IS ANYONE THERE?
Local ghostbusters investigate the supernatural on a
lonely, windswept Maine isle.
Article
in the Boston Globe October 23rd, 2005
Written by Douglas
Belkin
The
day his landlord came looking for the rent, Howard Hobbs
was drunk.
It was 1896 and Hobbs had been living on a sliver of an
island off the coast of Biddeford, Maine, hunting seals for
the $1-a-nose bounty the state was then paying. With his
work finally done, the 24-year-old had just spent a couple
of days with a buddy on a congratulatory bender on the
mainland and had rowed his skiff back to Wood Island. When
he bumped into Frederick Milliken it was nearly dusk.
The rent was overdue, Milliken said. Pay up.
Hobbs, still drunk, took exception -- and then, in a fit of
pique, he took aim. He shot the 35-year-old landlord and
lobsterman once in the abdomen, according to newspaper
reports from that week.
Horrified at what he'd done, Hobbs helped carry the
mortally wounded Milliken inside, then ran back to his
rented shack, placed the same rifle to his mouth and pulled
the trigger. The bullet passed through his head and lodged
in the ceiling.
The police called it a murder-suicide. The papers called it
a tragedy. But the folks around Biddeford called it just
the beginning. If you're quiet enough, they will tell you,
and stand very still, you will hear the ghosts of Hobbs and
Milliken: Strange voices carried in the wind. Footsteps
echoing where there are no feet. Apparitions, quite
literally, that go bump in the night.
''There are spirits here," said Teresa Lowell, the wife of
a lighthouse keeper. She lived on the island from 1984 to
1986 with her husband and believes she bumped into a ghost
in her bedroom closet. ''I know," she said, ''because I
felt him."
Fast-forward to 2005. The lighthouse keepers have been gone
for 19 years. Real estate around Biddeford has skyrocketed
and tourism has become more profitable than lobstering.
With an effort underway to clean up the island, the Friends
of the Wood Island Lighthouse decided it was time to get a
handle on these ghost stories once and for all.
Enter the New England Ghost Project, an eclectic outfit out
of Dracut, that has been on 150 ghost hunts in seven years
-- and found evidence of the supernatural in 149 of them.
Their mission: to detect and quantify the supernatural.
''Just about everybody has ghosts," said Ron Kolek, the
founder of the Ghost Project, which was asked to visit the
island. ''But not everyone is willing to talk about them.
That's where we come in."
With at least six television shows touting the merits of
psychics who solve crimes and salve heartaches,
''ghostbusting" clubs like Kolek's are going mainstream.
The difference between this latest variation and the
spiritualists of yore? The tools of their trade.
Cutting-edge ghostbusters today don't use tarot cards or
crystal balls, but digital recorders to electronically
capture voice phenomena, heat-sensitive cameras to scan
dark rooms for paranormal energy, and electromagnetic
scanners to detect interruptions in natural energy fields.
Not only do ghostbusters believe the equipment can detect
the supernatural, but it opens up the field to those who
claim no psychic ability. More importantly, it has given
the hobby a patina of science. And at least among some, a
dose of credibility.
In his 30 years in the business of debunking claims of the
paranormal, Joe Nickell, a senior research fellow of the
Committee for the Scientific Investigation of Claims of the
Paranormal credits ghostbusting clubs like Kolek's with
fueling the rise in a belief in ghosts. The Internet has
connected people like Kolek with interests in the
paranormal, creating a growing audience for
documentary-style ghostbusting shows. The shows have
proliferated across an ever-broadening cable spectrum and
in turn attracted more people to the field.
The result, said Nickell, is an amplification of the wacky
and the unhinged. Claims of the paranormal have grown more
outlandish and more mainstream every year since the turn of
the millennium, Nickell said. Underneath it all is the
growing unease of an unnerved nation reaching beyond
science into parapsychology to salve more worldly concerns
in uncertain times.
It is, said Nickell, a perfect storm. Between June 1990 and
June 2005, the percentage of Americans who say they believe
in haunted houses jumped from 20 to 37 percent, according
to the Gallup Organization. Belief in witches climbed from
14 to 21 percent. The conviction that the ghosts or spirits
of dead people can come back in certain places and
situations rose from 25 to 32 percent.
''At the end of the day it undermines science and
encourages ignorance and superstition," said Nickell.
''These people are at best fantasy-prone personalities, and
at worst frauds and charlatans."
Kolek, a practicing Catholic, would call himself neither.
''I'm a seeker," he explained. ''And I know that science
doesn't have all the answers to my questions."
To the lighthouseSo one day earlier this month Kolek, 56,
and his crew of ghostbusters, armed with several canvas
bags of gear, set out to Wood Island to see what they could
find. Their fee: nothing. ''Working for nothing lets us
keep our integrity," he said.
On board the 20-foot boat that ferried them to the island
were Kolek; Maureen Wood, a medium and a mortgage broker
from Andover; photographer Leo Monfret, from Lawrence,
publisher of the State Line Review newspaper; Karen Mossey,
an electronic voice phenomena specialist and a receptionist
from Hudson, N.H.; and Dan ''Thermal Dan" Parsons, a
Hamilton firefighter and the team's infrared imager.
Safely on the island, the crew hauls their equipment a
half-mile over a wooden boardwalk past stubby trees and
scraggly brush, to the boarded-up, century-old
lightkeeper's house. Sheri Poftak, of the Friends of the
Wood Island Lighthouse, shows them the way. Other than a
few other visitors with the group, the island is deserted.
The street lights from Old Orchard Beach across the bay are
visible in the distance.
Once inside the lightkeeper's house, Kolek sets up a
command center in the kitchen, installs surveillance
cameras in the four bedrooms and in the glass-encased room
that houses the beacon. The cameras feed to television
screens in the kitchen, which are equipped with VCRs. The
team is in touch using walkie-talkies. A coffee pot is set
up in the command center. Taken together, the effect is two
parts ''X Files," one part ''Scooby Doo."
Like everyone else, Kolek was interested in ghosts when he
was a kid, then he grew up and grew out of it. He opened up
a small manufacturing plant in Dracut, married, had a
family, and went about the business of making a living. In
his 40s, he began hearing stories from his employees about
ghosts in his plant but he didn't pay any attention; the
building was old and he had a business to run.
Then one day he looked the wrong way while he was using the
table saw and cut off three fingers. Surgery followed and
Kolek needed six months of rehabilitation. Suddenly his
life was slammed into neutral. He decided to kill the time
by signing up for a television production course at the
local cable station. The ghost stories his employees had
been whispering for years had planted a seed, he said. For
his class project, he decided to examine the ghosts inside
a reputedly haunted house in Middleton.
Did he find any ghosts there? ''Oh, yeah," Kolek said.
''The place was smoking." And the New England Ghost Project
was born.
To date, Kolek's travels have taken him from haunted houses
in northern New Hampshire to basements in Rhode Island. He
said he has been ''slimed" in a graveyard in Newburyport
(''a black oozing goo on my forearm, I don't know what it
was") and he has chased a ghost from room to room in a
haunted mansion in North Adams (''It looked like a white
shimmering light"). He has seen his tape recorder run
backward and watched a crystal crack and turn from a clear
pink to a milky white.
If Kolek is selling a message, people are buying. He has a
Friday night radio show that broadcasts from the Merrimack
Valley and just organized a ghostbusting conference called
''Contact" that drew 60 to Western Massachusetts for a
weekend. He speaks regularly at the Circles of Wisdom
bookstore in Andover.
During the day, Kolek is an ordinary salesman at a Macy's
in New Hampshire. But on weekends he is, without question,
the man with the answers, star of his own show, master of
his domain.
The spirit movesBack on Wood Island, Maureen Wood, the
medium, says her ''third eye is going crazy" from all the
paranormal activity.
Kolek and his team climb the 44 concrete stairs in the
light tower. Halfway up, Wood, a slender woman with a
teenage son, begins breathing heavily. ''The energy is so
strong here," she said.
Kolek and his crew claim to know nothing about the history
of the island beyond the fact that it was once the scene of
a murder-suicide.
But at the top of the beacon in a tiny room encased by
glass, Wood reported somberly the presence of a spirit, a
man. In the cramped space, with the waves crashing onto the
craggy shores 50 feet below, she doubled over and grabbed
her chest. His spirit was trying to move inside her, she
said. He was cold and clammy, like death. Kolek shouted at
the spirit to take it easy. His voice rising: ''Get out of
her!" he said.
Supernatural afootThere is an often-used maxim to describe
faith. If you have it, no explanation for God's work is
necessary. If you do not, no explanation is possible. The
same can well be said of ghosts. You either buy it or you
don't. Either-or. One or the other.
In the small glass room, the evidence of the ghosts
pervaded the night for those who believe. Kolek asked the
ghosts to make themselves known. Mossey diligently taped
the answers with her recorder in the silence that followed.
From the control room a fifth member of the team -- who
asked not to be identified ''because I work in a warehouse
environment and it wouldn't be good" -- read the numbers
from a thermometer over the walkie-talkie. The temperature
was dropping, he said ominously -- a sure sign to veteran
ghostbusters that the supernatural was afoot.
Kolek asked Wood if the spirit was the keeper of the
lighthouse.
''He thought himself a keeper but he wasn't," Wood
answered.
''Did you die by your own hand?" Kolek asked the spirit.
''Yes," Wood answered. ''A head injury."
''Did you murder your wife?" Kolek asked.
Wood groaned, her voice deepened: ''No, no, I told her no."
Wood's gasping became exaggerated. She complained of the
cold. Kolek scolded the spirit and again demanded that he
leave Wood alone.
By the time they made it down the stairs, Wood said she was
exhausted. The spirit was too strong, she said. When she
tried to sleep later that night she said the spirits in the
house ''kept me up all night."
Mossey, meanwhile, stood in the kitchen with her digital
recorder and played back the recording made in the beacon
over and over. The dead used the equipment to communicate
with the living, she said. The white noise on the tape
sounded ambient, perhaps waves or wind. Mossey said her
trained ears were more acute.
''Did you hear that?" She exclaimed excitedly. ''He said,
'I think the shot got them.' "
Poftak nodded in the kitchen. Later she said she thought it
interesting Wood came up with the fact that there was a
head injury.
''But I'm not quite sure I could say I believe it's
haunted," she said.
Kolek was less ambiguous. ''Oh, there are ghosts here," he
said. ''Can't you feel them?"
Poftak said the Friends of Wood Island Lighthouse is
considering using the information for a fund-raiser in the
spring, asking Kolek and his crew to come back up for it.
The working title: "Dining with the Dead."