You know, as much as I enjoy being creeped out and watching scary movies and reading about the bizarre and macabre and paranormal, I just don't think I could spend the night at the Lizzie Borden Bed and Breakfast.
Could you? That's Mr. Borden on the left and Mrs. Borden on the right. Oh, and, what's really disturbing is that Lizzie's Uncle, John Morse, was staying in the bedroom where Mrs. Borden was found - she was apparently making his bed when she was attacked. You can see that she fell and died (and bled copious amounts) RIGHT NEXT TO THE BED. He slept in that bed that night anyway. Ugh, how could you?! I don't think I could do it now, more than 100 years later!
I guess at some point two dead pigeons were found in the house. I don't know. We probably should have asked about this little plaque, but we didn't. Anyone know what the deal is?
Could you? That's Mr. Borden on the left and Mrs. Borden on the right. Oh, and, what's really disturbing is that Lizzie's Uncle, John Morse, was staying in the bedroom where Mrs. Borden was found - she was apparently making his bed when she was attacked. You can see that she fell and died (and bled copious amounts) RIGHT NEXT TO THE BED. He slept in that bed that night anyway. Ugh, how could you?! I don't think I could do it now, more than 100 years later!
Granted, none of the furniture or carpet or anything like that is from the Borden era. It has all been restored. Our tour guide told us that the Borden sisters had everything put in storage and the storage building went up in flames, destroying everything. So, the bed, the dresser, the infamous couch - they're all just replicas. But it's still damn creepy.
It would be one thing if the Bordens had died peacefully in their sleep or something, but these murders were so angry and so violent that you can't help but think maybe some unsettled spirits are still lurking about. Andrew Borden's face was so smashed in by the axe blows (11, I think?) that when his own best friend (a doctor who lived across the street) could not immediately identify him. His nose was completely chopped off, his left eye was split in half and there was a huge hole right through his skull. That's some serious rage, when you consider that one well-placed chop would have easily killed him. The killer (Lizzie?) snuck up on him while he was napping on the couch, so he or she definitely had the advantage.
Anyway. People who have stayed there report seeing indentations on the bed like someone has been lying there, when no one has been. And the owner says there's a rocking chair that seems to mysteriously move itself across the room when no one is looking. Lights go on and off (Maybe it's the notoriously cheap Andrew Borden trying to save electricity), cabinets open a shut. Your typical haunted house fare.
Sam took a ridiculous number of pictures (and I mean that in a good way; he was super thorough) to see if he could catch anything in them, but as far as I know he didn't.
- These people say they did, but to be honest I don't see much. I've always been skepical of what people call "orbs", to me they look like spots on the camera or a trick of the flash. But what do I know?
- This account of an overnight stay at the B&B is pretty fascinating, though. I like the dude's writing style.
- And this one is by a ghosthunter who stayed there the same night as the couple above.
I guess at some point two dead pigeons were found in the house. I don't know. We probably should have asked about this little plaque, but we didn't. Anyone know what the deal is?
So after our tour was over, we jaunted on over to the graveyard to check out the tombstones. This is when I really pissed Lizzie Borden off. In front of her stone (which says "Lizbeth", not Lizzie), someone had thoughtfully left an Ouija Board. Man, I used to love Ouija Boards. However, even I didn't have the guts to sit down and try to contact Miss Borden. I did want a photo op, though. I convinced poor Lisa, who didn't even like walking across the graves, to sit down and pretend to be using contacting the spirits with me.
We posed for a couple of pictures with our fingers on the planchette and then started to walk back to the car. That's when Lizzie showed her displeasure for me sitting on top of her grave to take a novelty picture. Yep. My feet slipped right out from under me and I fell down a short little hill (ooh, I just typoed "kill"). Granted, it was very muddy and apparently Kylie had slipped a little (but didn't fall) in the same spot when we were walking to the graves, but I took the sidewalk at that point so I didn't notice.
My mom says this picture looks like I am taking a leak on the car, but really we were trying to capture my muddy butt and back.
Sorry if I offended you, Lizzie. I should show more respect to the dead. Anyway, other than me getting pushed down a muddy hill - and yes, of course I was pushed, just like I was pushed down the stairs when I broke my toe. It has nothing to do with clumsiness at all - nothing very eventful happened.
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