Bones in the Basement: Surviving the S.K. Pierce Haunted Victorian Mansion
By Joni Mayhan
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When Edwin Gonzalez and Lillian Otero purchased the historic S.K. Pierce Victorian Mansion in Gardner, Massachusetts, in 2009, they scoffed at the ghostly legends surrounding the house. They didn't believe in ghosts. The house soon proved them wrong. By the fall of 2011, they were forced from their house, narrowly escaping with their lives. Includes interviews from paranormal experts: Carl Johnson, Andrew Lake, Michael Robishaw, Lucky Belcamino, Marc Arvilla, and more. Forward written by Thomas D'Agastino. Contains photos, as well as audio and video links of evidence captured at the Haunted Victorian Mansion.
Joni Mayhan
Joni Mayhan is a seasoned paranormal investigator and the author of twenty-three paranormal books, something that often leads her into dark places that others avoid. To learn more about her, check out her website at Jonimayhan.com.
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Bones in the Basement - Joni Mayhan
Chapter 1
The boy stared up at the creepy old house, feeling a lump grow in his throat.
The other kids wanted to break in and play a game of hide-and-seek. He wasn’t sure he wanted to. Something about the house troubled him.
When he drove past it with his mother, he always glanced up at the dark windows, feeling like someone was watching him. Nobody had lived in the house for as long as he could remember, but everybody knew about it. It was the haunted Victorian mansion.
He went to school with a girl who used to live next door. She talked about seeing faces at the windows and lights blinking off and on all during the night. She told him that a man once burned to death in the house when he spontaneously combusted, and how his ghost still roamed the shadowed hallways. At the time, he swore he’d never go inside that scary old house, but here he was, all the same.
Are you coming, Trevor?
one of the kids called.
He glanced around, noticing that he was the only one who hadn’t crawled through the basement window yet. He swallowed the lump in his throat, wanting very badly to retreat to the safety of his home and watch an episode of Scooby Doo instead, but he couldn’t figure how to do it without looking like a chicken.
He gave the house one more cautious glance and then climbed in after his friends.
I’ll only stay for a little while. Then I’ll tell them I have to go home for something.
They crept in through a basement window. The space was so dark, all he could see was the bobbing light from the flashlight ahead of him. Something brushed the back of his neck and he jolted with a gasp.
The other kids jumped too, but soon laughed as they realized what happened.
What’s the matter, Trevor? Afraid of a little spider’s web?
He took a deep breath to steady his nerves and tried to shake off the feeling that wouldn’t leave him. They weren’t supposed to be there. He could feel it in every cell of his body.
At the top of the stairs they found a doorway that led to the first floor. Trevor looked around, taking in the wooden floors and the furniture covered by sheets. It was exactly what he thought of when he imagined a haunted house. The only thing missing was the ghosts.
As they tiptoed through the old house, they began hearing strange sounds. At first, the sounds were subtle. They heard the creak of a floorboard in another room, which was followed by the echo of footsteps on the grand staircase.
One of the children started counting, so he scrambled up the grand staircase to the second floor to look for a hiding place.
The first room he came to had red walls. Something about the room made him feel uncomfortable, as if someone hid in the corner watching him. He gave the doorway a wide berth and studied the second room he came to.
It looked like it could have been a kid’s bedroom. It was small and square, with two doorways and a strange looking closet. Something about the closet appealed to him. The door was short, as if it was made for a kid. As he stood in front of it, he heard the counting girl reach twenty.
Ready or not, here I come,
she announced.
He opened the closet door and scrambled in.
The darkness nearly closed in on him, so he cracked the door an inch and allowed a ribbon of light inside. He watched several kids run past the doorway, looking for a place to hide, as the counter made her way up the stairs.
I see you, Jimmy!
she yelled.
Trevor held his breath, praying she didn’t look in his direction. If she did, she’d probably find him in a second. It wasn’t exactly the greatest hiding spot.
She continued past, and he let out his breath.
I made it.
He listened as the girl walked up the narrow staircase to the third floor, thinking that he’d just stay in the closet until all the other children were found. He heard the sound of more footsteps in the hallway. As he leaned forward to see who it was, something happened that would haunt him for the rest of his life. Hands grabbed onto his shoulders.
Get out!
a voice whispered in his ear, before giving him a shove forward.
He stumbled out of the closet, a scream lodged deep in his throat.
As he rounded the doorway, he turned back in time to see a transparent boy grinning at him from the depths of the closet he’d just departed. He didn’t stop running until he reached his own doorstep.
He wouldn’t return to the house until years later, until his aunt Marion took him on a tour.
Edwin and Lillian in 2013
Chapter 2
Edwin’s stomach twisted into knots as they drove to look at a Victorian mansion in Gardner. He wasn’t sure why they were driving so far to look at a house. They already had a house, and he was perfectly happy where they were, but once Lillian caught wind of the mansion, there was no resisting her. Lillian loved Victorians like some women loved fine jewelry.
He glanced at her sitting in the passenger seat, her long black hair pulled into a high, sleek ponytail. She wore heavy silver earrings that swung back and forth as her head bobbed to the beat of the music. Her happiness was nearly contagious. He couldn’t help smiling at her, causing some of his uneasiness to slough away.
It was hard to believe they’d been together for over twenty years. They met at the bindery factory where they both worked at the time. He was blown away the first time he saw her walking across the parking lot, her dark hair dancing around her face as she laughed. He was enamored in an instant, something he still felt years later. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.
Their happily-ever-after led them to an ordinary existence in Dorchester, a Boston neighborhood, where they shared a triple-decker with Lillian’s mother and sister. Life was comfortable, if not predictable, with the fixtures of friends and family surrounding them like a safety net. The days passed by with a steady hum, the highs and lows too minimal to notice. Days were spent working at their respective jobs, while weekends were consumed by daytrips to antique stores and to local restaurants, or doing repairs around the house. Everything changed when Lillian’s sister showed her a real estate listing for a Victorian mansion. Their lives were promptly fractured into a thousand pieces. Nothing would ever be comfortable or predictable again.
Edwin wasn’t sure what to make of Lillian’s sudden need to see the house.
It was more than just a passing fancy or a decision made after seeing something alluring and wanting a closer look. It was more of an obsession, a dire need as magnetic as the pull of addiction. Once she saw the listing, she had to go there. There was no other option.
It troubled Edwin on several levels. Lillian was usually so fastidious. She wasn’t reckless or prone to impulse. She had an agenda, and she usually stuck with it. It was one of the things he loved most about her. She was consistent. She made lists and schedules; she thought things out to the last detail before she reacted. He knew what to expect of her, and it gave him a great sense of comfort. Her suggesting they go look at a house sixty miles out of town was very much out of character for her. At first, he blamed it on her passion for Victorians.
Lillian had loved Victorians since she was a little girl. She used to live down the street from a beautiful Victorian. She walked past it every day on her way to school, swearing that one day she’d have a house just like it. The dream stayed with her through her adulthood. He often caught her scrolling through the real estate listings, daydreaming about owning one, but it had never advanced to a point where they actually got in the car to go look at one.
By the way she described it, the house they were driving to sounded similar to the house of her childhood dreams. The Second Empire Victorian mansion was over six-thousand square feet in size, and had twenty-six rooms, including a tower that rose above the house, providing sweeping views of South Gardner. According to the realtor, the house had been vacant for the past two years as the owner tried to find a buyer. Every deal that came through for the house mysteriously fell apart. It was as if the house was waiting for the right owner.
Are you excited?
Edwin asked, reaching over to hold Lillian’s hand.
She turned, her lips curving into a broad smile that lit up her entire face. I’m beyond excited. Just imagine living in our own Victorian,
she said, staring wistfully off into space.
Edwin wished he could be half as excited.
Part of his anxiety was based in reality. Victorians were known to be money pits. An old house would require a lot of upkeep, something he wasn’t sure they could handle both physically and financially. He imagined the long hours and the added expenses, and it was enough to make him sigh. The other reason was the uneasy feeling in his gut.
Something just wasn’t right about that house.
He knew it from the minute he called the realtor to request a viewing. The woman had been very strange about it. She asked him at least three times if he was sure he wanted to see that house.
And then there was the dream.
He’d barely fallen asleep the night before, when he found himself in the middle of the strangest dream.
In the dream, he found himself drifting through the massive front door of a Victorian mansion. It was as though he didn’t have feet or legs. He just floated along like a ghost on the wind. He looked up to see a bright chandelier shining above him, the light casting dark whimsical shadows into the corners of the room. To his right, he heard the melodic sound of music.
It was soft and enchanting, the kind of music people listened to at the turn of the century. The house had a glorious feeling to it, as if people were at the highest peak of their lives, thoroughly enjoying all the wealth and splendor it offered them. It was like a vintage snapshot in time, encapsulating the souls who refused to relinquish the moment. He felt himself traveling towards a set of white doors towards the source of the music, unable and unwilling to stop.
The doors swung open as he approached them, and he found himself in the midst of a large social gathering.
People crowded inside the parlor room, dressed in early Victorian finery. Ice cubes clinked in glasses as drinks were served, and the hum of conversation filled the air. Women with bright smiles talked to one another, while dapper men shared confidences over a glass of finely-aged brandy. The room smelled of perfume and pipe smoke, which caught the light as it clouded the air.
No one seemed to notice him as he silently wafted into the room.
He floated among them as if he were invisible.
They smiled and talked to one another, their voices momentarily rising above the lilting sound of the music. As Edwin glided further into the depths, the crowd parted and he became aware of a man sitting in the middle of the room.
Unlike the others, the man was watching him. He was dressed all in black with a debonair mustache that curled upwards at the ends. With his straight carriage and direct gaze, he presented himself as the master of the house. He nodded at Edwin as if welcoming him to the party, a slight knowing smile curving the corners of his lips. And with that, Edwin woke up, feeling disoriented like he just time traveled back from a bygone era.
Lillian squeezed his hand and he glanced back at her, coming back to reality from his daydream. She was still smiling.
We really need something good to happen to us,
she told him.
He sighed again.
It was true. Their dog Casper passed away several months ago, and it was a devastating blow for both of them. Their dogs were like family members, and losing one left a large hole in their lives. Edwin hadn’t seen Lillian smile so broadly since Casper’s death. Maybe this would be a good thing for them both.
He tried to clear his mind of the nagging feelings so he could enjoy the moment.
Lillian was right. They needed something good to happen to them.
Chapter 3
Bill Wallace sat across the street from the Victorian, nursing a beer at the South Gardner Hotel. Voices and music buzzed around him, but he hardly noticed. His eyes trained through the milky window as he stared at the golden-yellow mansion on the corner.
Bill Wallace
Something was changing in that house, and he didn’t like it.
Bill looked like a cross between Santa Claus and Albert Einstein. With his full white beard and wild hair, he came across as an eccentric sort at first, but there was an intelligence and warmth in his eyes that made people reconsider their first impression.
He always knew he was different. Routine things didn’t interest him. He always found himself drawn to the peculiar side of life, the intricacies and the elements that most people never considered. Life was more than what it seemed. He knew this on an empathic, psychic level. While he never called himself a psychic medium, his talents as an empathic medium were undeniable.
His family was known to have the gift of psychic insight. His father used to spend countless hours trying to surprise Bill’s grandmother with a visit, but no matter when they showed up at her house, she was ready for them, often with a meal on the table. Bill’s own abilities didn’t surface until after he died during triple bypass surgery and was successfully resuscitated. When he woke up, he wasn’t the same person.
He could talk to ghosts.
Bill could feel the spirits calling to him as he walked the streets of Gardner. He would look up at the side of the buildings, sometimes seeing an apparition standing there, silently watching him. The Victorian Mansion had been pulling at him for several years.
When most people drove past the house, they looked up at the dark windows and wondered if someone was looking back at them. Bill didn’t have to wonder. He knew they were there.
The spirit of a young woman named Mattie had been there since the late 1800’s. Petite, with long dark hair that she wore in a bun, she once cared for the Pierce children. Bill saw her as a kind person with a charitable heart, but not someone who tolerated nonsense. Chores were scheduled at specific times, and the children were taught to behave. Even though she was long dead, she remained the protector of the house, keeping it safe from trespassers and ensuring the other resident ghosts behaved themselves.
He became aware of her as he drove past the house on Union Street. He heard the sounds of her in his head, singing a folk song he had never heard before. At the time, he discounted the sound as a consequence from his near-death experience, but after a while he couldn’t deny it. She was reaching out to him.
She was calling to him again as he sat across the street, asking for his help.
Unfortunately, Bill had no way of getting inside the house. It had been vacant for two years since the previous owners left. Breaking and entering wasn’t something he was willing to do.
Sorry, Mattie. No can do,
he whispered under his breath.
He looked at the house, wondering what was transpiring behind those dark and dingy windows. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
Bill’s relationship with the mansion started in 2000.
He and his friend Mike were sitting on the hood of his car at the pizza shop across the street, waiting for their order. It was late August and the night was thick with humidity and mosquitoes. Mike was talking about the religious training he was undergoing to become a minister, but Bill hardly heard a word he said. All he could do was stare at the house across the street.
He could feel Mattie lingering near a second floor window, watching him.
Bill was pulled from his daydream when a man burst out of the Victorian mansion and started walking towards them. Bill was immediately captivated by the sight.
The tall, dark-haired man was dressed in a long black coat and had a decided air of confidence to him. Bill laughed when he saw him because, for all the world, he reminded him of Gomez Addams walking out of his creepy haunted house. He was surprised when the man crossed the street and headed towards the pizza shop.
The minute the man approached them, the two made eye contact. Bill, being the jovial type, began humming the theme song to The Addams Family. The man seemed taken back for a moment, but recovered after a minute. The two then introduced themselves.
Mark Veau,
the man said, giving Bill a firm handshake. Bill nodded and introduced himself as well, finding himself instantly drawn to Mark’s unique character. The fact that he owned such a magnificent house only added to the allure.
That’s a beautiful house,
Bill told him, looking over Mark’s shoulder at the yellow mansion. It was as though he couldn’t look away for long before his gaze was pulled back to those spellbinding windows.
Would you like to see it?
Mark asked.
Bill nearly lunged for the door. Very much so,
he said, almost forgetting about his friend in his eagerness to see the house.
They came through the door, and Bill felt the outside world melt away. All he could think about was getting upstairs to see Mattie. Mark introduced him to his fiancée Suzanne, but he barely noticed. His gaze was pulled to the staircase.
As they passed the wall to his right, Bill felt a sizzle run up the side of his body. He stopped and looked at his arm. Every hair was standing on end. It was as if the house had an electrical current running right through it. He could feel it buzzing in the air like a pulse.
He found himself walking towards the stairs. He knew it was odd, not waiting for Mark to lead the tour, but there was something about the upstairs that he had to see. It was where Mattie waited. Being so deliciously close was more than he could handle. He needed to see her now.
Even though he never saw the inside the house before, he instinctively knew the layout. He walked up the servant’s staircase to the second floor, then made his way down the long hallway.
The space was different than it was in the 1880’s when Mattie lived there. The walk-in closet off the master bedroom was once a small sewing room. She liked to sit here and crochet doilies out of bits of string that she found on packages.
The doorway that once connected the room to the second floor landing had been plastered over many years ago, turning it into a closet. Mattie still spent ample amounts of time there, preferring the quietness of the room to the more congested areas of the house. It was where she went to collect her thoughts.
Mattie.
The minute she noticed him, she reached out to him with her mind. She seemed happy to see him, pleased to finally find someone who could communicate with her. She told him many things, the words nearly tumbling out too fast for comprehension. It was as though she’d kept them bottled up for decades and the pressure of releasing them was just too much for her to handle.
Bill?
Mark said, touching his arm. Are you okay?
Bill snapped out of it long enough to explain. Every time I drive by, she calls to me. She likes it here,
he said.
Mark gave him a curious glance. Are you talking about Mattie Cornwell? The nanny?
he asked.
Bill was surprised that Mark knew about Mattie. You know about her?
Mark smiled. Several weeks after we moved in, our contractor told us the house was haunted and asked if he could bring in his two nieces who were mediums. They told me about her,
he said with an incredulous tone. How do you know about her?
Bill told Mark about his gift, never worrying that the other man would think he was crazy. There seemed to be an instant understanding between the two of them that the friendship would never be what other people considered normal. Bill was just as colorful as Mark.
She takes care of the house. She always has,
he told Mark. This house sat empty for over twenty years before you bought it. Do you ever wonder how this house made it through the years of being abandoned without suffering immense damage?
he asked.
Mark looked at him inquisitively. What do you mean?
Bill pointed to the pristine woodwork that framed every window, doorway, floor, and ceiling. You would think after twenty years of sitting empty with people sneaking in here day and night, someone would have carved their initials into the woodwork, or even burned one of the doors for warmth. Mattie’s the reason why they didn’t.
Mark nodded and then shared a story of his own. I’ve had several psychics tell me the same thing. There’s even a police report to prove it. Back in the seventies, Mattie chased two guys out of here,
Mark said.
Really?
Mark smiled. Yeah, they were just thugs. They were were up to no good. They broke into the house, thinking they were going to steal something, but they got the crap scared out of them instead. Somebody called the police because one of the guys ended up outside on the ground in a fetal position blubbering about being chased out of the house. Apparently, the cops searched the house and didn’t find anyone inside. They told the guy on the sidewalk that he must have imagined it. There was nobody in the house. The guy looked up at them from the sidewalk and stated, ‘I said we were chased out of the house. I didn’t say it was somebody,’
Mark finished with a smile.
He went on to share what he knew about Mattie Cornwell.
She was born in 1859 in Nova Scotia, Canada. She was twenty-one when she came to work for the Pierce family as a servant in the house. Her primary focus was caring for the Pierce children. She was firm but loving with the children, keeping them mindful of their manners and helping them grow into the influential men they would one day become.
Later research would show that Mattie died at the young age of twenty-five from an acute inflammation of the hip just two years after getting married. Her tragedy would be just one among many at the Victorian mansion. It was as if the house collected them, like some people collected old coins.
Bill opened his mouth to respond, but was suddenly overwhelmed by a tightening in his chest. He slumped back against the wall as the world faded