A Halloween porch. . .
This was the front porch of “The Firs” in New Baltimore, Michigan, between 1901 and 1910.* At that time, it was a summer boarding house.
Although the ladies above look calm enough, throughout the 20th century — and up until the house was torn down in 2005 — many residents, visitors, and trespassers reported weird phenomena there.
Lights flickered, dishes flew off the table, strange voices were heard, and invisible fingers stroked girls’ hair. Ghostly figures were sometimes seen — particularly those of a young woman, an older man, and a child playing in the yard — or so ’twas said.
The residence was first known as Hatheway House, for Gilbert Hatheway, a businessman who built it about 1860.
When he died in 1871, the house went to his son, James S. H. P. Hatheway. James had one daughter, Mabel, who died in March of 1881.
Mabel was only twenty at the time of her demise and had married a man from another town just three months earlier. Local legend has her being killed from a fall down the Hatheway House stairs.
One account of the alleged incident notes that her father, irritable from chronic pain, was also unhappy with her choice of husband; another brings up an older cousin with anger management issues. In at least one version of Mabel’s slight history, she is mentally ill.
In the late 1800s, the Hatheway family moved out of the house, and it became The Firs.
About the same time, or perhaps later during the WWI years, the west side of the building was turned into a small hospital, run by Dr. Virginia French. It was never a home for the insane, although that was the creepier story often passed down.
I haven’t been able to find out what happened to the property later in the 20th century, except that it seems to have been empty by the late 1990s, if not well before — perhaps because of its reputation as a haunted house.
Naturally, teenagers found it a fun place to explore at night and vandalize. In August 2005, much to the neighbors’ relief by one account, the house was demolished. However, there continue to be reports of strange lights and noises in the ruins of the basement.
You can scroll through more (and larger) images of The Firs by clicking on ‘Continue reading’ below and then on any thumbnail in the gallery.
*Photos by Detroit Publishing Co., via Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division.
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I am definitely getting older when all I notice is the steep front steps with no hand rail!
I think it was actually those porch steps that did in poor Mabel.
I can’t look at photos of beautiful raised boardwalk paths through wetlands without thinking about how I would fall off them.
Sad that older houses are being demolished with none caring about the historic value..Maybe this place was haunted but it looks beautiful .
It was a beautiful place. But after it was a b&b and a small hospital, it was divided into apartments. And then it was empty for a number of years. The damage may have been too much for later owners to repair.
Then there are the local legends about deaths in the house. The Washington Post has an article today about selling properties after murders: https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/style/murder-houses-the-haunting-final-chapter-in-true-crime-stories/2015/11/02/3a2dbe70-7de1-11e5-beba-927fd8634498_story.html?hpid=hp_local-news_murderhouse-652p%3Ahomepage%2Fstory