Originally the French military Fort Carillon 1755-1759 during the Seven Years War, Fort Ticonderoga was active during the American Revolution. It was the site where Ethan Allen, Benedict Arnold and the Green Mountain Boys gained their first victory. The fort became the property of the state of New York in 1785 and was eventually sold to become a tourist attraction in the 1800s. It was restored in 1909 and is open for tours and available for events. Legend has it that Nancy Coates, the mistress of General “Mad” Anthony Wayne, haunts the fort. She drowned herself in Lake Champlain when she thought the general had left her for another woman. Her apparition has been seen running or floating in the water, and her sobbing has been heard as well. Red orbs and the ghost of a British soldier have been seen as well. The soldier looks out the upper window of the south barracks. The Pavilion is believed to be haunted by Sarah Pell, who stares out the window that overlooks the King’s Garden.
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Geographic Information
- Address:
- Fort Rd
Ticonderoga, NY 12883
United States
Get Directions » - GPS:
- 43.8416631608018, -73.38754284377501
- County:
- Essex County, New York
- Nearest Towns:
- Ticonderoga, NY (1.9 mi.)
Benson, VT (10.1 mi.)
Port Henry, NY (14.7 mi.)
Brandon, VT (15.3 mi.)
Middlebury, VT (16.2 mi.)
East Middlebury, VT (16.7 mi.)
Fair Haven, VT (18.1 mi.)
Witherbee, NY (18.5 mi.)
Mineville, NY (18.5 mi.)
Schroon Lake, NY (18.6 mi.)
Contact Information
- Web:
- http://www.fortticonderoga.org/
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Several years ago some friends and I were camping on the grounds. we were walking back to our camp below the fort’s walls having paid our respects to General Montcalm’s monument. We were a little the worse for drink and it was a dark night walking along a tree hung road when we saw a tall glowing white colum in the trees to our right. it was creepy as hell, several peopel pulled back but i went forward. What I htought i woudl do was beyond me, it turned out to be a single silver birch surrounded by dark fir trees who’s bark had just been lit up by the rays of the freshly rising full moon. we were there at the perfect momment to catch the light through the trees at the angle, a few minutes sooner or later and we woudl have missed it. This was the ONLY paranormal thing that happen to me in 4 differnt visits to the fort.
The fort’s history it is one more of threat than anything else. The Green mountain boy took it in 1775 because the troops there were not aware a rebellion had broken out, the rebels just walked in. When Burgoyne came south on his way to Saratoga, he retook the fort without a battle, by moving artillery onto the hills around it and threatening to attack.
For the most part the fort’s history is one of being a lonely outpost defending New York’s northern border from the Canadians, or Canada’s southern border from New Yorkers. Boredom and isolation are it’s hallmarks.
The onetime of epic blood shed was during the French and Indian wars when the British attempted to assault the fort head on and suffered terribly for their rashness, especially among Scottish troops. One famous story was that an officer told his fellows he was not afraid of attacking Ticonderoga because his brother’s spirit had visited him and said he would die at a place called Carrilon. They didn’t tell him that was the other name of the fort. he died in the battle.
When they use to have the haunted fort, I remember looking up at the barracks on the west side and saw what looked to appear as one of the soilders, walking back in forth inside the barracks up on the top floor. I, caught a good look at him. He, was carrying a launturn and swinging it back n’forth by the windows. Then he, disappeared after that. Must be he, was just making sure the court yard/ parade grounds were safe?
For I work at kings garden for almost 10 year, I have seen more than haunted things than would make me a true believing in ghost. The haunting of images in the window of pell houses,to a Indian running through area ny the old gazbo.or watching a black watch image playing bagpipes at edge of dusk as walking to front gate. For i could go on and yell more.
Please do, that’s what this site is for.
I remember one Fall, at sunset a few years ago, I decided to walk the old French lines towards the la Chute river as I was leaving the fort and since it was at the end of the day and the sun was mostly down I knew I would be very much alone ..yet I wanted to take one last look…and even tho the light was fading and it was getting a little spooky just thinking about what had happened there so very long ago…I pushed on a bit leaving the site of my car behind me and moved deeper into the woods…and then I heard something ..foot steps …in the leaves coming towards me…I stopped and called out since I would be happy to find someone else out there …but there was no answer…I could still see all around me since the leaves were down but I saw nothing … yet the foot steps continued coming closer towards me and then all of a sudden, they stopped…I looked for an animal or squirrel hopping or anything really but there was nothing in those woods…I thought this was a bit odd and it gave me the creeps so I turned around and started moving back towards the direction of the road and then mid way back I decided to bang my walking stick on an old tree two or three times and listen to see if it brought a return knock ..and about 200 feet away from me I heard what sounded like the chatter of people talking and laughing in the woods… I could not make out any words and the harder I listened the more it faded and then after a three seconds it was gone…I thought well perhaps Im not alone in here… yet how odd, at this time of day and way off the trail…so I moved back up and over the lines towards where I heard the chatter coming from, in the forts direction and again seeing nothing I banged my stick on an old tree again, and as I hit it one last time…I heard the loudest crashing of a very large tree ripping and falling down just a couple of hundred feet away from me near where the chatter came from…so now ..I’m scared…I moved quickly over the last mound looking towards the area where the tree falling sound came from thinking I would see leaves and limbs still moving but there was nothing, no people, no fallen tree and no trees down on the ground …ok…so now with a feeling of great dread I knew it was time to go…so I decided to make a hasty retreat back towards the road jumping over logs and limbs back to my car for a quick departure. And if there was one feeling that crept over me while I was there… it was that it was no longer my time to be in the woods at the old French lines and….Be Gone! So I did.