This rare home has been on the market since 2010, after the last owners mysteriously abandoned the house almost as soon as they bought it. Although uninhabited for half a decade, the beautiful property has earned itself a place on the National Register of Historic Places. It is now for sale for $105,000.
The home in Camden in upper NY state was built by a former clergyman turned wealthy hardware business owner, but fell into foreclosure after failing to sell for $169,000. But while some internet users are convinced that the house is indeed haunted, others have offered the more rational explanation that the hand prints are actually just paint.
I find it hard to believe that a beautiful house like that would be sold for one hundred and five thousand pounds if there was nothing wrong, The thing to do would be to buy the house, then get a well known medium to visit and try to clear the house. If there was a ghost then she or he could probably remove it,if there wasn’t a ghost then the placebo effect would kick in. Either way you have a beautiful home.
In 1924, a young doctor, well known in the Ottawa Valley, Dr. Allen Johnson, bought the stately red brick home just across the bridge in Carleton Place. Along with his wife Annie, he established a medical practice that was to continue for the next 45 years. Susan Scale reported seeing “a man” walking across the dining room or the dog playing ball- and something tossing the ball back to him. I have taken many pictures of this house during the years and have seen images in the windows. After looking closely after I took the pictures, I never saw a human face. None of these are photoshopped.
Small upper side oval window does have interior trim around it, but I have seen a face many times in that window.
Look at the front centre window. That is not an earthly image.
All are welcome
Are we all not just misguided ghosts travelling through life endlessly?
My family lived there in the 80’s. My parents purchased it with many of the Johnson’s family things still remaining in it. That oval window, upstairs, was a small sitting room between my bedroom and my elder sister’s bedroom (she had the turret room). I had the bedroom with the sun-room off it. Many a night I heard footsteps across the attic floor above my room. The only room I ever felt somewhat uneasy in, was my parents bedroom. I don’t know why. My favourite room was the small little room at the bottom of the stairs (from the upstairs sun-room) where my parents kept books. It was tiny but I called it a library. If memory serves there was a window upstairs on the top balcony, facing the river, that had no window inside the house. I think… but don’t quote me 🙂 It was a pretty cool house to explore and live in for the time we did.– Nikky–
Photos- Linda Secaspina
Vintage photo by The Carleton Place and Beckwith Heritage Museum
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One of my favorite homed in CP.
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I know it is just incredible
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me too..:)
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Very fascinating photos and story! All of my time in Carleton Place I don’t remember any stories nor did I ever see any images. Most of my youth it was Dr Johnson’s house and general practice. At the time of his retirement he brought in Dr Shinoba to take over and the office continued for a few years until Dr Shinoba went back to Medical training in Toronto to specialize in Phychiatry. I have no memory of what happened to the house afterwards but I think it was converted to offices for a while. It certainly is an imposing structure particularly at night lit by Street lights. Thanks for the most interesting observations!
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NO thank you… for more comments.. love them
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My family lived there in the 80’s. My parents purchased it with many of the Johnson’s family things still remaining in it. That oval window, upstairs, was a small sitting room between my bedroom and my elder sister’s bedroom (she had the turret room). I had the bedroom with the sun-room off it. Many a night I heard footsteps across the attic floor above my room. The only room I ever felt somewhat uneasy in, was my parents bedroom. I don’t know why. My favourite room was the small little room at the bottom of the stairs (from the upstairs sun-room) where my parents kept books. It was tiny but I called it a library. If memory serves there was a window upstairs on the top balcony, facing the river, that had no window inside the house. I think… but don’t quote me 🙂 It was a pretty cool house to explore and live in for the time we did.
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Thank Nicky!”
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