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Instead of running another page on this years memorial
investigation, dedicated to the murder of the Trim family, I decided to put it in front of last years. Sure this
year we filmed a 15 minute full color 774 mb video, but figured you didn't want to wade through last years investigations
to get to it. No media coverage, this year, due only to my semi-retirement from having my picture linked to gruesome
murders.
So the end result is a straight forward documentary, chronicling the
last moments of Melissa, Josie and Robert Trim. 2 parts, make sure you have plenty of tissue, shouldn't be a dry eye
in the house.
LAST YEARS NO LESS IMPORTANT
INVESTIGATION
OCTOBER 13, 2006
Starting Monday the 9TH we began a week long
investigation into the Paths that Captain Edward Smith traveled on his last week of freedom, before he was convicted of the
triple homicide that took place on the night of the 13th, a Friday then and a Friday now 130 years later.
Captain Smith, left his wife at that home on Franklin Street,
to go to his father's where he planned to hunt with his Brother David, and do odd jobs for friends and relatives, before he
had to be back in town at weeks end to work for Mr. Emery at his store in the Emery Block.
This is the schoolhouse where Smith taught, and on the
night of the 13, he passed on the way from A. J. Harriman's to his fathers. Part of his defense was that he correctly
identified which lights were on and at what time of the night.
Smith worked for the Emerton Farm part of that week.
Wednesday he stayed at the Trim Farm, directly across the street and did several odd jobs for his friend Robert Trim, who
he had lived with the year before for several months with his wife.
The Emerton Farm close enough to almost feel the heat from
the fire that dark October night. In case you missed the entire page before this one. You might need a recap,
before progressing further.
This is the route taken by Melissa after she left Ada upon
returning from the post office. She was never seen alive again. Harriman's House, was where Smith had been
working for his sister-in-law and left soon after Melissa and Ada went to the Post Office. He went directly behind the
house, through the woods on a known path to him, and came out on the back road. Then he walked past the schoolhouse
and to his fathers, deciding it was to late to stop, he continued on to his house and made it as testified by several before
10 o'clock.
That was then, this is now....
I've always said, that if I ever found any paranormal evidence
in these murder cases I would report it. I always have a no exploitation policy, when it comes to Grave stones.
Robert Trim's murder was never tried, in a Court of Law, nor was his granDdaughter Josie's. His daughter Melissa was.
When we visited the cemetery where Mr. Trim is buried, and I attempted EVP sweeps of a lot of the key witnesses on both sides.
My usually reluctant co-investigator in most investigations, sensitive to spirits waited till later, before she told me of
a shadowy figure, she envisioned when she closed her eyes, kneeling at the grave of Robert Trim. By waiting to
tell me, she probably saved me from making a fool of myself, cartwheels, that sort of thing. So it is with no disrespect
that I exhibit a photo of his grave.
Paranormal Investigation:
Location: Trim Farm Foundation
Date: October 13, 2006
Time: 6-7 our time 7-8 their time
As with the Sarah Ware investigation, I had high hopes for the 130
year anniversary to the minute. I and my co-investigator had invited a special guest as a ride along, to see my zany
sarcasm first hand.
The initial backstory went well, and when we headed for the cars, to
journey out to the site, my 4 year old car, which has never had a hiccup, proudly exhibited a check engine light. As
ultra concerned with all things vehicle, I kept the lid on my boiling anxiety. I was pretty sure, we could make it out
to the site, but I silently wondered would I be walking back like Smith, the 5-6 mile hike, and if so would I make it before
Most Haunted came on the tele?
The sun was setting, and it was getting dark and chilly fast.
Unfortunately, not fast enough to persuade what seemed like the dozens of kids that were hooping and hollering, from all over
the rural neighborhood, long after dark. With several attempts to get my co-investigator to go over and clean house,
I quickly focused on photo evidence, even after dark, and the howler monkey's were still howling, I took 90 6mp photos my
nifty new sony allowed.
50 or so photos later, and well past 6:30 the after dark marching band
practice died down, and I as well as the others finally attempted some EVP sweeps.
The Foundation, the driveway, the road, the foundation. At one
point my co-investigator, starting to feel a little spiritual enlightenment, asked a question, and was immediately answered
by what could have passed for a kennel of Baskerville Hounds, or a entire pack of fox hounds on the hunt. Then she claimed
to have the recorder actually knocked out of her hand into the ditch. Of course later, I debunked that she might have
actually been getting chilly hands, and dropped the recorder. She handed me the recorder, claiming to be done for the
night.
Completely dark now, after wondering out to the foundation, and seeing
a fast moving shadow, low to the ground and climbing up out of the corner of the foundation, I excitedly switched to night
mode, which meant breaking out the Coleman lantern, placing it on the driveway, as a ceremonial camp fire/ safe haven.
Breaking out and dusting off my double barreled intense halogen spotlight, and strapping it to my head, making me look like
a certain bad guy in the later Star Trek series (Borg) and quickly charging back out to the spot where I just saw the possible
squirrel/black cat and snapping several pictures.
A eerie mist was starting to roll in (hopefully not off the Moors,
don't even mention Rufus Moore) I took one photo that captured a very distinct and impressive shadow matrix, complete with
what looks like eyeglasses, a personal first, which I didn't discover until much later.
Not willing to give up on the EVP's after waiting so long, a wondered
out to the road, about the time that Melissa was last seen, and barely dodging a farm tractor, moving fast up the hill, I
started the recorder. Instantly after I asked my question, a dog barked down towards Harriman's. Never missing
a beat, I said bark once for no, and 2 barks for yes, at which point the dog barked twice, and then not again.
It was getting that time, the relentless traffic, wasn't giving up,
and so we all agreed to pack it up, and call it a night.
I made sure to retrieve my second recorder from the hood of my car,
which I had left running for over a half hour of my witty comments, laughter, kids yelling, and squirrels chirping.
We both backed out and headed back the long 5 miles back to town.
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As with 90 percent of my investigations, there are always
personal accounts, although can't be proved, if not caught on evp or photo, should still be mentioned. Especially, when
the big-wigs do it every week, and they have a budget, and tv show. I didn't capture the black shadow crawling up out
of the foundation, but I did get it looking down from the trees. The grey misty shadow from across the street, that
kept low and glided up towards the Emertons, I didn't capture, but would pass a lie detector that I witnessed it.
My Co-Investigator, whom whenever she starts to talk of swirling images
and visions (after humming the theme from the twilight zone), I take with complete trust, and as ireputable fact. Plus
the fact that she never tells me to the next day, after I've worked up all the evidence, and it's way, way to late for me
to react, and concentrate where I should be investigating.
As with the vision at Mr. Trim's Grave, and the 2 time before vision,
of a shadowy figure walking home, from Harriman's, this time she claimed to have actually lost time, after getting the recorder
knocked from her hand. When we left she thought it was 8:30 instead of almost 7:30. She also said, that during
an EVP, with her eyes closed, she saw a shadow figure of a woman making it back to the house that night, and at
which point, shadows swirled around and encompassed her.
After severe and thorough interrogation by me, we agreed on our current
theory, although varying slightly. I believe, 75 % that Rufus Moore and Nathan Emerton, murdered Melissa, and then
realizing what they had done, murdered the other 2 to cover up, and then they set the fire to cover the crime. Accounting
for the blood trail, by Melissa, surprising the boys at home, and then running for help, across the pasture, at which point
they caught up to her, and killed her and carried her back to the barn. She didn't run directly across the street, to
the Emerton's, knowing who was involved, instead trying for the further Harrimans, across the pastures and fence.
My Co-Investigator only slightly differing, believing the blood trail
was planted later, to help in the cover-up. Since no one was left alive that could discount their tail of waiting 2
hours, for Melissa to come back, and then at 9 o'clock they went and walked down to the Post Office. Not telling Trim,
and not telling him that they did not find her.
Ghost Hunter Always Up for a New Challenge.
Written by Nick Gosling
Ellsworth American Newspaper Thursday, October 26,2006
BUCKSPORT — If it’s a mystery, possibly involving murder and has the potential for a ghost, you can bet ******
******* will be there.
And while many mysteries remain unsolved, ghost hunter and haunt debunker ******* is applying nontraditional science and
a lot of research to shed, he hopes, new light on old cases.
******* has run a paranormal Web site, Maine Supernatural, for a little over a year. The site chronicles his research and
lists the evidence he’s collected during his ghost-hunting expeditions over the past year — ghost-hunting expeditions
that have taken him to cemeteries, forgotten woods trails and about 10 “haunted” houses in Bucksport and nearby
towns.
One of ********* latest trips wasn’t to any of the above locations but to an old granite foundation about five miles
from the town center on the Bucksmills Road — the site of a triple homicide that occurred 130 years ago.
The case, known as the Trim murders, is a triple homicide wrapped in mystery.
On Oct. 13, 1876, Robert Trim, an elderly resident of Bucksport, along with his widowed daughter, Melissa Thayer, and Thayer’s
4-year-old daughter, Josie, were burned to death at the Trim farm.
Trim’s barn and carriage house were burned to the ground and the bodies of both Melissa and her father were found
in the buildings.
The body of Thayer’s daughter was never found.
The evidence of Melissa’s bloodied scarf and a blood trail suggested Melissa was murdered and then dragged to the
barn. No one saw the murders occur and the nearby neighbors arrived at the scene long after the fire had consumed the buildings.
A ship’s captain, Edward Melvin Smith, an acquaintance of the family, was arrested and charged with the triple homicide
based on some bloodied clothes he had in his possession (he had been hunting that week) and because he had been seen near
the Trim homestead the night of the murders.
Smith was also accused of stealing $750 from the Trim home, a potential motive for killing Thayer and then her father.
He was sentenced to life in prison and died in custody in 1908.
On Oct. 13, 2006, exactly 130 years to the day and hour that Thayer and her family were supposedly murdered, ******* and
a co-investigator, who didn’t want to be named, stood at the site of the Trim homestead. Their hope was that Melissa
Thayer herself or her father would reveal the details of their deaths.
“I need proof,” said ******* earlier that day about believing in ghosts. “I’m kind of on the fence.
I’ve seen some weird stuff and I’ve heard some weird stuff.”
But ever the skeptic, ******* said that you can explain away 80 percent of the ghost “evidence” you uncover.
Though he’s amassed a binder full of reports and stories about the Trim murders and pored over the details of the
crime and the locations mentioned in the trial, ******* is still not completely convinced the judge convicted the right man.
“Smith didn’t get away with it, but we didn’t know if he did it or not,” said *******. “He
denied it through every trial.”
******* hopes to find the answers himself.
“It’s kind of interesting to find the answer,” he said. “Maybe turn over a piece of evidence that
was overlooked.”
So how do you get a ghost to talk?
EVP.
Electronic Voice Phenomenon, is the practice of using electronic audio devices such as radios or tape recorders to pick
up communications from ghosts or spirits. And it’s done as simply as recording the noise around you with a handheld
recorder and analyzing the tape.
“Does anybody want to say anything tonight?” ******** asks into the recorder.
Keeping still to avoid making noise, he waits a minute and then turns the recorder off. Later, he’ll analyze the
tapes and filter out any explainable noises to see what’s left.
When 7:30 p.m. rolls around, the last time Melissa Thayer was ever seen, ******* is deep into making EVP recordings and
snapping photographs of the site. He works low budget with a couple of recorders and a Sony digital camera — devices
that you can buy at almost any electronics store. But they still do the job.
Though the night’s investigation yields only a couple of interesting photos (available on his Web site) but little
else, ******* will have to wait for another night to hear what the ghosts have to say. Until then, the mysteries of the case
have been taken to the grave — quite literally.
******* wonders if Smith is guilty of the murders: no one else could vouch for the captain’s whereabouts at the time
they occurred. But Smith was just one of many people seen hanging around the Trim homestead that night before the murders
— and the only one who was accused of murder.
“We’ve got plenty of answers, just not who did it,” said *******.
****** ********** Web site can be viewed at http://mysite.verizon.net/vzeqnk8x
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