly across the street from the Tunxis Community Technical College campus, careful inspection will bring you to the smallest of mechanical graveyards. Only five cars can be located there, but their visual impact is pretty impressive.
They are the rusted out hulks of three 1970-model cars, one 1960-model car and another of unknown origin. They sit in the woods like some metal gravestones, completely overgrown with thorn bushes, trees and plant life. On the overcast day that we visited, the cars appeared to loom out of nowhere.
Four of the vechicle corpses are deposited together, while the other is approximately 100′ to the west. The area is littered with old colonial-era stone walls used back in the day as property dividers. I’m not sure why these cars are abandoned where they are, but it is obvious that they have been there a long time, evidenced by the amount of undergrowth.
Church of the Eternal Lights, Bristol
This tiny church, one of the three original churches in the town, began as a schoolhouse which was built in 1884 by agents of Miss Hattie O. Utter, a day school teacher in the North Chippins Hill district of Bristol. After she moved away from the area to marry, the church and Sunday school was continued by the Sessions family of Bristol (the famous clock and watch crafters) and Mr. B.S. Rideout.
The church sits upon Hill Street in Bristol and is quite easy to find as it’s the only church along this road. The front steps are very old (most probably the originals) being fashioned from huge blocks of granite or traprock. There are a few remaining original stepping stones along the walk as well, but they are haphazardly covered here and there with modern blacktop, which is certainly an eyesore.
The front door of the church is a gorgeous, carved wooden piece, adorned with bas reliefs and a capital “W” enclosing in a circle (presumably standing for ‘wiccanism’). Above the front door, a black pentagram is on display behind the many paned window (the link to this church’s website has been removed due to its unreliability.
If you wish to access their website, search “Church of Eternal Light, Bristol, CT” and you will better be able to visit the site). When we arrived at the church, it was not open and there were no cars in the driveway, as it was a holiday.
Daniel Benton Homestead
If ever there was a place that had all the possibilities of holding paranormal activity, it would be the Daniel Benton Homestead in Tolland. Almost 300 years of history are held in these walls. Love, sickness, sorrow, pain, suffering, imprisonment- all these feelings and emotions have been experienced here. And when you are searching for the paranormal, these feelings and emotions are said to fuel activity.
The Daniel Benton Homestead was built in 1720 by Daniel Benton; the same year Tolland became a town. It is the oldest standing structure in Tolland.
Daniel Benton built the home which was very large for its time. Daniel had a son who fought in the French and Indian War, as well as several grandchildren who fought in the Revolutionary War. During the War of Independence, Daniel opened up his basement to the Continental officers so that they might use it to detain British and Hessian soldiers. Eighteen soldiers were held here until the war’s end.
Daniel’s grandson, Elisha, is a big part of the history here. He left home to answer the Lexington alarm, joined the freedom fighters, and fought for his new country. In 1776, British captured Elisha during the Battle of Long Island. They moved her to New York Harbor and put in a prison ship.
The filthy British prison ships were not a place to be, for disease ran rampant upon them. Shortly after his capture, Elisha contracted smallpox. He was traded for another British soldier and allowed to return home. He made it as far as Hartford before he could not go on. His family got work and made arrangements for him to come home. Now, before his enlistment in the Continental Army, Elisha had fallen in love with a young Tolland girl Jemima Barrows.
Jemima was twelve years younger and the Benton family vowed that the marriage would never take place. Elisha Benton’s homecoming was greeted with mixed emotions by his family. As glad as they were to see him again, he was in a seriously weakened condition and wracked by a disease so contagious and frequently fatal that his mere presence became a threat to everyone around him.
Since only smallpox survivors could safely care for a victim (since they had an effective immunity to the disease) the family faced a real dilemma: smallpox didn’t ever affect them. No doubt their relief was great when Jemima Barrows, the girl who had been faithful to Elisha through all the months of his absence, offered to nurse the critically-ill ex-soldier she loved so much.
Mercifully, her vigil lasted only a few weeks, for on January 21, 1777, Daniel joined his two other brothers in death as a result of the British. Shortly after Daniel’s death, Jemima died. Social protocol of the period forbade the two being buried together, so both families agreed to bury Elisha and Jemima on both sides of the carriage drive.
It is not clear just how long stories regarding the supernatural presence within the Homestead have circulated, but the tradition is certainly alive today. Gail White, the Director of the Homestead, told us that sightings of a soldier on the front side of the house have been made. Neighbors say there have been lights and figures that move in front of the windows at night when no one is there. Many reports of voices coming from the basement (where the prisoners were held) have also been made.
Downs Street Cemetery aka Old North Cemetery
This very old cemetery is small, covering an area of approximately 80’x100′. The greater part of the headstones are dated in the 1800s, although a few are older and a handful younger. This site is tucked away in a neat little corner of the wooded slope on Downs Street in Bristol, with three or four residences on the opposite side of the lane. There is no sidewalk in front of the site, but a small set of stone steps brings you into the cemetery.
There are an abundance of veterans buried here, including a Revolutionary War soldier, named Asa Brunson, Jr. If you appreciate the shapes, designs and colors of older stones, this is definitely the place to be. Most of the oldest stones are in surprisingly pristine condition, an anomaly in most old cemeteries.
As you walk into the graveyard, just to the left, sits a gargantuan sarcophagus with a few names etched upon its side. The huge stone lid of the sarcophagus is cracked along the middle. It appears that someone had previously attempted to open it.
Many of the names are identical to or are listed upon headstones in Lamson Corner Cemetery in Burlington (see above); names like Root and Newell. Three of the stones are actually facing backwards, all of them bearing initials only. So, there may be a reason for this. Many times, people passing without the benefit of baptism, or those who committed suicide, were interred facing the opposite direction from everyone else.
Creepy Past and Investigations
Children who’d die young were often buried and the grave marked with a small stone with initials only. At the rear of the cemetery, a foot-high wall encloses a family burial plot. The base of the steps leading into the burial plot is etched with the name “Downs”, the same name as the street on which the cemetery is located.
Interestingly, the monuments and headstones of the entire Downs family have been vandalized or toppled over, a possible testament to their status in this city. By all appearances, the Downs family may not have been very popular, for all of the other headstones, new and old, remain untouched.
Another curious anomaly is the twin headstone. Upon its surface is an eerie image of a girl in death shrouds, appearing to be looking up to the left, her hands in front of her defensively. You can even see her fingers extended in fright. The image is quite disturbing. Whether this was a deliberate defacing of the stone by vandals or the work of age-old weathering, the fact remains that the image is frightening.
Drowned Bride of Whirlwind Hill Road
In the 1930s, a bride-to-be wandered this road, still in her wedding gown, before she did tragically hurl herself into the murky depths of the nearby reservoir. The lady in white had reportedly been left at the altar and became so morbidly depressed that she drowned herself. In recent years, motorists have seen her on the side of the road, totally soaked and asking for a ride. When they took their eyes off of her, she would disappear. By some accounts, “a few police officers have seen the woman”.
There’s not much to say about Whirlwind Hill Road’s history, other than the fact that it runs directly over Whirlwind Hill, primarily owned by two once-very influential families in Walllingford: the Halls and the Youngs. While the Young family is a more recent kin to the area (as of about 100 years ago) the Hall family is, by far, the more senior stock, tracing their roots back to Lyman Hall, one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence.
While the Halls owned most of the land upon and about Whirlwind Hill, the Youngs were no less influential. A quick trip down the hill to Wallingford’s Center Street Cemetery on Main Street will reveal just how influential these families were, as there is a Hall or Young headstone in practicaly every twenty-foot square of the graveyard.
Over time, the Halls diminished in importance, eventually selling off large plots of land upon the magnificent hill, only to be bought up by the Youngs and other families.
While it’s not unusual for stories of this sort to crop up in remote locations, especially in areas where a nice swamp, lake, or reservoir can be found, it is unusual to be able to track down an actual origin or source for the story. In this case, a local man in Wallingford, probably with a personal vendetta against some of the wealthier folks who resided on the Hill, started the story in order to attract kids to the area so that they would trespass and cause trouble. Suffice it to say, however, that this spot is a competely ghost-free zone.
Great Hill Cemetery
At the corner of appropriately-named Cemetery and Holbrook Roads in Seymour sits the relatively well-preserved Great Hill Cemetery, more widely recognized as Hookman’s Cemetery. Great Hill Cemetery was constructed in the 1700s by the Holbrook family and many of the stones are from that era, however, the cemetery does have some newer grave markers, the most recent in 1997. There is a dark pall that is draped over this final resting place.
There are many different versions of the tales surrounding the Hookman’s Cemetery and its insidious haunt. The most popular version is that a former caretaker of the cemetery, who had a hook in place of his hand, murdered a local boy when he had stayed in the graveyard past dark. The story says that the boy was found impaled on a large hook and dangling from a tree the next day.
Another version states that a man named Hookman (a rather popular name in the 1700s) was wrongly accused of a crime and hanged in the cemetery itself, his ghost now haunting the site. Yet another is a rather trite and rote version of the popular campsite ghost story about how a couple drove up to the area in a car and parked. When the woman thought she heard something outside the car, the man got out to investigate.
When he didn’t return, the woman exited the vehicle, only to discover her boyfriend’s body hanging from a hook in the trees. The story has been going around this area for quite a while. But it is interesting to note that the three versions above are relatively young in age, circulating since the 1950s.
Hell Hollow Road
On the west side of Route 49 (Ekonk Hill Road) within the Pachaug State Forest in Voluntown can be found a place known as Hell Hollow Road. The road is a typical winding, gravel road, leading into the heart of the forest. There are many walking trails on either side of the roadway and several ponds, as well as a larger body of water with a pumping station. The area is desolate and quiet and, at night, is pitch dark. There are no cell tower or water tower lights in the area to which most of us are accustomed; merely the beauty and bounty of nature . . . and perhaps a little something you may not have expected.
It is reported that Hell Hollow Road obtained its name because in the 1600s, a little girl named Maude was killed by English soldiers. It is said that one could, and reportedly still can, hear the screams of Maude being murdered throughout the woods. Because of this act, people of the day believed the forest to be haunted and that it was host to witchcraft and satanic rituals, thus houses were never built in this area. The land was taken over by the state and is now a vast area for hiking, biking, nature walking and the paranormal.
Holy Land USA
On a rise known as Pine Hill, overlooking the Brass City in New Haven County, lie the ruins of one of Waterbury’s most celebrated religious parks. Holy Land USA was the brainchild of Yale graduate John Baptist Greco. He was an attorney/entrepreneur with a grand vision of creating a sort of theme park where people across the world could visit to learn all about the stories of Jesus and the Bible.
Since the 1980s, the place has lain in ruin. The ghost of its former self sprawled out amongst the craggy outcroppings of Pine Hill. In February of 1984, a report also appeared in local newspapers. It claimed that several people who were visiting the site spotted the ghostly figure of a woman. She approached a phantom car at the front gate of the park, before disappearing into the night. Since that time, no ghosts nor phantom vehicles have been reported.
Great Hill Ghost
East Hampton, Connecticut
Along a winding, narrow, forested mountain road lie the markers for 26 year old Brian W. Tuzik of Seymour, who died on Friday, March 18, 2005 in a terrible vehicular accident. The markers tell a tragic story of the premature death of this young man. However, other more sad stories have arisen, regarding one of the Brian.
According to the stories, a few years ago, a man was killed on his motorcycle while going around a sharp turn down Great Hill Road. Today, people have seen the ghost of the cyclist along the side of the road near to this spot. These ghost stories often tell of cars stalling when the ghost is nearby.
We suspect that the story of the motorcycle and the death of Brian Tuzik have links with each other. However we are more inclined to think that they are merely coincidental. The story of the motorcycle has been listed before Brian’s accidental death. That leads us to believe that the motorcycle ghost tale is simply an urban legend. Interestingly, there is also a mention of stalling cars in the Hookman’s Cemetery tale as well. It may be an underlying proponent of this story. Regardless, the motorcycle ghost appears not to exist.
Haunted Livermore Mill
Settled upon approximately six acres of land and sitting directly next to an elementary school on Elm Street in Farmington, is an abandoned textile mill. Both students and teachers have reported sighting strange, ghostly faces in the windows of the old brick factory. They also heard the sounds of cows lowing, even though the bovine beasts have been absent from the lands since the early 1800s.
The place was named The Mill Store and was owned and operated by a very old company, Chas. W. House & Sons, Inc. The factory opened in 1867 and specialized in the manufacture of fine woolens and felt fabrics. They were particularly involved in the recreational field. Later on as they produced some of the world’s highest quality felt billiard covers.
According to historical records, the mill employed up to one hundred people. It was in business in this Farmington location for one hundred and thirty-seven years before closing in January of 2004. They then moved the business to Woonsocket, Rhode Island, where they still operate today.
The land appears to be undergoing a state auction. So, we assume that the building and all its contents will be put to the bulldozer in the future. Sigh.
Norwich State Hospital
If you are looking for excitement in the southeastern part of Connecticut, most people conjure images of the slot machine and gaming tables of the two casinos in the area. If you were to look just into the shadows of one of those casinos, you would find excitement in a another form. It is a building that takes you back in time. It also reminds you of the cruel treatment once bestowed upon the mentally ill. In the shadows of the Mohegan Sun Casino lies a labyrinth of buildings. This building was used to house the insane: the Norwich State Hospital.
The Norwich State Mental Hospital was built in 1904 and began housing the mentally insane immediately after its opening. The first day of opening the hospital, it was inundated with one hundred and fifty-one patients. Within the next twenty-five years, the average census of the institution was 1,115 patients.
The hospital began to expand. By the 1960s, the average census was 2,698 patients with a lifetime high of 3,186. The hospital was used for the housing and treatment of the mentally insane. It also treated geriatric patients and those chemically dependent. Researching the treatment methods may help one understand from where the stories of the lost souls have derived.
The buildings are interesting. Although we visited at night, we did not feel out of place or oppressed, especially after looking at the photos. The “orbs” in the pictures are undoubtedly dust particles, as the entire place is covered in dust and debris. There is still a strange feeling and mood when walking around these awesome structures.
The hospital is in the process of being purchased by Utopia. Rumors have it that the grounds will house a theme park, film studio and others. What it won’t house are the impressive buildings and history packed into them. Yet it may retain the sadness one can perceive for the patients who once called this place “home” and for those who were “treated” or assisted in having a better quality of life by the dedicated staff of one of the largest mental institutions in the state. (Also see: Creepiest Mental Asylums in America)
The Yankee Peddler Inn
The Yankee Pedlar Inn was built by Frank Conley and opened as Conley’s Inn on July 28, 1891. Frank Conley and his wife, Alice, dreamed of a place that would provide elegance and comfort as the hotels did. So, in November 1890, Conley bought a lot on the corner of Main Street and Maiden Lane for 8000 dollars.
Their dream had begun. The inn was constructed with marble floors in a black and white diagonal mosaic, the spiral staircase and rooms carpeted, and pictures were placed upon every wall. The rooms were well furnished, each having a dual-light chandelier and hot water.
Forty thousand dollars later, Frank’s dream had been accomplished. With the help of his wife, Alice (who was a great cook and manager) a successful business was started. The Conleys ran the establishment until their deaths in 1910.
The housekeeper stated that she has worked at the inn for over four years and. During that time, she had experienced many seemingly paranormal occurrences. She told us about room 353 (where Mrs. Conley died) which was now used for storage. This room has upset guests with strong perfume odors. Guests have requested room changes on occasion for inexplicable reasons, the complaints actually documented in a log book.
Room 295 is also another spot where guests have experienced perfume smells and strange incidents. She reported that a guest was lying upon a bed when he felt someone climb into bed with him. He rolled over, expecting to see his wife, but she was still in the bathroom. The general manager has also seen a figure of a lady which she claims is Mrs. Conley herself.
She claims to know this from her pictures hanging about the inn. She says that she cannot keep staff very long, either, due to these strange happenings. Also, reports of a grey-haired gentleman dressed in an old black suit have been received by the entrants.
Perched atop a moderately raised, small mountain in Easton is the Union Cemetery. It is also known by paranormalists as the White Lady Cemetery. According to witnesses, the ghost of a young woman wanders within the cemetery grounds and the Sport Hill Road. Her ghoul also visits the surrounding area for the past sixty years.
Tales speak of her visits to gravestones in Union Cemetery, or of wandering along Sport Hill Road at midnight. There is a tale of a firefighter having struck the White Lady in the town of Monroe on Pepper Street. There are many assumptions about who the White Lady was in her former life, but no definitive answers have emerged.
The Cosmic Society lists few names with possible links to the White Lady, including John and Ellen, Elwood, Mrs. Knotts, and Richard Dean Jason. Additionally, the founder speaks of the possibility of the White Lady buried here with her infant child. According to Donna, the woman died shortly after her child. Also, she makes a hypothesis that the White Lady is a spirit searching for her lost baby.The Cosmic Society
Another legend is that referred to as “Redeyes”. According to this story, a man was walking along the roads around Union Cemetery at night. He gazed in the direction of the cemetery only to find two red eyes staring back at him. He began to flee the site only to realize that footsteps were pursuing him when no one was there. The Warrens have done extensive research in the area, pronouncing the cemetery chock full of “demonic influence“.
Watertown High School
324 French St, Watertown, Connecticut
The quaint village of Watertown is quiet, clean, pretty and undoubtedly all-American. Tragedy struck this small town in mid-October of 1991 when one of Watertown High’s football players took his own life. Now, some students (particularly football players) claim they experience strange shudders when they pass through the school’s locker room. They also believe that the ghost of the dead boy revisits the school.
Seventh Day Baptist Cemetery
Upson Road, Connecticut
This very old cemetery is located at the extreme end of Upson Road, a sandy dirt lane which passes through creepy swamp-riddled woods. At the main entrance to this road is a small colonial-era Cape Cod home. It is very obvious by the foundation that the house is at least 200 years old, if not older.
The legend of Seventh Day Baptist Cemetery is referred to as the Green Lady of Burlington. It incorporates a burial site itself often called the Green Lady Cemetery. There are quite a few different versions of the story. Most of these agree on Benjamin and Elisabeth Palmiter being a local husband and wife. As per the stories, they lived near or upon Upson or adjacent Covey Road. During the winter months of 1800, Benjamin went to town for food supplies when a terrific winter storm struck.
Unable to return home for a few days, Benjamin stayed in town until the weather broke. Meanwhile, Elisabeth was very distraught over the fact that her husband had not returned. Thus, she went out into the storm in search of him.
According to most accounts, she tragically fell into one of the surrounding swamps and drowned. As her husband returned from town after the storm had subsided, he found her missing. After an exhaustive search, he finally located her frozen corpse, clothed in a pretty green dress.
Strangely, there are several versions of the story. In one, Benjamin himself may have murdered her and covered up the crime by telling the above tale. Since her death, many people have claimed to have seen a greenish, misty apparition walking along Upson Road. She also appears near or in the swamps that surround the area. According to most accounts, she merely appears without provocation or pattern, smiles and then dissipates.
Set in the hills of Wallingford, about six miles from the town center is the lonely Tilcon Quarry. It is supposedly haunted by a worker who was killed on the premises. According to some reports, the man met with a train accident in the early 1930s. He still operates the plant. So, He “turns on and off equipment” and “turns off the plant lights in the middle of shifts”.
You can “see his flashlights beams on buildings” as he “calls employees [sic] names”. A similar write-up says that “workers report machines turning on by themselves, lanterns carried with no one there” and that you can also “see him standing on the catwalks” and “smell smoke around [you] while no one is there”.
In addition, there is a feeling like “someone is watching you” and “strobes of lights have been spotted floating around”. The sources quoted claim that this is an active haunting with reports even up “until last month in 2002”.
Moses Y. Beach Elementary School
340 N Main St, Wallingford, Connecticut
At the very crest of a hill on North Main Street in Wallingford sits the deceivingly unassuming Moses Y. Beach Elementary School. The claims of hauntings that flow from this very old site are almost too many to list.
Suffice it to say that the site appears to be a prime location of poltergeist activity, replete with blaring music, lights, fans and computers being turned on and off, doors and drawers opening and closing, as well as book carts from the library rolling down hallways and the sounds of footsteps late at night. There is possibly even a history of full-body apparitions at the school as well as voices inside the locked rooms.
In addition, there are several other haunted places in Connecticut. In case you are interested, you can visit the Pepsico theatre, Polkville, Rock House and the Maud’s grave. Happy Haunting.