Central Terminal, Buffalo, NY

This weekend we traveled to Buffalo, NY to experience the Buffalo wing festival and found ourselves submerged in what was once a high-traffic train station--Central Terminal. Designed by Alfred T. Fellheimer (the same architect who designed the world-famous Grand Central Station of Manhattan, NY) this station ran from 1929 to 1979 when it was abandoned and left in disrepair. Since then, it has been passed from person to person in hopes of full restoration. The station has appeared in many TV programs and movies, including Ghost Hunter, which investigated the spiritual activity of the main building. According to the program, a great deal of spirit activity was identified in the main building. My crew and I investigated the secondary buildings.

At one point we were descending a flight of unstable stairs and I felt something on my shoulder. I turned around and snapped a picture (which came out blurry, of course!). My friend also snapped a picture at that moment and saw a distinct orb behind me. Notice the look in my husbands face when he heard what I felt. Other than that, it was pretty uneventful. Dangerous and creepy though it was. It is not advised that anyone should enter this property as we found out it was private property later and it is VERY dangerous! At some points the stairs dissappear for several flights!

There are, however, several events held in the main building, fundraisers, tours, and even ghost hunts.

Here are a few snap shots of some of the cool things we saw.

Cedarcrest Asylum, Attempt # 2

After chickening out of our first attempt at Cedarcrest Insane Asylum, the crew decided to have another go. We preped by buying a new old school compass as an electromagnetic detector, packing our flashlights with shinny new batteries and breaking out the EVP recorder.

With new found courage we drove to the hospital and did a drive-by--finding to our dismay, a cop and three girls outside the building. Discouraged, but not giving up, we decided to head to the local watering hole for some liquid courage.

A half hour later, close to dusk, we piled back into the car and attempted another drive-by. The coast was clear. We parked the car, gathered our gear and headed up to the building, courage in hand!

Scaling the fence was so much easier in the spring weather!

We entered the building and explored EVERY room!

Kris' head and upper torso were missing in this picture...

Conclusion:

Our first attempt was much more active than this one. We felt at ease until the third floor, where Kris and I felt anxious. Other than a few odd light streaking on photos taken, nothing was found. On the third floor, Kris experienced rapid compass spinning that lasted only a second, but ended before we could record it. EVP revealed nothing conclusive.

Although this place is pretty creapy and houses many bats and other critters, it seems to lack conclusive activity...a tad disappointing.

Hoosac Tunnel, Mass

We went out of jurisdiction into Massachusetts to explore a haunted tunnel. It is a 4.75 mile railroad tunnel in the western aspect of Mass that passes through the Hoosac Range, an extension of Vermont's Green Mountains.

Work began in 1848 and was completed 27 years later.

On October 17, 1867, the most tragic accident occurred while digging the tunnel's 1,028 foot vertical exhaust shaft, or central shaft. A lighted candle hoisted up ignited naphtha fumes which triggered an explosion. When a rescue team was sent down the shaft to recover survivors, no were found. However, some survivors made a make-shift raft to survive the water used to put out the tunnel fire, but died from asphyxiation before they could escape.

It was those lost to the explosion that are said to haunt "The Bloody Pit".....

100ft into the pit!!

Looking into the spooky tunnel

We went in anyway...

Erika and Feryl outside the tunnel

A view of the tracks over troubled water

Built in 1877

Conclusion:

We traveled about 2 miles into the cave and never found the central shaft. There was little activity. We ended up turning around for fear of acquiring "the black lung" from smoggy coal smoke.

We were unable to catch any activity on film, but do need to venture back to explore further.