Cutler Maine (1)
by j1shadow on Aug.05, 2009, under Uncategorized
Sorry girls……I know. A long time in coming. But here it is.
Our journey to Cutler begins with a Ford Focus, ok two actually. Jim’s little red car full to capacity with audio/video equipment only left enough room for Jim and Jason. Holly’s little silver car took the overflow of my equipment and chairs. Holly and I hopped into the car and peered into the back seat.
“Prime real estate.” I comment.
“Hope they don’t have alot of stuff. ” Holly giggled.
The caravan headed out to Augusta where we would meet “the boys”. Two high school seniors doing a project on the paranormal. The boys, Keith and Michael , tall, polite, with firm handshakes, added their bags to the trunk and we were off again.
With the back seat strangely quiet. Holly and I chatted non-stop. (Gotta catch up with the latest TAPS adventures). After a few hours we could hear the gentle rappings of our students singing show tunes. Keith singing and Michael providing the “music”. They progressed from the 60s to today. As we wound our way through the empty streets of Bah Habah…….yes we know its not how you get to Cutler. The rapping in the back gets to ” I Kissed a Girl and I Liked it” then to Britney Spears?! The rapping Stopped and the boys looked at each other in silent agreement to never speak of this again.
Jim’s car turns left and Holly says out loud “Why is he turning here?”
We all look forward and see the road ends at a body of water. “Huh.” we all say in union. We pull into a gas station to re-orientate the guys to a map. Just as the home owner calls Holly and confirms the 18 miles we just traveled will need to be retraced. The phrase “You can’t get there from he-ah” comes to mind. Cheesey and over done….but still true.
You always know your in a great place when you can see both snow covered mountains and the misty ocean. The rugged coast line in sharp contrast to the soft blanket of snow. The contrast of the land matched the contrast between members. Different ages and experience levels blended effortlessly.
Another hour and a ShamWOW discussion later and we neared Michias. The boys sat forward in their seats and started firing the questions at Holly and I. In a good cop bad cop routine I asked if they had brought a change of pants. Holly just smiled and reassured them they would not be alone at any point in the investigation. A general run down of the events ensued as Holly’s car ‘the silver bullet’ caught some air the frost heaves. She glanced at me and eased off the gas letting Jim’s car speed ahead and disapear into the darkness.
We slowly cruised into the Subway parking lot, Jim already out of his car sporting his doggie grin. “Whats that all about?” he playfully demands.
“I was losing parts!” Holly replies with a gentle pat to her car. “She’s not as young as she used to be.”
” Come on…….thats half the fun.” Jim laughs as we walk into the resturant.
Jason looks back and says ” I was scared!”
Inside the resturant we meet the home owner Darcy and her sister Tracy. They were very pleasant with inviting smiles. The group chatted about the hopping town of michias, seems the biggest excitement in town is a rabid cyote. Darcy casually looks at the chip pyramid her daughter had created on the table and in a perfect Maine accent says,
“Carry a stick to the cah……as my grandmothah used to say.”
After supper we made our way to the home. Darcy and Tracy gave the team a tour of the home. Then we got down to setting up the “com” center and audio/video equipment. In true teenage style the boys waited for direction on camera angles. The team watched as they did the ‘robot’ dance, their first lesson on the DVR system. The team laughed and cheered. Red faced boys appeared on the stairs….”Cameras are on?”
The investigation progressed in much the same way. Discussion started on getting some still shots made from the vidoe footage. Keith was asleep within 20 minutes of the first EVP session starting. Michael followed Jim and Jason around till he found Keith sleeping. Like the pull an old cat has to a kitten Michael couldn’t resist. He crept up the stairs and taunted Keith with a green pool noodle, finally in frustration at the lack of reaction, he whomped him with the noodle. Still Keith dozed on.
Losing interest in his sleeping friend, Michael wandered down and did EMF sweeps with the boys outside. Holly and I in the play room trying to debunk the gentle music we heard waffering through the air. 4am came quickly and the team members started to find their sleeping corners. Mike and Keith already fast asleep in the mater bedroom.
I awoke to a ticking sound behind me. I flipped over quickly…..just to find a bored siames kitten looking at me. With a sigh I realize its morning already. I started coffee and as the smell drifted through the home a wonderful sense of well-being envelops me. Although the house is not and older house, the land it sits on fortifies it. Giving the feeling that it will be here long after we have gone.
With an upside down kitten batting at my pen I start to wrtite this journal. I look out over the calm waters of Little Machias Bay. I try to imagine tall ships with sails gliding in or men with red coats walking the land. Such a rich history just out of our grasp. Whether the feet were marching, dancing, or just passing through. They left their print. I wonder if we will be blessed enough to hear their voices.
