THE HIDDEN WORLD OF CULPEPER’S SPIRITS

The proprietors often start off as skeptics. Then things happen. Strange, unexplained things. And previous convictions begin to waiver.

Welcome to Davis Street’s world of apparitions.

If ghosts exist–45 percent of the U.S. population believe they do–the shops and restaurants on Davis Street might be good place to start looking. But be forewarned, owners and employees appear to have a greater chance of encountering them than the clientele.

Proximity deepens relationships.

Ground Zero in the world of Davis Street spirits may well be 195 E. Davis St.

Today it is the locale of the Grass Rootes restaurant. Its namesake was T.R. Rootes, a noted Virginia lawyer, member of the House of Delegates and holder of the first deed of sale. The building dates to 1790 making it the oldest commercial dwelling in Culpeper.

In the ensuing 227 years, the structure has had a varied life. It was the original town jail, then a runaway slave prison, civil war jail for deserters–both Yankee and Confederate–tin shop, warehouse, hardware and restaurants.

A host of humanity has lived, worked, and some likely died under its roof making it an exceptional location for encountering souls from beyond.

The owner of Grass Rootes is Andrew Ferlazzo. He purchased the restaurant in February 2016 from Peter and Karen Stogbuchner who operated it as the Hazel River Restaurant for 17 years. After five months of restoration its opening was the highlight of his three decades of restaurant work.

“I wanted to be in this building since I was 13-years-old,” said Ferlazzo “I went to my senior prom dinner in this restaurant, then called the Davis Street Ordinary.”

A resident of Culpeper County he and his wife are raising two girls, ages 10 and 15, in the county he loves. Owning and operating a restaurant in the historic building brought his career dreams to fruition.

STORIES FROM THE PAST
After purchasing the restaurant, Karen Stogbuchner suggested she share with Ferlazzo her experiences before he opened to the public. “I knew about the stories. Everybody on Davis Street knows the stories. A lot of proprietors talk about their ghosts. All the buildings are old,” he said. “There’s no need to talk,” he assured her.

Ferlazzo characterizes his initial attitude as closed-minded. He had never been exposed to anything like he was about to experience in his new eatery.

Within a few weeks the new owner and skeptic, however, had a change of heart. “What’s going on here? What do I do?” he asked Stogbuchner. The doubting Thomas had become, if not a believer, then a more opened-minded restaurateur.

And what was he encountering? “There was an energy in the building that began as little things like singing, laughing and chains or keys rattling against a wall. Then wine bottles began flying across the room. Not once but on several occasions. Boxes moved across the floor and plates spun while sitting on a table,” he said.

“I can’t explain it but every staff member has had similar experiences. A flying wine bottle was seen simultaneously by five staff members on one occasion.”

The incidences continued to the point where the owner was beginning to question his own reality. “I was fearful in the beginning. I thought I was losing it.”

One startling incidence occurred when a staffer came to him in tears on a busy night claiming a young African American girl was in the bathroom singing. When he went to investigate there was no one there. The young bus waitress resigned.

And what was Karen Stogbuchner’s advice? She counseled that he should announce himself when entering an empty room or going down the staircase to the bottom floor. She further suggested thanking the spirits for letting him work in the building.

In short order the scary encounters became more fun than terrifying. Today the owner still employs the dialogue tactic to settle not only his nerves but apparently those of his unseen guests.

Ferlazzo’s executive chef, Kevin Scott, reinforces the stories, saying, “I’m not sure what ghost means but I’ve repeatedly seen shadows moving against the wall in the basement when there was no sunshine down there.”

It’s his belief the heavy paranormal activity erupted soon after they began working in the building because it had been empty for months. “I think they were kind of lonely. Nobody had been here and we woke them up, surprised them,” Scott said.

The most alarming thing he has observed was a 300 pound mixer sliding off a counter when no one was near it.

THE INVESTIGATORS
Three separate paranormal groups have conducted investigations in the building since Ferlazzo’s purchase. The groups are sometimes deemed pseudoscience practitioners by nonbelievers, but not surprisingly, they have confirmed what the owner and his staff have seen or heard.

Typically these groups use a host of equipment such as electromagnetic meters, thermometers, digital video cameras, thermographic night vision cameras, audio recorders and flashlights to identify and communicate with the spirits.

All the groups have targeted an alcohol storage room in the basement as one center of ghost presence in the building; employees confirm a strong energy emanating from the room. One group identified it as an angry, black Civil War soldier.

In the hard evidence world of investigative science, no scientific body has ever been able to confirm the existence of ghosts. Nonetheless, graphic descriptions and multi-witnessed occurrences continue to intrigue and excite those who have seen or heard what they think are apparitions.

HAZEL RIVER RESTAURANT
Since ghosts imply history it’s no surprise the previous owners echo the same stories Ferlazzo has encountered over the last year. The Stogbuchner’s 17 years of experience simply mirrors what is happening today.

“From the beginning I could always hear my name,’ said Karen Stogbuchner. “I’d turn around and nobody would be there.

“At first we had four or five ghosts in the building. I couldn’t tell the differences in personalities.”

Like Ferlazzo, several groups probed the restaurant during the Stogbuchner’s ownership. Then a group called Twisted Paranormal conducted an in-depth investigation.

The focal point of the group’s visit was a flashlight session that taught the owners how to communicate with their ghosts. The key was the use of a Mini Maglite flashlight. The flashlight was placed on a table and positioned in the middle of the on-off switch. With a slight a twist it would come on but was delicately turned off to start the dialogue.

A series of yes and no questions were then posed to the spirits. If any of the ghosts wished to communicate, the light would surge on, brighter than possible through its conventional use.

“It was an amazing experience because I could finally talk with my ghosts. Peter would come and take the flashlight apart and say something was wrong with it,” Karen Stogbuchner said.

In 2014 a German man, Burkhard Reike, conducted an extended investigation into the flashlight phenomenon and concluded an energy leak in the flashlight in the half on/half off position caused the reflector to expand and make electrical contact, turning the light on but brighter than normal. It would then overheat the reflector and switch it off. As it cooled down the energy level rose again triggering the light to go back on.

Notwithstanding his findings, all of the ghost contacts over the last two decades continue unexplained.

Karen Stogbuchner contends between 75 and 100 ghosts dwell in the building. To underscore that possibility, it’s said that a roof collapse long ago caused the deaths of many people.

Like Ferlazzo today, the Stogbuchner’s had no fear of the spirits they’ve lived with for so many years. “I felt safer with them there. I felt like they had my back. Like they would protect me if anything would have happened,” said Karen Stogbuchner.

As we approach another Halloween the apparent vibrant spirit life of Davis Street thrives and, shall we say, lives on.

Perhaps science simply hasn’t yet marshaled the technology to confirm or deny the reality of ghosts. And therein lies the magic and mystery of the world beyond.

 

Published in the September/October 2017 edition of The Piedmont Virginian.