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Still More Haunted Northern New York

North Country Books, 2004

Still More has 25 all-new ghost stories from the counties of Oswego, Jefferson, St. Lawrence, Franklin, Clinton, Essex, and Warren.  Of the three books in the Northern New York series, this has the most photographs depicting spirit energy, and the book thoroughly describes what ghosts look like, both in person and in photographs.  Stories covered include:

Ghost Sense - Watertown
Close Encounters with Orbs - Lake George
Don't Make Us Leave - Lacona
An Army of Ghosts - Watertown
Happily Ever After - Madrid
Harriet, Harriet, Harriet - Lisbon
John Hoover Inn - Evans Mills
Meron's Restaurant - Plattsburgh
Nightmare on Elm Street - Plattsburgh
One Last Visit - Chamberlain Corners
Tall, Dark & Dusty - Watertown
The Black Gloves - Tupper Lake
The British Are Coming! - Hopkinton
The House on Murphy Road - Norwood
The House on Urban Drive - Massena
The Night of the Light Show - Russell
The Odd Fellows Lodge - Redwood
The Pennysaver - Massena
The Phantom of Kendrew Corners - DeKalb
The Skeleton Ghost of Route 122 - Constable
The Thing - S. Colton
The Tree of Spirits - Jefferson County
The Union Hotel - Sackets Harbor
Underground Neighbors - Adams Center
Wings - Plattsburgh

Excerpts:

Harriet, Harriet, Harriet
     Jennifer is not sure why she opened her eyes that night and looked toward her bedroom door, but when she did, she realized she had company.  Uninvited company.  The bearded man was staring solemnly at her, not moving or reacting to her awakening in any way.  At first glance, she thought it was one of her Amish neighbors, because he was dressed in plain nineteenth-century clothing.  She thought he must have needed something, so he showed himself in.  If she had been more awake, she would have been offended by such a rude intrusion, but her mind was too busy processing the details of the apparition's appearance to question its presence.  He wore wool pants and a wool coat with brass buttons down the front.  The buttons were very vivid.  He was "a little fuzzy around the edges," but she couldn't see through him or anything.  She has no reason to believe he wasn't a solid human being.  He even spoke to her, but she forgot his words moments later, just as he vanished before her eyes.  She promptly jumped out of bed to make sure her children and nieces were safe, and then she remembered something.  The Amish don't wear buttons...

Tall, Dark & Dusty
    Teresa Bender had all she could do to understand what her daughter was saying into the phone.  Morgan was watching TV when Teresa left for the library early that Saturday afternoon and nodded when her mother told her she'd call before she headed back home.  Now, Teresa's stomach hit the floor as she listened to her daughter crying hysterically into the phone...something about seeing a man in the house who disappeared, so she was outside on the porch waiting for her mother to get home!  Good God!  The panic was tangible on both ends of the telephone line when Teresa hung up the phone and rushed home.
     When she arrived, she found Morgan waiting anxiously on the porch, cradling the cordless phone as if it were her lifeline.  Teresa managed to calm the teenager down enough so that she could tell her what happened.  Morgan explained that she was lying on the living room floor next to the couch, watching TV, when she saw movement in the dining room out of the corner of her eye.  She turned her head to look and saw a "tall, dark, young man walking towards the half wall next to the kitchen."  There was a man in the house; a real, live man.  He was wearing old clothes, and she said it looked like the "air around him and his clothes and skin was all dark and kind of dusty."  The man didn't even see her, she said.  "He just kept on walking toward the kitchen area and finally faded..."