Bradford College, Bradford, Massachusetts – 11 March 2000
HAUNTED TUNNELS BENEATH BRADFORD COLLEGE
Our next stop was in the tunnels, which connect several of the main buildings. I think we entered them from the Campus Center, but I don’t know the buildings, and I was still musing over the odd room we’d been in, on the Academy’s fourth floor.
(The Campus Center may have been haunted, probably by something playful, but there were students in the area. A full investigation was impossible.)
As we reached the basement level, I sensed one of those silly green ghosts, like the Slimer from the Ghostbusters movies. The atmosphere was light and playful, and fun.
However, the tunnels–one more level down–were dark and eerie. In one of them, I “saw” a girl running in the darkness, and I sensed that she was afraid of rape. I felt nauseous.
Afterwards, James said that he’d been hit in the gut by the energy in the tunnel, too. He’s generally a skeptic who experiences very little on ghost hunts.
(See my photos at Bradford College – Tunnel Orbs.)
While in the tunnel, we met a couple of people. One of them was a young man who later made a documentary about the Bradford ghost stories before the school closed its doors forever. (Bradford College’s accreditation lapsed, and filed bankruptcy.)
This was our first of two visits to the tunnels that day.
Bradford College’s tunnels are famous for their connection to the H.P. Lovecraft stories of the Necronomicon. Although Lovecraft’s book is reportedly fiction, there has been speculation about a real Necronomicon. Lovecraft did have a connection to Bradford College.
According to college lore, Lovecraft was dating a girl from the college, and she helped him find an unused tunnel (beneath Tupelo Pond) in which to bury the evil book called “the Necronomicon.”
Later, that tunnel was sealed off from the maze of tunnels beneath Bradford College.
NEXT STOP: DENWORTH HALL AND THEATRE
We continued to Denworth Theatre, where I was certain we’d find almost no energy beyond normal poltergeist phenomena.
I was about 98% sure that the ghostly girl reported there was just legend, started when someone incorrectly repeated the “Amy and the priest” stories, and placed her in the theatre, not the Academy.
I anticipated a quick visit to the theatre, with little activity. I was anxious to visit Tupelo West, where the pendulum had indicated the most hauntings.
I was very, very mistaken, and I hope I never underestimate a “ghost story” again.
Read that story next: Real Ghosts in Denworth Hall