THE MISCHIEF GHOSTS
by Deanna 12/27/10



A few days post Christmas and my space in our room was a mess.  The clutter took on a life of its own and a change was needed fast.  Blair eyed the room & thought adding a tall bookcase from the room next door might help.  Everything in my secret room was reshifted around and with the added bookcase I got busy reorganizing.  Blair got called in to work.  I was then the only one in the hotel.  After a bit I stepped back into the main bedroom.  I'd been hearing footsteps upstairs off & on as I have in the past.  I usually don't give it a second thought, it's just the norm here. Something was different this night.  I listened closer almost not wanting to breathe.  I heard a door open, then close.  Our bedroom door was shut and I was unable to tell if the door I just heard was on the second or third floor.

I stepped out into the hallway, listened for a minute, but heard nothing more.  I went back into our room, shut the door, and just then heard a yawn/groan that sounded like it came from the opposite end of the second floor hallway.

I usually don't get rattled, but that did it for me.  I threw on my coat and went to see Blair, at that moment I needed to get out of there.  I probably shouldn't have left the hotel, I really should have stood my ground, but I was feeling extra sensitive and creeped out.

Shortly after I told him what happened,  Blair got off work and we headed back to the hotel.  We went up to our room so I could show him my newly organized space.  As soon as we entered my area, I noticed one book pulled forward from the rest of the books.  It caught my eye immediately because it was so obviously out of place.  I looked at Blair and he asked what was wrong.   I told him when I left all of my books were perfectly lined up.  I'm a bit anal about that and believe me they were organized by size.  The shelves were full, snug even, so the fact that this book was not in line with the others caught me off guard.

I do want to mention I didn't feel threatened, but there was definitely a feeling of mischief and something/someone wanting to make me aware I wasn't as alone as I thought. I know from previous experience that moving things around seems to kick up energy.  My mistake was letting a little fear take over me.  I won't let that happen again....  (and won't be moving any furniture around for a while either!!)

Bloody Worker Story -by Blair

A worker was installing door knobs as a unique decor into the doors on the ceiling of the hotel.  He was standing on a chair, stretching upward.  He inserted a door knob into the door and it somehow unexpectedly locked into place.  So he started pulling on it.  There was no explanation.

"I don't know what's holding it up there," he joked.  "A ghost from the other side."

I'd looked away.  Then I heard the chair crash.  I looked back and he was on the ground!"
"I swear to god," he said, incredulously, "It was like that chair was kicked out from under me!"



(Photo taken of bleeding worker, Sat April 10, 2010, 1:48 PM)