The Vermont Police Academy was once a state hospital for tuberculosis patients, and is believed to be haunted by a nurse named Mary who worked here during that era. Legend has it that Mary contracted TB herself. Reports say that the patients’ call buttons are still present in the recruit dorms, amd pushing them may summon the ghost of Mary.
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Geographic Information
- Address:
- 317 Academy Road
Pittsford, VT
United States
Get Directions » - GPS:
- 43.71469099999999, -73.01762400000001
- County:
- Rutland County, Vermont
- Nearest Towns:
- Pittsford, VT (0.8 mi.)
Brandon, VT (6.7 mi.)
Rutland, VT (7.5 mi.)
West Rutland, VT (8.5 mi.)
Castleton, VT (10.8 mi.)
Benson, VT (14.7 mi.)
Fair Haven, VT (14.9 mi.)
Rochester, VT (15.2 mi.)
Wallingford, VT (16.9 mi.)
Poultney, VT (17.5 mi.)
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My dad was a firearms instructor for the academy for many years aswell as a patrol officer for middlebury. My parents split when i was young and i was forced to stay in one of the instructors rooms for a night with my dad due to no babysitter. I remember getting up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and quietly made my way down the hall to do so. On my way back to the room i remember rounding the corner and seeing what looked like a woman in a skirt and long sleeve shirt, but what i remember most was seeing the knot of an apron of some sort around her waist. Being 5-6 i figured it was a cleaning lady. 6 years or so later i went there for the explorer programs 1 week summer academy for teens. And i distinctly remember being told there is no night staff and to stay in your rooms after light out. I aksed about the lady i had seen years prior, and our instructor just gave me a awkward look and told me to ask my father after the week long course. My father semi smirked and said you met Mary. To this day my father sincerely thinks i saw Mary
I lived in the VPA for 18 weeks. There is not doubt in my mind that it is haunted. Mary does exist. Mary said my name one morning when I was alone, having returned to the academy as an instructor. I was in what is affectionately known as the “lost wing.” As I was opening the door the room that I was staying in, I heard her whisper my name. This took place on a Thursday morning. Thank God I was with a group of other instructors, because our commitment as instructors is for the week, I still had to teach on Friday. I collected all of my gear, locked my key in the room and went directly to my car. As I drove away, I called the top instructor and advised him that I had to leave. That was the last time I ever went to the VPA.