Ghosts of the Black Watch at Fort Carillon/Ticonderoga?

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Ghosts of the Black Watch at Fort Carillon/Ticonderoga?

Barkeater
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05 Aug 2013, 12:23 #1

Thought everyone would enjoy this so here goes...

This is about the experience of two close friends of mine from the area, as told to me personally, from back when they were teenagers.. What surprised me was the fact that when they told the story, their eyes would widen and a certain sense of insecurity and detectable fear would overcome them... Just detectable like it was hidden just under the skin. Their voices would soften as if the experience left them rather servile in attitude if you know what I mean.

These two were on an early morning excursion on the fort grounds about 2:00 AM with metal detectors determined to find something to take as booty from the war since that was their hobby as kids.. Illegal? Yes.. but that is not the point or goal of this story.

As they were slowly working the area known as The Earthen Works, where the Black Watch met a terrible loss in men, they, at the same time, heard bagpipes wailing from up on the forts walls above them at a distance.. As soon as they both became mentally aware of what they were actually hearing, it seemed to cease at once... They both looked at each other wide-eyed and stated that they felt like they were popping out of their skin with fear because they thought someone was up there playing bagpipes at 2:00 AM and that they would be caught.. But then they realized that it just wasn't quite right by the fact that the sound was odd, like it was there but then all at once it wasn't. Like it was in another dimension or something.. Like it was up on the rampart and in their heads at the same time..Odd sounding way to describe it, but that was what they said.. And then the real fear set in.. as they were running away, they thought they heard hooves and horses faintly nickering in the tree line or in that general area..

A few days later, they both inquired, in a certain indirect way, with a known worker at the fort about the possibility of someone up there playing bagpipes at that time of the morning. They were informed that "in no way or form would anyone be allowed up there at that time.. Someone would of heard it and called the cops, period.."

They never dared to try that again.. ever. And these guys are pretty bold and nerve-strong.

It seems that these sounds of the horses (not so much for the bagpipes) are documented over the years .. Along with strange noises heard by workers and lights seen moving in the barracks at night.
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05 Aug 2013, 20:32 #2

Hi Bark,

Cool story!

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Gonzales
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06 Aug 2013, 00:06 #3

And just who doesn't like a good ghost story?
"Yes, I probably will but such is Life's rich pagent."
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06 Aug 2013, 00:27 #4

:lol: I haven't met one yet that doesn't..
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06 Aug 2013, 03:04 #5

If there is anything that would send a trill of fear running down my back, it would be the sound of horse hooves and Highland pipes at 2:00 a.m.

If we are swapping ghost stories, I've got one for you. Me and some friends were out camping one time. We set up camp along a river bank, backed up by a not very dense orchard, with woods hemming in all around. The moon was full, nary a lick of clouds to cover it, and we could see for most of the way across the orchard.

We got in late, so we were setting up camp when the woods started to erupt with yelping and howls all around us. It would start on one end, take up in the other, faded and start up, all kinds of different pitches and distances. We got scared, and I ain't ashamed to admit it.

So anyway, we stood around for several tense minutes before we saw it. From behind one of the trees, a white form appeared, some kind of canine. It turned to look us dead on, and suddenly it splits off into three directions, each one as clear as a bell. It would go behind one tree, and reappear from another, sometimes a fair distance away, never in the same number we last saw it, slowly coming closer.

This went on for near an hour, slowly closer, then away, then left, then closer. A fog grew up around the orchard, and we hot footed it back down the trail we came in on. We ran until we hit a deadfall, and built a fire that we stayed up keeping alive all night. I want to say we just got scared off by some prowling coyotes, but I would swear that it was some kind of ghost coming up out of the ground.
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06 Aug 2013, 10:42 #6

Wow!.. When you first started telling the story and mentioned the yelping, I thought "Coyotes".. I have been out in the woods hunting and heard "all hell breaking loose" around me like that.. and these coyotes up here will track you.. But with the Marlin .444 guide gun in my hand, I wasn't worried about dispatching a few of the scurvy bums.

That is a bizarre event right there.. A white coyote apparition .. Jeez, I think I would of acted the same way.. or, if I didn't beat feet out of the area, I would of built the biggest darn firI ever did and waited to see what happened next.. I do have a side of me that would want to see what the heck it was.. Great story!
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Leon
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08 Aug 2013, 04:07 #7

Barkeater wrote:Thought everyone would enjoy this so here goes...

This is about the experience of two close friends of mine from the area, as told to me personally, from back when they were teenagers.. What surprised me was the fact that when they told the story, their eyes would widen and a certain sense of insecurity and detectable fear would overcome them... Just detectable like it was hidden just under the skin. Their voices would soften as if the experience left them rather servile in attitude if you know what I mean.

These two were on an early morning excursion on the fort grounds about 2:00 AM with metal detectors determined to find something to take as booty from the war since that was their hobby as kids.. Illegal? Yes.. but that is not the point or goal of this story.

As they were slowly working the area known as The Earthen Works, where the Black Watch met a terrible loss in men, they, at the same time, heard bagpipes wailing from up on the forts walls above them at a distance.. As soon as they both became mentally aware of what they were actually hearing, it seemed to cease at once... They both looked at each other wide-eyed and stated that they felt like they were popping out of their skin with fear because they thought someone was up there playing bagpipes at 2:00 AM and that they would be caught.. But then they realized that it just wasn't quite right by the fact that the sound was odd, like it was there but then all at once it wasn't. Like it was in another dimension or something.. Like it was up on the rampart and in their heads at the same time..Odd sounding way to describe it, but that was what they said.. And then the real fear set in.. as they were running away, they thought they heard hooves and horses faintly nickering in the tree line or in that general area..

A few days later, they both inquired, in a certain indirect way, with a known worker at the fort about the possibility of someone up there playing bagpipes at that time of the morning. They were informed that "in no way or form would anyone be allowed up there at that time.. Someone would of heard it and called the cops, period.."

They never dared to try that again.. ever. And these guys are pretty bold and nerve-strong.

It seems that these sounds of the horses (not so much for the bagpipes) are documented over the years .. Along with strange noises heard by workers and lights seen moving in the barracks at night.
Barkeater your friends may well have heard the pipes of the Blackwatch piper who died on that battlesite! I visited Ticonderoga/Carillon about 15 years ago in regalia from one of the earliest Original North Eastern Primitive Rondesvous then held in Springfield Vermont we were there very early in the season and were the only people there in period attire which made for great photo opps!There were only a hand full of 'guides" dressed in modern park ranger type uniforms. There is a story told at Ti of the Black watch Piper who during an attack on the fort had both legs blown off just above the knees during the battle, He had some friends place him sitting up against a stump and retrieve his pipes for him and he sat there playing his pipes till he fell over and died of his wounds! It's said at times you can still hear him play I have had several friends and fellow re enactors that have attended re enactments there and many swear that Ti is definitely haunted by several spirits.I did not see any Ghosts while there but do feel we encountered "contact" with someone from the past in one of the rooms under the fort that day. with out hearing the story first we went into one underground chamber and it was the most uncomfortable feeling place I ever entered the deep cold I put off to it being a stone underground room in may ( our water buckets at camp had ice film on them in the early AM and we used bed warmers to fight the night chill) so we just put the bone chilling cold as "normal" but I immediately felt like we shouldn't even be there even though it was open to the public not saying anything to my wife about it then we took several pictures and left the area for "warmer " open areas. We toured the fort for a few hours before stopping for lunch on one of the walls when my wife started talking about the visit so far and that she had a "Very creepy feeling in that dungeon" That's when I found out she had the exact same reactions as I did to that room like we did not belong there ! Later in the day we read in one of the museum display rooms ( old barracks building) of a very young soldier who had been beaten to death in that room for a minor infraction ! He was sentenced to a "flogging" if I remember right it was 200 lashes Well the "Cats" used then had lead shot or metal hooks at the tips of the thongs they would tear out chunks of flesh often to the point of exposing ribs! Floggings were often carried out over days or weeks to administer the assigned punishment without the prisoner dieing! 10 or 20 lashes then a day to recover then another round etc. till you got your full punishment. Well they didn't stop in time and killed this young man and many at the fort then say it was unjust punishment even several lower officers at the time said it wasn't justified! Anyway later in the day we read of his death and that many workers and visitors swear to have seen this young mans spirit either in that room or very near it. We never saw anything in that room but felt very unwelcome in it and stayed only a very few minutes to take several pictures of it's contents, We shot maybe 100 pictures that day of the fort and grounds 2 or 3 rolls of 35 MM film in all kinds of light and all on the 1 camera not a single picture of that room developed ! every single one came out black! we used that camera for our entire weeks vacation and only the shots of that 1 room failed to print!!! I'm getting the chills just sitting here typing this! I do believe that young mans spirit is still trapped in that room chained to the wall!
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08 Aug 2013, 10:56 #8

:shock: That is one amazing story.. My wife, son and I are going to go up there by the end of the summer.. Not a far drive for me. It is no wonder that places like that have negative energy. Here is the episode of TAPS- Fort Ticonderoga



Pretty wild stuff. Enjoy
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