The Haunting at Bradmar


Awesome, article. Thank you for the great read!

I grew up next door to Bradmar, and my best friend, Pelham Bradley, and I had many adventures there. I met Mrs. Work a few months before she passed away. She had a chaise lounge in her living room, next to her beautiful Steinway grand piano, which I was privileged to play on. She would pull a long, tasseled braided rope when she needed something. I witnessed the beam that she claimed she would split when she died. The beam was ten inches across--enormous. The split was very odd--jagged slashes down its entire middle, rather than a center split. I also saw Mrs. Work's ghost one night in the late Sixties. She was standing in the solarium at the south end of the house. She was visible for around a minute, and I had an eerie feeling that she was trying to ask us something. (Incidentally, the pool table in the solarium was an exact replica of Al Capone's table). I also witnessed the family seances, and saw the table on which six of their elbows rested move back and forth. Also, whenever I stayed over for the night Pelham and I heard what sounded very much like heavy chains dragging in the long upper hallway. Although the house had hot water radiators, this clanging was different. Another interesting fact: Temple Buel lived next door to Bradmar. June Canino, who married him, was my mother's best friend. Odd how many things come full circle.

I grew up in this home! I think about it all the time. I just hopped online to do a little research on it, and I am SO happy to find some of its history. However, we always referred to the home as “Tallwood.” Ethel and I were very well acquainted! As were my parents. I think they purchased the home in 1988 or ‘89. I never saw her figure (wish I did!), but her presence was heavily felt by many. My family and friends have plenty of stories about Ethel. Most of them seemed to be fun practical jokes, and at times, it seemed like she just wanted to show her love and affection towards me as a kid. That house is one in a million and I hope the home and Ethel are forever treasured!

Dr. Bradley was my mother’s and my obstetrician back in 1967, as my parents were adherents of his natural childbirth method. As a kid, my mom told me of the spooky stories Dr. Bradley told her about Bradmar. I always found them quite intriguing. I was delighted to find your article mentioning those same stories, and was a pleasure to see pictures of the grand old house!

Add new comment

Plain text

  • No HTML tags allowed.
  • Lines and paragraphs break automatically.