Dover, NH – Ghost of Richard ‘Salt Eye’ Storr

ocean waveDover (NH) can be an ideal location for off-the-beaten-path ghost hunting. Sometimes, Dover’s ghosts are overshadowed by the spirits of nearby Portsmouth.

One of Dover’s earliest ghosts provides great historical insights as well as some spectacular hauntings.

Richard ‘Salt Eye’ Storr haunts near downtown Dover, and perhaps along the water’s edge, too. He manifests as a floating ball of light — a glowing orb — up to a foot across, and between three and eight feet above the ground.

His Storr family history is a bit murky. It appears that Augustine Storr (or Storre) came from Lincolnshire, England with his sons William and Richard (or Robert), in 1636 and lived in Exeter, NH for some years.

RICHARD AND WILLIAM – A STUDY IN CONTRASTS

Richard — the much younger son — seems to have been the ‘black sheep’ of the family, and left home early. (The origin of his nickname — ‘Salt Eye’ — is unknown, but assumed to relate to his career at sea.) Richard Storr was very different from his Puritanical church-going brother William, but both of them moved to Dover.

William’s choice was odd because he was an avid fan of Puritanism. One of his prized possessions was a copy of a eulogy for the Puritan Rev. Hildersam of Leicester, England. However, in 1641, Dover — the town the brothers moved to — was named after Robert Dover, who’d resisted Puritanism.

Was that an early bone of contention between the brothers and their chosen home? Was that behind ghost stories related to the Storrs?

It’s difficult to be certain.

‘SALT EYE’ AND THE SEA

According to legend, young Richard Storr left home around age 12 aboard a ship where he was a ‘powder monkey’ or member of a gun crew.

By the time he was in his early 20s, he was Captain Richard ‘Salt Eye’ Storr, and master of his own schooner. However, by all accounts he was a generous captain. His crew liked and admired him.

In fact, he was one of the earliest known Colonial captains with a schooner; that style of ship didn’t become popular in America until around the Revolution.

But, this was typical of Captain Storr. He was forward-thinking and independent. Schooners required a much smaller crew than other ships of his day. That may be why he chose it. He seemed to prefer a sense of privacy.

By 1670, ‘Old Salt Eye’ had retired from the sea. He built a sturdy log home overlooking the water, near Dover Point where Back Road meets Middle Road. That was his only known home, after his retirement.

THE COCHECO MASSACRE

When the center of Dover town moved from Dover Point further inland to ‘Cocheco’, where Major Richard Waldron build a sawmill and gristmill, Salt Eye refused to budge from his home.

Around this time, his brother William started spelling his surname name ‘Storer’, perhaps to differentiate from his eccentric brother. (Their father, Augustine, had died years earlier in Wells, Maine.)

Waldron secured favor with the British government by inviting Native Americans to a celebration. He told them that he was staging a ‘sham’ Indian war against his own soldiers, as a display for visiting officials. About 400 members of the Abenaki Nation showed up, and were promptly put in chains. Half escaped or — as the Waldron told the story — were set free. Some of the captured Indians were executed. About 200 were sent to Boston and sold as slaves in ‘foreign parts’.

Waldron was rewarded by being named Chief Justice for New Hampshire.

Salt Eye Storr was almost put in the chains himself for walking brazenly through town in Indian garb, protesting Waldron’s duplicity. But, Salt Eye avoided charges and the matter seems to have been forgotten, except in a few historical records.

ABENAKI REVENGE AND SALT EYE’S ROLE IN HISTORY

Some years later, the Abenaki had their revenge. Before dawn on June 28th, 1689, the Indians attacked Cocheco village. Waldron was killed with his own sword. Several houses were burned, and about a quarter of the colonists were killed.

Old Salt Eye lived far from the scene of the Cocheco Massacre, as it was later called. He didn’t know what had happened until he arrived in town the next day, to pick up supplies. Because of his years as a sea captain, he had rudimentary medical skills. So, he went from house to house in Cocheco, treating the wounded.

He stayed for several days, and perhaps weeks.

When he’d done all that he could, he returned to his isolated cabin where — according to local records — he lived for the rest of his days.

Today, no one knows where Richard ‘Salt Eye’ Storr’s grave is. He might have been buried near his cabin. More likely, he was buried in Dover Burial Ground, at Dover Point Road and Royer Lane. [map]

THE GHOST OF SALT EYE STORR

According to legend, Richard ‘Salt Eye’ Storr’s ghost still visits Cocheco village — today, the downtown area of Dover — to be sure that the villagers remains safe.

Watch for his glowing orb on warm, foggy nights, especially around the anniversary of the Massacre, at the end of June.

He’s most often spotted near the intersection of Central Ave. and Washington Street, in the vicinity of the historic marker and has also been seen near the Post Office.

Others report him closer to the water’s edge.

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Related reports:

  • X-Zone RadioRaven Duclos’ insights into the ghost of Richard Storr, “A trained medium, Duclos says that Storr is trying to communicate with Dover residents because his death has not yet been validated and his story remains untold.” (Reprint of Jim Haddadin’s article in Foster’s Daily Democrat newspaper.)

This article (originally at HollowHill.com) was the first to report this ghost story. Though I’ve listed historical records supporting it, I don’t claim it’s a “real ghost.”

Gilson Road Cemetery, NH – Odd Hole in Gravestone

This is an odd gravestone. It’s unique because I can’t find a reasonable explanation for it.

Walter Gilson's headstone.
Walter Gilson’s headstone.

Gilson Road Cemetery in Nashua, New Hampshire is eerie enough. However, this early 19th-century headstone has a hole in it. The marker is very old slate and the hole is like something drilled, not a bullet hole.

Does anyone know what this might be?

The headstone says:

Walter Gilson
son of Mr. Joseph & Mrs. Lucy Gilson
died August 28th, 1811
age 5 yrs 8 mos 25 days

The stone is old and dry. There are no cracks radiating from the opening to suggest that anything impacted it. The back of the stone is not fragmented in chunks as it would be from a bullet. No other headstones or signs in the area have been shot.

Here is a b&w photo showing the opening in the stone:

Walter Gilson's headstone

And here is a close-up of the opening:

Close-up of Walter Gilson's stone

That’s lichen on the inside edge of the opening, not highlights.

The surface is quite smooth, especially considering that the stone is rugged and ancient slate.

People who’ve examined this headstone on site, believe that the hole was probably drilled. But why…?

The lettering doesn’t go around the hole, so the damage occurred after the stone was carved.

And, the stone is in the middle of the cemetery, so — even if we could explain this as a careless shot by a vandal — the stone is too far from the road for that to make sense.

It’s very odd.

This cemetery more than earns its creepy reputation.

Hollis, NH – Blood cemetery’s Gothic inscriptions

Abel Blood's grave
Abel Blood’s grave

The following are just a few of the very Gothic inscriptions on headstones at the Blood Cemetery (aka Pine Hill Cemetery) on Nartoff Road in Hollis, NH.

From the headstone of Mrs. Rebecca Alexanders, died 24 Nov 1799:

Behold my friends as you pass by
As you are now so once was I
As I am now you soon must be
Prepare for death and follow me

From the headstone of Caleb Farley, Jun., died 17 Jul 1810:

Friends and Physicians could not save
My mortal body from the grave
Nor can the grave confine me here
When Christ shall call me to appear

From the headstone of Caleb Farley’s wife, Abigail, died 14 Dec 1819:

What though our in bred sins require
Our flesh to see the dust
Yet as the Lord our Savior rose
So all his followers must

These are just a few of the eerie inscriptions which appear on about one-third of the ancient headstones in this cemetery.

There were even more wonderful headstones with inscriptions, but those stones have been stolen.

Several, such as the Farley sisters’ headstones, have disappeared in recent years, and were replaced by plain markers without the flowery inscriptions.

That’s such a senseless loss.

(Also, the commercial market for stolen gravestones is one reason why the police are so watchful of cemeteries after dark.)

If you go ghost hunting in cemeteries, be sure to read the gravestone inscriptions. They provide helpful insights related to the era and the family of the person in that grave. Those ideas and sentiments may also give you a good idea why he or she haunts the cemetery.

As I reported in my article about the Haunted ‘Old Burying Yard’ of York, Maine, if someone’s headstone says, “I must lie here till Christ appears,” it’s likely that a spirit is near that grave, waiting.

Gilson Road Cemetery, NH – First Ghost Investigations (1999)

 

From the moment I first heard local legends about Gilson Road Cemetery, I was intrigued.

That’s when it was still an isolated cemetery, far from streetlights and surrounded by dense trees on both sides of the road.

The nearest house was at least 1/4 mile away.

Despite its isolation – and partly because of it – Gilson Road Cemetery became the focus of my research, and an ideal place to test new equipment and train new investigators.

In the years that followed, the road was lowered, a subdivision moved in across the street, and the surroundings were landscaped.

Due to my online reports, Gilson Road Cemetery became a popular spot for visitors looking for a “good scare.” (That’s rarely a good idea.)

 

This page and those that follow describe what Gilson Road Cemetery was like during our early, formal investigations.

These are the people who visited the cemetery with me on 5 November 1999. I have changed most of their names to protect their privacy.

Alan, then a second-degree Black Belt karate instructor with a casual interest in ghosts. Ordinarily he has nerves of steel and a quick sense of humor. He knew the most about this cemetery.

Jane, a friend of Alan. At the time, she was a sophomore in college, and a skeptic who claimed she wanted to know more about the paranormal. (I’m not sure if, later, her experiences with us helped her change her mind. At the very least, I hope she learned not to be snarky about ghosts… not in haunted settings, anyway.)

Nancy, a professional photographer, 46-year-old mother of Alice. She was interested in the paranormal and intrigued by my “ghost photos,” but insisted she was not psychic. She was one of my very closest friends.

Alice, then a high school student who reminded us of a delighted “Alice in Wonderland.” She’s psychically gifted.

James, my son, also a high school student. Mostly a skeptic, he noticed “odd” things and always tried to find rational explanations for them.  Sometimes, his skepticism irked me, but I’m sure I still annoy him even more often.  I love him more than words can say.

wall and headstone at Gilson Road cemetery

THE STORY

When Alan first told me about haunted Gilson Road Cemetery, it sounded intriguing. He’d been there one eerie Halloween night, years ago. Since then he’d heard the haunted history of the site.

I love a good “ghost story,” so this sounded like a great place to explore.

On the afternoon of November 5th, Alan drove Jane and me to the cemetery, about fifteen minutes from my house. The cemetery was small, a little too quiet, and – in 1999 – it was in a very rural location. The oddest thing was, the stone wall surrounding the graveyard was far too large for the sparse number of stones in it.

Several gravestones at Gilson Rd Cemetery

I later learned that most of the graves in the cemetery aren’t marked.

Alan had heard that a home had been there in Colonial times, and murders had taken place in the home… or at least nearby.

Then the house had burned to the ground.

Local residents decided it was wisest to use the land as a cemetery rather than try building on it again.

The afternoon we visited the Gilson Road Cemetery, the sun was shining. It was an unusually warm afternoon for so late in the year.

We should have had a fun time wandering among the fallen leaves and ancient headstones. It was a lovely setting.

Jane seemed to have the most fun. She joked and laughed happily, reading the very Gothic notes on the headstones. However, her humor became sarcastic and a little too loud as we continued to explore the 18th- and 19th-century headstone. Was she nervous, or just caught up in the moment?

At first, Alan and I went along with Jane’s high spirits. Soon, I felt uncomfortable, and then edgy. Something was very, very wrong about that cemetery, and I could practically grasp the antagonism I began to feel, emanating from the air around me as Jane continued to joke.

I took a few photographs, and we left. I felt very uneasy about the experience, but made excuses to myself. After all, it was a very old cemetery. The odd hole in one headstone seemed kind of creepy; perhaps that had unnerved me more than it should have. Well, that’s what I told myself.

Later that night, six of us returned to the cemetery, to try some night photography.

I had shaken off my earlier uneasiness, and when our group gathered to drive to the cemetery, we were in the mood for a fun evening hike.

It turned out very differently.

Next, Alan encounters something unusual, and Jane learns not to joke in cemeteries
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Article notes: This was my first, formal report about Gilson Road Cemetery in Nashua, New Hampshire.

This website – Hollow Hill – was also the first to report Gilson Road Cemetery as a truly haunted location. (Until then, it was just a local legend.)

As I’m updating this article in 2016, over 15 years later, Gilson is still one of the richest, most reliable sites for ghost hunting.

As one ghost researcher wrote to us late in 2007, “I am a Psychic and Medium and I have NEVER experienced so much paranormal activity.”

 

Ghostly Mischief and a Camera at Halloween (True Story)

Ghostly mischief and a camera at Halloween

 

If you’re looking for ghostly mischief, the best night for that might be Halloween.

However, in the northeast U.S., Halloween can be sultry or freezing cold.

This year (1999), the weather turned unusually warm.  Halloween night was perfect for ghost hunting.

After dropping my son at a church youth social, I decided to return Blood Cemetery (aka Pine Hill Cemetery) in Hollis, NH.

I wanted to take some quick photos from the roadside.

(Like many New England cemeteries, Pine Hill is closed from dusk to dawn. I don’t go into cemeteries when they’re closed.)

I carried my “old reliable” 35mm (analog/film) point-and-shoot camera, which I’d used for years. (This was before digital cameras were trustworthy, and long before phones’ cameras were among the very best for photos.)

I’d taken over 100 photos with it during the two weeks before this, and it had worked perfectly. In fact, about half of my photos are taken in low-light conditions using the flash.

On this evening…

  • the batteries were fresh,
  • the film was fine, and
  • there was nothing to jam the camera.

Nothing could go wrong… right?

Well, maybe.

A few (ghostly?) chills…

Since it was Halloween, I felt a little nervous as I approached the pitch dark graveyard. In fact, I shivered, even though the evening was warm.

The cemetery’s scary, haunted reputation didn’t bother me as much as being alone on a very deserted road.

Because Blood Cemetery had closed at dusk, I stood at the side of the road, staring into the eerie darkness. It was as if something wanted my attention… but I didn’t know what.

So, I started taking photos at random, pointing the camera into Blood Cemetery.

(I have no idea why, except that I was there. I mean, I felt like I should do something related to ghost hunting.)

That’s when things went weird

I pushed the button to take a photo.

Click.

Nothing happened. No flash, just the film advancing.

Click again. Still no flash, as I was using up film.

Click. Click. Click.

It took me eleven photos to realize that my flash was not going to work.

Yes, eleven flashless photos of total darkness.

“Great,” I muttered. “Ghostly mischief scores a win.”

Then, to make things worse, the police – who patrol the cemetery regularly at this time of year – arrived and asked me to “move along.”

(My team and I always respect the laws, especially at haunted sites. And, when the police ask us to leave, we do so, immediately.)

Abel Blood's headstone, Hollis, NH
Abel Blood’s haunted headstone at Pine Hill Cemetery, Hollis, NH

Something didn’t make sense

Of course, I left, but I kept muttering to myself about my camera. Fresh film, fresh batteries, a good camera… why had it suddenly failed?

For the next few minutes, I went through a checklist in my head. Sure, it was easy to blame it on ghostly mischief.

However, that wasn’t enough for me.

I needed a logical reason why the flash had abruptly stopped working, for eleven photos in a row.

About two miles from the cemetery, I stopped at a red light. Figuring that I had nothing to lose, I picked up my camera and took a quick photo of… well, the car seat.

After all, it was right there.

FLASH!

Yes, the flash was suddenly working again.

Hmm… I wasn’t going to let a camera glitch – or Blood Cemetery – spoil my Halloween ghost hunting.

Challenge accepted!

I drove another ten minutes to another old cemetery. It was “Schoolhouse Cemetery” in Nashua, NH. It’s the early burial ground next to Spit Brook Plaza shopping center.

But, at the time, that burial ground did not have a “haunted” reputation. (With lots of traffic on at least one side, and an apartment complex along one side, it’s not a great research location.)

There, I took another dozen photos to finish the roll of film, and the flash worked fine every time.

Evidence suggests…

Frankly, although it doesn’t feel that odd to me, I may have to accept that Blood Cemetery is, indeed, haunted. Abel Blood’s headstone is just one landmark among several local haunted cemeteries.

(Since writing this article, I’ve heard that Abel Blood’s grave marker has been stolen, perhaps twice. And then returned. If that’s true, I’m not surprised. It would be the gravest mistake – no pun intended – to steal a gravestone with such an eerie reputation.)

I’ve inspected my camera and batteries. Nothing seemed amiss.

Was the problem paranormal? Just a bit of ghost mischief?

Maybe. Even now, I have no reasonable explanation for the abrupt, location-specific failure of my camera.

I know that this sounds like a campfire tale from a Scouting trip. However, it’s what really happened.

I can’t think of a reasonable explanation. Not for eleven photos with a very reliable Olympus camera. The camera had worked fine for years before, and – as I update this story in 2020, over 20 years later – that camera has never failed since.

(However, other cameras have reacted weirdly at haunted cemeteries, too.)

Blood Cemetery seemed like a comfortable old graveyard before these experiences. But, it took me months to feel comfortable returning there.

Even today, I’m a little edgy about that cemetery.

Yes, something’s just not right at Blood Cemetery.

Hollis, NH – Blood Cemetery, Where Strangers Chat About Ghosts (2001)

No matter what you’ve seen on TV, ghost hunting isn’t filled with drama or apparitions.  Most of the time, the energy is subtle and your experiences will reflect your patience and sensitivity at the site.

Headstones at Pine Hill (Blood) Cemetery, Hollis, NH

It was 2001, and Halloween was fast approaching. On this evening, I felt far more confident that I would capture something.

Also, from earlier ghost hunting experiences, I was using more sensitive film than in the past.

That evening, for some reason, I also felt more welcomed in the cemetery.

I don’t like going to cemeteries alone. That’s not because of ghosts, but because it’s foolish for a woman to be alone in a deserted place.

Also, using a flash camera can attract unwanted attention from anyone passing by.

However, on this evening – on a whim – I arrived alone.

When I arrived, another young woman was in the cemetery. She said she was taking a walk, and always liked to pause at Pine Hill Road’s Cemetery.

Remember, this was in 2001. “Ghost Hunters” TV series – which helped popularize ghost hunting – didn’t air until 2004. Ghost hunting wasn’t mainstream yet.

So, it could have been awkward to admit to looking for ghosts at that cemetery.

To my surprise, it wasn’t. My new companion seemed enthusiastic about the ghosts and spirits she regularly encountered at that cemetery.

We chatted about the history of the cemetery, its ghosts, the missing gravestones, and so on.

And then, she left.

I did not feel ‘alone’ in the cemetery this time, but I also didn’t fear whatever was with me.

Some stones seemed to attract me more than others, but I also knew I needed to click the shutter at just the right moment, to catch the ghosts’ elusive images.

I left, feeling certain that I had at least one anomaly on film. It seemed as if the cemetery was getting comfortable with me, and vice versa.

Several photos had odd lights in them; I’m fairly certain they are just reflections of an animal’s eyes in the low shrubs that surround the cemetery. The quality of them is very different from the orbs.

(Next time I will arrive earlier and wait longer before taking photos. And I probably won’t go alone, for normal safety reasons.)

Most popular Blood Cemetery gravestones and nearby areas

  • I particularly like the headstone of ‘Mrs. Elizabeth’ in the oldest section of the cemetery (southwest corner). It has a comforting but eerie ambience.
  • The young woman on that October evening walk commented that she’s drawn to the Farley sisters, whose stones disappeared several years ago. (Modern markers have replaced those stones, in the southeast side of the cemetery.)
  • Of course, the Abel Blood gravestone is legendary. Unfortunately, it’s been stolen (and brought back, hastily) several times. I don’t recommend spending much time around it.
  • At the far left, back side of the cemetery, and at the far right, front side of the cemetery, you may sense a different kind of energy. To me, it didn’t seem ghostly. It’s something else, and while it seems rather sweet, I’m not sure that I’d trust it.

In general, Blood Cemetery on Pine Hill Road (Hollis, NH) is a truly nice, rural location. Visit it when you’re near Nashua, NH. It’s a little over an hour north of Boston, Massachusetts.