Wednesday, August 19, 2009, Early Afternoon
I was in the breakfast room restocking for the next morning when a young couple approached me. They told me they had been directed to me by the other hotel staff.
The young couple then related to me the following, which occurred in the early morning hours of Tuesday, August 18, and Wednesday, August 19, in the Oakridge Suite:
"We were lying in bed and started to see a bright red light coming from the bathroom. At times it appeared to be blinking, at other times it pulsated, and at other times it remained a solid, bright red.
"We went into the bathroom, turned on all the lights, and saw there was nothing in there to create the light effect. As soon as we turned off the lights and went back to bed, the bright red light started once again, blinking and pulsating."
Both the young man and woman witnessed this. The young man added that he also saw green and purple lights blinking and pulsating; however, the young woman only saw the red light.
Both said the lights were very bright. Eventually, the young man fell asleep, but the young woman was mesmerized and stayed awake most of the night watching the lights.
They told me that this happened on both nights of their two-night stay in the suite at approximately the same time and for the same duration of time. Neither of them were afraid, just unnerved.
I explained to the young couple that we have heard many accounts of paranormal activity from that particular suite, as well as on the entire property. I told them that this was the first account of this nature that I had ever heard about in that suite.
To allay their fears, I also told them that no one has ever been harmed in any manner by anything that has occurred on the property.
The left very excited and happy to have had the paranormal experience in the suite.
On the first day of the Battle of Gettysburg, one of the brigades advancing with Union Major John Reynolds' First Corps. was the infamous Iron Brigade, consisting of the 2nd, 6th and 7th Wisconsin Infantry, the 19th Indiana Infantry and the 24th Michigan Infantry. The 2nd and 7th Wisconsin, along with the 19th Indiana and the 24th Michigan regiments were immediately ordered into battle on McPherson's Ridge, with the 6th Wisconsin held in reserve.
Two of the regiments on the north side of the cut, the 56th PA and the 76th NY had been flanked and forced back to Seminary Ridge. The other regiment, the 147th NY had not heard the order to retreat and was even now fighting an entire brigade of Confederates, led by Brigadier General Joseph Davis, nephew of Confederate President Jefferson Davis.
When it appeared that the Confederates were about to move against the Iron Brigade on their right flank and to completely overrun the 147th NY, the 6th Wisconsin, let by Colonel Rufus Dawes, was ordered to charge across the Chambersburg Pike (now Rt. 30) and into an open field to stop the Confederates. Sheltered in the unfinished railroad cut about 175 yards at the end of that field was the 2nd and 42nd Mississippi Infantry and the 55th North Carolina Infantry. After a desperate and bloody battle, the 6th Wisconsin, with support from the 95th NY, captured the 2nd Mississippi battle flag, losing 168 of their men in the process. This field where the 6th Wisconsin charged into an unrelenting hail of musket fire and where so many brave young men lost their lives sits within feet of The Fireside Suite and The Oakridge Suite, along with the western-most wing of the hotel.
Is it any wonder why we have accounts of paranormal activity in those two suites?
Quality Inn at General Lee's Headquarters
Friday, February 24, 2012
Ghosts Locking Doors Again
Tuesday, August 18, 2009, 7:10 a.m.
At 5:30 a.m., I went outside to unlock the restroom doors. There is a separate restroom for the ladies and gentlemen. I always check to make sure the doors are totally unlocked by opening each door. They must be unlocked for cleaning each morning by a housekeeper.
At 7:10 a.m., one of the housekeepers came into the office to ask me for the men's restroom key. I asked her why she needed it, and she told me that the door was locked. I explained to her that I had unlocked it and had checked to make sure it was open. She said it was locked now.
I mentioned that perhaps someone was using it. She took the key and soon came back and told me that no one was in the men's room when she unlocked it.
The civil war spirit soldiers are so mischievous! They just love messing with me.
At 5:30 a.m., I went outside to unlock the restroom doors. There is a separate restroom for the ladies and gentlemen. I always check to make sure the doors are totally unlocked by opening each door. They must be unlocked for cleaning each morning by a housekeeper.
At 7:10 a.m., one of the housekeepers came into the office to ask me for the men's restroom key. I asked her why she needed it, and she told me that the door was locked. I explained to her that I had unlocked it and had checked to make sure it was open. She said it was locked now.
I mentioned that perhaps someone was using it. She took the key and soon came back and told me that no one was in the men's room when she unlocked it.
The civil war spirit soldiers are so mischievous! They just love messing with me.
Ghosts Turn On the Radio Again
Monday, August 17, 2009, Midnight
I was in the office gathering together my paperwork to start the audit when, once again, I heard loud music coming from the laundry room.
Once again, I walked into the laundry room and saw the radio on one of the tables. Once again, I checked to see if the alarm had been set to go off at midnight. It had not been set. Once again, I saw that the radio button had been turned to the "on" position and country and western music was blasting out at me.
Okay, boys, you can listen to this all day long when the housekeepers are here. But, I need quiet now to concentrate on the figures and do my calculations for the audit. I then proceeded to turn the radio off.
Thankfully, I never heard another note from that radio the rest of the night.
I was in the office gathering together my paperwork to start the audit when, once again, I heard loud music coming from the laundry room.
Once again, I walked into the laundry room and saw the radio on one of the tables. Once again, I checked to see if the alarm had been set to go off at midnight. It had not been set. Once again, I saw that the radio button had been turned to the "on" position and country and western music was blasting out at me.
Okay, boys, you can listen to this all day long when the housekeepers are here. But, I need quiet now to concentrate on the figures and do my calculations for the audit. I then proceeded to turn the radio off.
Thankfully, I never heard another note from that radio the rest of the night.
Ghosts Apparently Like Music
Saturday, August 15, 2009, Midnight
I was in the office gathering my paperwork to begin the hotel's audit when I heard loud music playing. The music seemed to be coming from behind the closed door that leads into the laundry room.
I opened the door and slowly stepped down into the laundry room. Sitting on one of the tables was a radio playing music at full blast. I immediately checked the radio to see if the alarm had been set to go off at midnight, and it was not set at all. It was then that I noticed a separate button for the radio and it had been turned "on."
I laughed, turned it off, and went back to begin the midnight audit.
The radio had been playing country and western music. With all the good ole Southern boys we have at the hotel, I wasn't surprised.
I was in the office gathering my paperwork to begin the hotel's audit when I heard loud music playing. The music seemed to be coming from behind the closed door that leads into the laundry room.
I opened the door and slowly stepped down into the laundry room. Sitting on one of the tables was a radio playing music at full blast. I immediately checked the radio to see if the alarm had been set to go off at midnight, and it was not set at all. It was then that I noticed a separate button for the radio and it had been turned "on."
I laughed, turned it off, and went back to begin the midnight audit.
The radio had been playing country and western music. With all the good ole Southern boys we have at the hotel, I wasn't surprised.
Ghosts Opened Locked Door In Front Of Guest!
Saturday, June 13, 2009, 8:10 p.m.
I was checking in a guest and explaining the amenities. During my explanation, I have to move to my right to direct the guest to our ice and beverage machines, which are located outside.
As I turned, facing the lobby side, private entrance (which is always locked), I heard a click and watched the locked door open. I immediately said: "That door is locked!"
The guest just stared at me like I had lost my mind. I quickly looked at the door and determined that it was still locked even though it was wide open.
I walked the two feet to the door to close the "locked" door and continued my run-down of the amenities at the hotel with the guest. The guest could not get out of the lobby fast enough and practically ran out.
After the guest left, I tried opening the locked door. It would not budge.
I was checking in a guest and explaining the amenities. During my explanation, I have to move to my right to direct the guest to our ice and beverage machines, which are located outside.
As I turned, facing the lobby side, private entrance (which is always locked), I heard a click and watched the locked door open. I immediately said: "That door is locked!"
The guest just stared at me like I had lost my mind. I quickly looked at the door and determined that it was still locked even though it was wide open.
I walked the two feet to the door to close the "locked" door and continued my run-down of the amenities at the hotel with the guest. The guest could not get out of the lobby fast enough and practically ran out.
After the guest left, I tried opening the locked door. It would not budge.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
I Asked And The Ghosts Did It!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009, 1:48 a.m.
Courtney stopped by the hotel for a visit. (When you work the crazy hours we do, our sleeping patterns are generally way out of whack.) We were both in the lobby at the front counter, sitting at different computer terminals.
Earlier in the evening, I had closed the french doors that lead into the breakfast room because it keeps the lobby cooler. When the doors are closed, they are secured from the bottom in a small niche in the floor. In order to open the doors, you have to turn the handle on the door itself.
Courtney and I were chatting when we both heard a noise coming from the direction of the french doors. We both looked over at the doors, and they were open.
I walked a few feet over, checked the doors, and then closed them again. Three minutes later, we heard the same noise coming from the same direction and, once again, saw that the french doors were open. Once again, I checked the doors and then secured them.
At 1:57 a.m., Courtney and I were still sitting in the lobby behind the front counter. I heard a click to my right and watched the private, locked door from lobby to the breezeway open. No one was there and the lock was still in the "lock" position. Since this happens all the time, Courtney and I just looked at each other and smiled.
At 2:07 a.m., Courtney and I decided to try an experiment. We sat in our respective positions behind the front desk, still sitting at different computer terminals, several feet away from the french doors. I asked the civil war soldier spirits to open the french doors again.
As we both watched, we saw the door handle turn down, heard the same noise we heard before, and watched as the french doors opened.
After we composed ourselves (we were laughing), I checked the french doors once more and then secured them once again.
They did not open up again the rest of the night.
Courtney stopped by the hotel for a visit. (When you work the crazy hours we do, our sleeping patterns are generally way out of whack.) We were both in the lobby at the front counter, sitting at different computer terminals.
Earlier in the evening, I had closed the french doors that lead into the breakfast room because it keeps the lobby cooler. When the doors are closed, they are secured from the bottom in a small niche in the floor. In order to open the doors, you have to turn the handle on the door itself.
Courtney and I were chatting when we both heard a noise coming from the direction of the french doors. We both looked over at the doors, and they were open.
I walked a few feet over, checked the doors, and then closed them again. Three minutes later, we heard the same noise coming from the same direction and, once again, saw that the french doors were open. Once again, I checked the doors and then secured them.
At 1:57 a.m., Courtney and I were still sitting in the lobby behind the front counter. I heard a click to my right and watched the private, locked door from lobby to the breezeway open. No one was there and the lock was still in the "lock" position. Since this happens all the time, Courtney and I just looked at each other and smiled.
At 2:07 a.m., Courtney and I decided to try an experiment. We sat in our respective positions behind the front desk, still sitting at different computer terminals, several feet away from the french doors. I asked the civil war soldier spirits to open the french doors again.
As we both watched, we saw the door handle turn down, heard the same noise we heard before, and watched as the french doors opened.
After we composed ourselves (we were laughing), I checked the french doors once more and then secured them once again.
They did not open up again the rest of the night.
Phantom Campfires
Monday, April 27, 2009, 12:30 a.m.
This was relayed to me by my co-worker and fellow night auditor, Courtney.
Courtney stepped out the side, private lobby door for a moment. As soon as she opened the door, she was enveloped in what she has frequently described to me as "campfire" smoke. (Courtney is a former camp counselor.)
Courtney said it lasted several minutes, but then slowly dispersed.
The hotel sits on Day One battlefield, in an area where there are no camps or any camping allowed for miles in all directions.
This was relayed to me by my co-worker and fellow night auditor, Courtney.
Courtney stepped out the side, private lobby door for a moment. As soon as she opened the door, she was enveloped in what she has frequently described to me as "campfire" smoke. (Courtney is a former camp counselor.)
Courtney said it lasted several minutes, but then slowly dispersed.
The hotel sits on Day One battlefield, in an area where there are no camps or any camping allowed for miles in all directions.
Ghosts Move Chairs In The Middle of the Night
Sunday, April 26, 2009, 1:30 a.m.
I was on my way into the breakfast room for yet another cup of coffee, and as I stepped into the room, I saw that two chairs were positioned approximately three feet away from the tables.
I always personally push in all the chairs flush up against the tables when I arrive at 4:00 p.m.
Okay, boys! I guess I forgot to say hello to you when I arrived. I won't forget again!
I was on my way into the breakfast room for yet another cup of coffee, and as I stepped into the room, I saw that two chairs were positioned approximately three feet away from the tables.
I always personally push in all the chairs flush up against the tables when I arrive at 4:00 p.m.
Okay, boys! I guess I forgot to say hello to you when I arrived. I won't forget again!
Confederate Ghosts Turn on Music!
Saturday, April 25, 2009, 5:30 p.m.
Carrie and I were behind the counter in the lobby chatting and waiting for guests to check in. I mentioned to Carrie that the Civil War music CD had ceased playing. I told her that I hadn't heard it for at least the last hour. She said she had set it to repeat when she arrived earlier in the day, and it had been playing the entire time she was here.
Carrie agreed that it had been off for at least an hour also. (Although I love Civil War music, it gets to be a bit much when the same CD is playing over and over, day in and day out.)
I tentatively asked Carrie: "Do you want me to turn it back on?"
Carrie replied: "No way!"
We both laughed. Not 10 seconds later, the music came back on. Carrie asked me if I wanted to turn it back off and I said: "No, obviously the boys want to hear it."
One song played: "Bonnie Blue Flag." As soon as the song ended, the music stopped. The CD player never came back on again.
The chorus to the song "Bonnie Blue Flag" is:
"Hurrah, Hurrah, For Southern Rights, Hurrah!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!"
General Lee's Headquarters sits on our property.
Carrie and I were behind the counter in the lobby chatting and waiting for guests to check in. I mentioned to Carrie that the Civil War music CD had ceased playing. I told her that I hadn't heard it for at least the last hour. She said she had set it to repeat when she arrived earlier in the day, and it had been playing the entire time she was here.
Carrie agreed that it had been off for at least an hour also. (Although I love Civil War music, it gets to be a bit much when the same CD is playing over and over, day in and day out.)
I tentatively asked Carrie: "Do you want me to turn it back on?"
Carrie replied: "No way!"
We both laughed. Not 10 seconds later, the music came back on. Carrie asked me if I wanted to turn it back off and I said: "No, obviously the boys want to hear it."
One song played: "Bonnie Blue Flag." As soon as the song ended, the music stopped. The CD player never came back on again.
The chorus to the song "Bonnie Blue Flag" is:
"Hurrah, Hurrah, For Southern Rights, Hurrah!
Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star!"
General Lee's Headquarters sits on our property.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Guests Hear Phantom Cannon Fire!
Monday, April 20, 2009, 11:00 p.m. to 3:35 a.m.
Beginning at 11:00 p.m. and continuing until 3:35 a.m., I heard intermittent, loud, cannon fire sounds. It varied between every 15 minutes to every 1/2 hour.
Each and every time, the loud booms were followed by vibrations in the floor beneath my feet and rattling of the windows in the building.
At one point, I was standing behind the front desk counter in the lobby facing the front door when I heard a very loud boom. I watched the front door rattle and then the percussion hit my body. It was amazing!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009, 7:00 a.m. to 8:00 a.m. (The following morning)
At 7:00 a.m., a gentleman and his son approached me at the front desk. The gentleman asked me if we had any fireworks during the night. I explained to him that Gettysburg only has fireworks on July 4th, New Year's Eve and Gettysburg College Reunion Weekend, which takes place in May. I asked him why he was inquiring about fireworks.
He explained to me that he and his son awoke to what sounded like fireworks in the middle of the night. I asked him if he could recall what the time was and what room they were staying in. He stated that it happened several times between midnight and 3:00 a.m. I explained to him that it was phantom cannon fire and that I had heard it as well. They were both very excited and went into the breakfast room,.
At 7:11 a.m., another gentleman approached me at the front desk. He stated that he heard small arms fire in the middle of the night, along with some very loud booms. I asked him if he could recall what time he heard those sounds and what room he was staying in. He related to me that he heard the small arms fire around 1:00 a.m. and the loud booms started at around 11:30 p.m. and continued throughout the night.
The gentleman explained to me that he was a hunter and he was very familiar with the sounds of small arms fire, but he had never heard anything like those loud booms. Once again, I explained about the phantom cannon fire and suggested that perhaps he was hearing the sounds of battle as well.
I explained to him that we receive a lot of reports from our guests of battle sounds and that I, too, had heard the cannon fire the previous night. I also told him that I frequently hear the sounds of battle at the hotel, sometimes right in the lobby and breakfast area,. The gentleman was very excited and went into breakfast.
A total of six guests came to the front desk that morning. Each guest had heard the same loud booms from approximately 11:00 p.m. to 3:30 a.m. When I asked them which rooms they were staying in, I discovered that they were all staying in the same wing of the hotel.
On the afternoon of the first day of the Battle of Gettysburg, six artillery pieces from Battery "B" of the 4th U.S. Artillery (cannon), commanded by Lieut. James Stewart, were heavily engaged against Confederate infantry in the defense of their position on Seminary Ridge. The hotel sits on Seminary Ridge and three of those artillery pieces sat where the west wing of our hotel sits today. It was in this same wing of the hotel that all six of the guests who had heard the loud booms were staying.
Just across the road (Rt. 30) from the hotel, also sat Lieut. Benjamin W. Wilber's section of Battery L, 1st New York Light Artillery (cannon). Just south of these guns were the six Napoleons (cannon) of Captain Greenlief T. Stevens' Fifth Maine Battery B, 1st Pennsylvania Light Artillery. Also, interspersed were four other cannon of Battery L, 1st New York Light Artillery, under the command of George Breck.
All in all, there were 21 cannon pieces lined up across the road from the hotel and on the hotel grounds itself. Is it any wonder the guests and I heard the phantom cannon fire?
This is the first time I can document so many guests hearing the same phantom cannon fire at the very same time I was hearing it. Also, this is the very first time that so many guests experiencing the same event were also staying in the same proximity of each other - the same wing of the hotel where artillery pieces were placed and firing at the time of the battle.
How cool is that?
Beginning at 11:00 p.m. and continuing until 3:35 a.m., I heard intermittent, loud, cannon fire sounds. It varied between every 15 minutes to every 1/2 hour.
Each and every time, the loud booms were followed by vibrations in the floor beneath my feet and rattling of the windows in the building.
At one point, I was standing behind the front desk counter in the lobby facing the front door when I heard a very loud boom. I watched the front door rattle and then the percussion hit my body. It was amazing!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009, 7:00 a.m. to 8:00 a.m. (The following morning)
At 7:00 a.m., a gentleman and his son approached me at the front desk. The gentleman asked me if we had any fireworks during the night. I explained to him that Gettysburg only has fireworks on July 4th, New Year's Eve and Gettysburg College Reunion Weekend, which takes place in May. I asked him why he was inquiring about fireworks.
He explained to me that he and his son awoke to what sounded like fireworks in the middle of the night. I asked him if he could recall what the time was and what room they were staying in. He stated that it happened several times between midnight and 3:00 a.m. I explained to him that it was phantom cannon fire and that I had heard it as well. They were both very excited and went into the breakfast room,.
At 7:11 a.m., another gentleman approached me at the front desk. He stated that he heard small arms fire in the middle of the night, along with some very loud booms. I asked him if he could recall what time he heard those sounds and what room he was staying in. He related to me that he heard the small arms fire around 1:00 a.m. and the loud booms started at around 11:30 p.m. and continued throughout the night.
The gentleman explained to me that he was a hunter and he was very familiar with the sounds of small arms fire, but he had never heard anything like those loud booms. Once again, I explained about the phantom cannon fire and suggested that perhaps he was hearing the sounds of battle as well.
I explained to him that we receive a lot of reports from our guests of battle sounds and that I, too, had heard the cannon fire the previous night. I also told him that I frequently hear the sounds of battle at the hotel, sometimes right in the lobby and breakfast area,. The gentleman was very excited and went into breakfast.
A total of six guests came to the front desk that morning. Each guest had heard the same loud booms from approximately 11:00 p.m. to 3:30 a.m. When I asked them which rooms they were staying in, I discovered that they were all staying in the same wing of the hotel.
On the afternoon of the first day of the Battle of Gettysburg, six artillery pieces from Battery "B" of the 4th U.S. Artillery (cannon), commanded by Lieut. James Stewart, were heavily engaged against Confederate infantry in the defense of their position on Seminary Ridge. The hotel sits on Seminary Ridge and three of those artillery pieces sat where the west wing of our hotel sits today. It was in this same wing of the hotel that all six of the guests who had heard the loud booms were staying.
Just across the road (Rt. 30) from the hotel, also sat Lieut. Benjamin W. Wilber's section of Battery L, 1st New York Light Artillery (cannon). Just south of these guns were the six Napoleons (cannon) of Captain Greenlief T. Stevens' Fifth Maine Battery B, 1st Pennsylvania Light Artillery. Also, interspersed were four other cannon of Battery L, 1st New York Light Artillery, under the command of George Breck.
All in all, there were 21 cannon pieces lined up across the road from the hotel and on the hotel grounds itself. Is it any wonder the guests and I heard the phantom cannon fire?
This is the first time I can document so many guests hearing the same phantom cannon fire at the very same time I was hearing it. Also, this is the very first time that so many guests experiencing the same event were also staying in the same proximity of each other - the same wing of the hotel where artillery pieces were placed and firing at the time of the battle.
How cool is that?
Phantom Cannon Fire Heard Two Miles Away!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009, 1:00 p.m.
I was telling the owner of the hotel about the "cannon" fire sounds I heard on Monday night. He asked me if it happened at around 11:00 p.m. I verified that it had and asked him why.
He told me that he heard several loud booms at that hour at his home. The owner lives approximately 2 miles from the hotel on Day One battlefield.
Well, that was interesting. None of the guests seem to hear the booms, but the owner, who lives off site, and I both heard it.
Are the civil war soldier spirits still fighting? Or, was it just residual? In two different locations at the same time?
Fascinating.
I was telling the owner of the hotel about the "cannon" fire sounds I heard on Monday night. He asked me if it happened at around 11:00 p.m. I verified that it had and asked him why.
He told me that he heard several loud booms at that hour at his home. The owner lives approximately 2 miles from the hotel on Day One battlefield.
Well, that was interesting. None of the guests seem to hear the booms, but the owner, who lives off site, and I both heard it.
Are the civil war soldier spirits still fighting? Or, was it just residual? In two different locations at the same time?
Fascinating.
Phantom Cannon Fire!
Monday, March 20, 2009, 11:09 p.m.
I was in the lobby sitting behind the front counter playing on the computer. Suddenly, I heard a series of very loud booms. As soon as I heard those loud booms, I felt the floor beneath my chair shaking and noticed the windows rattling.
I ran to the front door of the lobby, opened it and stepped outside. I thought that certainly one of the guests must have heard them. However, there was no sound and no curious guests outside to investigate those tremendous booms.
Having attended many artillery displays in Gettysburg, I can adamantly say that they were clearly the sounds of cannon firing. There are no artillery demonstrations in Gettysburg at 11:00 p.m. Never any demonstrations of any kind at all at that hour.
The battlefield was still in winter hours and it closed at 7:00 p.m. Hmmmm.
On the afternoon of the first day of the Battle of Gettysburg, six artillery pieces from Battery "B" of the 4th U.S. Artillery (cannon), commanded by Lieut. James Stewart, were heavily engaged against Confederate infantry in the defense of their position on Seminary Ridge. The hotel sits on Seminary Ridge and three of those artillery pieces sat where the west wing of our hotel sits today.
Just across the road (Rt. 30) from the hotel, also sat Lieut. Benjamin W. Wilber's section of Battery L, 1st New York Light Artillery (cannon). Just south of these guns were the six Napoleons (cannon) of Captain Greenlief T. Stevens' Fifth Maine Battery B, 1st Pennsylvania Light Artillery. Also, interspersed were four other cannon of Battery L, 1st New York Light Artillery, under the command of George Breck.
All in all, there were 21 cannon pieces lined up across the road from the hotel and on the hotel grounds. Is it any wonder we hear phantom cannon fire?
I was in the lobby sitting behind the front counter playing on the computer. Suddenly, I heard a series of very loud booms. As soon as I heard those loud booms, I felt the floor beneath my chair shaking and noticed the windows rattling.
I ran to the front door of the lobby, opened it and stepped outside. I thought that certainly one of the guests must have heard them. However, there was no sound and no curious guests outside to investigate those tremendous booms.
Having attended many artillery displays in Gettysburg, I can adamantly say that they were clearly the sounds of cannon firing. There are no artillery demonstrations in Gettysburg at 11:00 p.m. Never any demonstrations of any kind at all at that hour.
The battlefield was still in winter hours and it closed at 7:00 p.m. Hmmmm.
On the afternoon of the first day of the Battle of Gettysburg, six artillery pieces from Battery "B" of the 4th U.S. Artillery (cannon), commanded by Lieut. James Stewart, were heavily engaged against Confederate infantry in the defense of their position on Seminary Ridge. The hotel sits on Seminary Ridge and three of those artillery pieces sat where the west wing of our hotel sits today.
Just across the road (Rt. 30) from the hotel, also sat Lieut. Benjamin W. Wilber's section of Battery L, 1st New York Light Artillery (cannon). Just south of these guns were the six Napoleons (cannon) of Captain Greenlief T. Stevens' Fifth Maine Battery B, 1st Pennsylvania Light Artillery. Also, interspersed were four other cannon of Battery L, 1st New York Light Artillery, under the command of George Breck.
All in all, there were 21 cannon pieces lined up across the road from the hotel and on the hotel grounds. Is it any wonder we hear phantom cannon fire?
Friday, January 27, 2012
Union Ghost Soldier Appears Twice In One Night!
Monday, February 16, 2009, Midnight to 5:30 a.m.
This was related to me by my co-worker and fellow night auditor, Courtney:
Courtney was in the middle breakfast prep room gathering non-perishable items for the morning's breakfast service. The door to the attic is located in this small room, which is between the manager's office and the laundry room.
Courtney heard a noise coming from the attic above her. She opened the attic door, turned on the light, and looked up the staircase. Directly under the overhead light in the attic, Courtney saw a figure, clothed in dark blue, which appeared to be about three feet back from the top of the stairs.
Courtney described him as solid in appearance, then he began to shimmer until he faded totally away. She said that the "Union soldier" was visible for approximately 10 seconds before disappearing.
When I asked Courtney to describe what the Union soldier looked like, she said: "He had no head and no legs, just a torso and arms."
This account describes and corroborates exactly what I saw on January 12th at 3:35 a.m. in the lobby of the hotel.
6:15 a.m. - Courtney was in the laundry room standing in front of the deep freezer assembling items for breakfast. The deep freezer sits under a window and we often use the top of the freezer to organize items.
At the time, the blind on the window was up and it was still dark outside. Courtney felt as if someone was standing behind her and looked up to see her reflection in the window. In the reflection of the window, Courtney saw herself and a figure standing just over her left shoulder dressed in blue.
Courtney immediately turned around and there was no one there. When I asked her again to describe the figure, Courtney said it was the same figure she saw just 45 minutes before - no head, just a torso and arms.
Needless to say, I was very excited to hear that Courtney has seen the same Union soldier that I saw just a few weeks ago. It appears to me that he is desperately trying to get our attention and trying to communicate in some way with us. I also feel that the way he is appearing is, apparently, very important to him. I speculated before that perhaps he is trying to tell us that he did die by artillery barrage.
Given the fact that one wing of our hotel sits where four out of six artillery pieces were situated, it would make sense. For it was on the afternoon of July 1, 1863, that Lt. James Stewart's Battery "B" of the 4th U.S. Regular Artillery (Union) was heavily engaged and barely escaped capture. The opposing artillery normally aims for other artillery pieces, so this area would have been taking heavy artillery hits.
In addition, remnants from the 11th PA Infantry Regiment, the 6th Wisconsin Infantry Regiment, the 147th NY Infantry Regiment, and several other NY infantry regiments also passed over the property on their retreat during the artillery barrage that Battery "B" was engaged in. So, our soldier in blue could be from any one of these regiments as well.
I found this written account from survivors of Battery "B" which describes those who participated in the artillery action on our property, and it could just as well accurately describe any of the soldiers who fought at the Battle of Gettysburg:
"The term 'boys' is literally true, because of our gun detachment alone, consisting of a Sergeant, two Corporals, seven Cannoneers, and six Drivers, only four had hair on their faces, while the other 12 were beardless boys whose ages would not average 19 years, and who at any other period of our history, would have been at school!"
This was related to me by my co-worker and fellow night auditor, Courtney:
Courtney was in the middle breakfast prep room gathering non-perishable items for the morning's breakfast service. The door to the attic is located in this small room, which is between the manager's office and the laundry room.
Courtney heard a noise coming from the attic above her. She opened the attic door, turned on the light, and looked up the staircase. Directly under the overhead light in the attic, Courtney saw a figure, clothed in dark blue, which appeared to be about three feet back from the top of the stairs.
Courtney described him as solid in appearance, then he began to shimmer until he faded totally away. She said that the "Union soldier" was visible for approximately 10 seconds before disappearing.
When I asked Courtney to describe what the Union soldier looked like, she said: "He had no head and no legs, just a torso and arms."
This account describes and corroborates exactly what I saw on January 12th at 3:35 a.m. in the lobby of the hotel.
6:15 a.m. - Courtney was in the laundry room standing in front of the deep freezer assembling items for breakfast. The deep freezer sits under a window and we often use the top of the freezer to organize items.
At the time, the blind on the window was up and it was still dark outside. Courtney felt as if someone was standing behind her and looked up to see her reflection in the window. In the reflection of the window, Courtney saw herself and a figure standing just over her left shoulder dressed in blue.
Courtney immediately turned around and there was no one there. When I asked her again to describe the figure, Courtney said it was the same figure she saw just 45 minutes before - no head, just a torso and arms.
Needless to say, I was very excited to hear that Courtney has seen the same Union soldier that I saw just a few weeks ago. It appears to me that he is desperately trying to get our attention and trying to communicate in some way with us. I also feel that the way he is appearing is, apparently, very important to him. I speculated before that perhaps he is trying to tell us that he did die by artillery barrage.
Given the fact that one wing of our hotel sits where four out of six artillery pieces were situated, it would make sense. For it was on the afternoon of July 1, 1863, that Lt. James Stewart's Battery "B" of the 4th U.S. Regular Artillery (Union) was heavily engaged and barely escaped capture. The opposing artillery normally aims for other artillery pieces, so this area would have been taking heavy artillery hits.
In addition, remnants from the 11th PA Infantry Regiment, the 6th Wisconsin Infantry Regiment, the 147th NY Infantry Regiment, and several other NY infantry regiments also passed over the property on their retreat during the artillery barrage that Battery "B" was engaged in. So, our soldier in blue could be from any one of these regiments as well.
I found this written account from survivors of Battery "B" which describes those who participated in the artillery action on our property, and it could just as well accurately describe any of the soldiers who fought at the Battle of Gettysburg:
"The term 'boys' is literally true, because of our gun detachment alone, consisting of a Sergeant, two Corporals, seven Cannoneers, and six Drivers, only four had hair on their faces, while the other 12 were beardless boys whose ages would not average 19 years, and who at any other period of our history, would have been at school!"
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Ghosts Opening Doors
Sunday, February 8, 2009, 8:05 p.m.
This was related to me by my co-worker and fellow night auditor, Courtney:
Courtney had locked the back door in the laundry room at approximately 5:00 p.m. Both Courtney and Carrie had been in and out of the laundry room at various times since the door had been locked at 5:00 p.m., but everything was secure.
At 8:05 p.m., Carrie went into the laundry room where the time clock is located to "clock out" of her shift, when she noticed that the back door was wide open. The lock on the door was still in the locked position.
This was related to me by my co-worker and fellow night auditor, Courtney:
Courtney had locked the back door in the laundry room at approximately 5:00 p.m. Both Courtney and Carrie had been in and out of the laundry room at various times since the door had been locked at 5:00 p.m., but everything was secure.
At 8:05 p.m., Carrie went into the laundry room where the time clock is located to "clock out" of her shift, when she noticed that the back door was wide open. The lock on the door was still in the locked position.
More Pipe Tobacco and Thumps in the Night
Monday, February 2, 2009
This was relayed to me by my co-worker and fellow night auditor, Courtney:
Midnight to 5:00 a.m. - Courtney reported numerous loud bangs and thumps to the front portion of the lobby/office building. Each and every time she checked, there was no damage and nothing appeared to have caused the sounds she heard. Small arms fire and/or artillery fire?
4:46 p.m. - I was alone behind the desk in the lobby on one of the computers when I heard a loud bang and a thump on the front portion of the lobby/office building. When I went outside to investigate, there was nothing lying on the front porch or on the ground and no damage to the building.
Both Courtney and I experienced the same thing at two different times of the same day.
5:50 p.m. - I stepped out the side, private lobby door for a cigarette (I know, bad Carolyn). As soon as I stepped out, I was immediately surrounded by that familiar sweet cherry pipe tobacco aroma. I verbalized: "Ah, join me for a smoke" and "I love that pipe tobacco."
I proceeded to walk up and down the side breezeway and the aroma followed me the entire time. When I finished, I invited "him" to come on in. I then entered the same private entrance into the lobby, closed the door and stood behind the counter. I waited for approximately two minutes and then smelled that wonderful pipe tobacco aroma surround me again.
"No, no! Pennsylvania law doesn't allow smoking in buildings anymore." As soon as I spoke those words aloud, the aroma dissipated.
Note: I was alone in the hotel AND there were no guests staying in the hotel this evening.
This was relayed to me by my co-worker and fellow night auditor, Courtney:
Midnight to 5:00 a.m. - Courtney reported numerous loud bangs and thumps to the front portion of the lobby/office building. Each and every time she checked, there was no damage and nothing appeared to have caused the sounds she heard. Small arms fire and/or artillery fire?
4:46 p.m. - I was alone behind the desk in the lobby on one of the computers when I heard a loud bang and a thump on the front portion of the lobby/office building. When I went outside to investigate, there was nothing lying on the front porch or on the ground and no damage to the building.
Both Courtney and I experienced the same thing at two different times of the same day.
5:50 p.m. - I stepped out the side, private lobby door for a cigarette (I know, bad Carolyn). As soon as I stepped out, I was immediately surrounded by that familiar sweet cherry pipe tobacco aroma. I verbalized: "Ah, join me for a smoke" and "I love that pipe tobacco."
I proceeded to walk up and down the side breezeway and the aroma followed me the entire time. When I finished, I invited "him" to come on in. I then entered the same private entrance into the lobby, closed the door and stood behind the counter. I waited for approximately two minutes and then smelled that wonderful pipe tobacco aroma surround me again.
"No, no! Pennsylvania law doesn't allow smoking in buildings anymore." As soon as I spoke those words aloud, the aroma dissipated.
Note: I was alone in the hotel AND there were no guests staying in the hotel this evening.
Sweet Cherry Pipe Tobacco and Campfires?
Sunday, February 1, 2009, 7:00 p.m.
This was relayed to me by my co-worker and fellow night auditor, Courtney:
Courtney stepped out the side, private lobby entrance and immediately walked into a wall of sweet cherry pipe tobacco smoke (a favorite of Confederate troops). It only lasted 10 seconds and then it was gone.
Almost immediately thereafter, Courtney smelled what she described as campfire smoke. (Courtney has been a camp counselor every summer for nine years and is quite familiar with the scent.)
Note: Courtney was alone AND there were no guests staying at the hotel on this evening. There are no campgrounds even remotely close to the hotel property as we sit out on the first day's battlefield.
These are aromas that have been experienced by the staff and guests alike many times.
This was relayed to me by my co-worker and fellow night auditor, Courtney:
Courtney stepped out the side, private lobby entrance and immediately walked into a wall of sweet cherry pipe tobacco smoke (a favorite of Confederate troops). It only lasted 10 seconds and then it was gone.
Almost immediately thereafter, Courtney smelled what she described as campfire smoke. (Courtney has been a camp counselor every summer for nine years and is quite familiar with the scent.)
Note: Courtney was alone AND there were no guests staying at the hotel on this evening. There are no campgrounds even remotely close to the hotel property as we sit out on the first day's battlefield.
These are aromas that have been experienced by the staff and guests alike many times.
Ghosts Playing With T.V.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009, 6:59 a.m.
We have a t.v. in the office that I normally have on in the mornings to catch up on the news while getting breakfast together. I always turn it off just before 7:00 a.m. when I unlock the lobby door for breakfast. This morning, I had turned off the t.v. and stood watching the snow falling outside the hotel.
I wanted another minute of peace before the breakfast service and check out. After my small moment, I walked out into the lobby to unlock the door when I heard the t.v. inside the office come blasting on.
Yes, boys, I would love to sit here watching the news with my coffee, but I have another hour yet before I can go home and do just that.
We have a t.v. in the office that I normally have on in the mornings to catch up on the news while getting breakfast together. I always turn it off just before 7:00 a.m. when I unlock the lobby door for breakfast. This morning, I had turned off the t.v. and stood watching the snow falling outside the hotel.
I wanted another minute of peace before the breakfast service and check out. After my small moment, I walked out into the lobby to unlock the door when I heard the t.v. inside the office come blasting on.
Yes, boys, I would love to sit here watching the news with my coffee, but I have another hour yet before I can go home and do just that.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Ghosts Moving Things Again
Saturday, January 17, 2009, 5:14 p.m.
I went into the breakfast room to re-stock the breakfast supplies for the next morning. I always push all the chairs in tight against the tables as I have a habit of hitting them in the dark while walking through the room to get my middle-of-the-night coffee.
I had accomplished this task and had my back to the tables for about two minutes as I re-stocked supplies before returning to the lobby. It was then that I saw one of the chairs had been pulled way out from one of the tables.
I questioned my co-worker, Barb, who was at the front desk in the lobby. She had been reading the newspaper and didn't hear or see anything or anyone come into the lobby. I pushed the chair back into position and went about my business. No more chairs were moved this night.
6:19 p.m. - I had to step out the side, private lobby entrance to attend to some business. When I returned, I was angry and shut the door hard and locked it. I walked four feet from the door to the computer terminal to run a report. Five minutes later, I heard a noise on my right, turned and watched the door opening.
I walked over to the door, saw it was still locked, checked to see if there was any wind, but it was quiet and still outside. I asked Barb if she saw what had just happened and her reply was, "Yes, but the door is locked. How did they do that?"
If I have learned anything while working here, it is that our civil war spirit soldiers are capable of all kinds of incredible feats. Well, if they wanted to make me laugh to dispel my anger, it worked!
I went into the breakfast room to re-stock the breakfast supplies for the next morning. I always push all the chairs in tight against the tables as I have a habit of hitting them in the dark while walking through the room to get my middle-of-the-night coffee.
I had accomplished this task and had my back to the tables for about two minutes as I re-stocked supplies before returning to the lobby. It was then that I saw one of the chairs had been pulled way out from one of the tables.
I questioned my co-worker, Barb, who was at the front desk in the lobby. She had been reading the newspaper and didn't hear or see anything or anyone come into the lobby. I pushed the chair back into position and went about my business. No more chairs were moved this night.
6:19 p.m. - I had to step out the side, private lobby entrance to attend to some business. When I returned, I was angry and shut the door hard and locked it. I walked four feet from the door to the computer terminal to run a report. Five minutes later, I heard a noise on my right, turned and watched the door opening.
I walked over to the door, saw it was still locked, checked to see if there was any wind, but it was quiet and still outside. I asked Barb if she saw what had just happened and her reply was, "Yes, but the door is locked. How did they do that?"
If I have learned anything while working here, it is that our civil war spirit soldiers are capable of all kinds of incredible feats. Well, if they wanted to make me laugh to dispel my anger, it worked!
Smell of Death
Thursday, January 15, 2009, 2:45 a.m.
This was relayed to me by my co-worker and fellow night auditor, Courtney.
Courtney stepped out the side, private lobby entrance to get a breath of fresh air and was immediately assaulted by a foul odor. As we both have experienced this gruesome smell and compared notes, we both describe it as something that has died and has been out too long.
Courtney said that it only lasted approximately 30 seconds and then completed dissipated.
This is a phenomenon that I have experienced many times at the hotel and on the main battlefield itself.
This was relayed to me by my co-worker and fellow night auditor, Courtney.
Courtney stepped out the side, private lobby entrance to get a breath of fresh air and was immediately assaulted by a foul odor. As we both have experienced this gruesome smell and compared notes, we both describe it as something that has died and has been out too long.
Courtney said that it only lasted approximately 30 seconds and then completed dissipated.
This is a phenomenon that I have experienced many times at the hotel and on the main battlefield itself.
Our Confederate In the Attic
Tuesday, January 13, 2009, 7:40 a.m.
I was standing in the lobby in anticipation of any guests that might want to check out. I heard several footsteps in the attic directly above my head in the lobby area. They started from the middle of the ceiling and stopped after a few steps.
I immediately checked to make sure one of the maintenance men was not up in the attic getting supplies. No one was there.
If you are wondering why I surmise this is a Confederate soldier that walks around our attic, the reason is because over the years we have had several people with psychic abilities walk into our lobby. One of the first things they tell us is that we have a Confederate soldier from Mississippi "hanging around" in our attic.
On the first day of the Battle of Gettysburg, the 2nd and 42nd Mississippi, along with the 55th North Carolina infantry regiments, were positioned in the railroad cut and heavily engaged in action against the 6th Wisconsin infantry regiment. The 6th Wisconsin prevailed in battle, taking the position, at a great loss in lives on both sides.
Two of our suites and one wing sit within feet of this desperate fight. Our main office is also a short distance away from the scene of this carnage. The railroad cut runs the entire length of our hotel property.
Over the years, I have used my digital recorder to speak with our Confederate in the attic. He is a very talkative fellow!
I was standing in the lobby in anticipation of any guests that might want to check out. I heard several footsteps in the attic directly above my head in the lobby area. They started from the middle of the ceiling and stopped after a few steps.
I immediately checked to make sure one of the maintenance men was not up in the attic getting supplies. No one was there.
If you are wondering why I surmise this is a Confederate soldier that walks around our attic, the reason is because over the years we have had several people with psychic abilities walk into our lobby. One of the first things they tell us is that we have a Confederate soldier from Mississippi "hanging around" in our attic.
On the first day of the Battle of Gettysburg, the 2nd and 42nd Mississippi, along with the 55th North Carolina infantry regiments, were positioned in the railroad cut and heavily engaged in action against the 6th Wisconsin infantry regiment. The 6th Wisconsin prevailed in battle, taking the position, at a great loss in lives on both sides.
Two of our suites and one wing sit within feet of this desperate fight. Our main office is also a short distance away from the scene of this carnage. The railroad cut runs the entire length of our hotel property.
Over the years, I have used my digital recorder to speak with our Confederate in the attic. He is a very talkative fellow!
Monday, January 23, 2012
Civil War Soldier Ghost Appears In the Lobby!
Monday, January 12, 2009, 3:35 a.m.
I was coming back from the breakfast room with another cup of coffee when movement by the front door caught my eye. I immediately looked over to the door and saw a figure just inside the lobby to the right of the door.
The figure was solid and only appeared for approximately two to three seconds, but it was startling. It was a Union soldier.
The blue of his uniform and gold of his buttons were easily and clearly seen. However, he appeared to me minus his head and legs, with just his torso and arms. This is not the first time I have seen one of the civil war soldier spirits, but it is certainly the first time I have seen one in that partial form.
Needless to say, I did not need any more coffee for the rest of the night to stay awake!
Thinking about the way he showed himself to me makes me think that he was trying to tell me that he was killed by the artillery fire that was aimed at Lieut. James Stewart's Battery B, 4th U.S. Artillery. Three of those artillery pieces were positioned in the exact location where the west wing of our hotel sits today. These guns were heavily engaged on the afternoon of the first day of the Battle of Gettysburg and almost captured by the Confederate troops.
This was the first time this Union soldier appeared to me. However, it would not be the last time.
I was coming back from the breakfast room with another cup of coffee when movement by the front door caught my eye. I immediately looked over to the door and saw a figure just inside the lobby to the right of the door.
The figure was solid and only appeared for approximately two to three seconds, but it was startling. It was a Union soldier.
The blue of his uniform and gold of his buttons were easily and clearly seen. However, he appeared to me minus his head and legs, with just his torso and arms. This is not the first time I have seen one of the civil war soldier spirits, but it is certainly the first time I have seen one in that partial form.
Needless to say, I did not need any more coffee for the rest of the night to stay awake!
Thinking about the way he showed himself to me makes me think that he was trying to tell me that he was killed by the artillery fire that was aimed at Lieut. James Stewart's Battery B, 4th U.S. Artillery. Three of those artillery pieces were positioned in the exact location where the west wing of our hotel sits today. These guns were heavily engaged on the afternoon of the first day of the Battle of Gettysburg and almost captured by the Confederate troops.
This was the first time this Union soldier appeared to me. However, it would not be the last time.
Light Rods Outside In Middle of the Night
Sunday, January 11, 2009, 2:43 a.m.
I was approaching the lobby with my coffee on my way back to the manager's office and once again witnessed flashing lights - like lightening rods - at various heights just above the ground and spaced apart, outside the front of the building. This time they appeared near the middle wing in the upper section of the hotel.
Once again, there were no cars or trucks on the adjacent road. Once again, I checked the security lights and nothing was amiss. Once again, I reported the incident in the morning to maintenance. Maintenance reported back to me, once again, that there were no glitches with the security lights.
Each time I see these lightening rod objects flash, however, they are never even close to the 20-foot security lights.
I was approaching the lobby with my coffee on my way back to the manager's office and once again witnessed flashing lights - like lightening rods - at various heights just above the ground and spaced apart, outside the front of the building. This time they appeared near the middle wing in the upper section of the hotel.
Once again, there were no cars or trucks on the adjacent road. Once again, I checked the security lights and nothing was amiss. Once again, I reported the incident in the morning to maintenance. Maintenance reported back to me, once again, that there were no glitches with the security lights.
Each time I see these lightening rod objects flash, however, they are never even close to the 20-foot security lights.
Ghosts Moving Objects Again
Saturday, January 10, 2009, 9:12 p.m.
I was sitting at the manager's desk watching t.v. when I heard a crinkling sound directly behind me. I turned the chair in the direction of the sound and looked down. I saw a WalMart shopping bag which contained four cans of furniture polish. All four cans of polish were standing in the upright position. I watched in amazement as, one-by-one, each can was knocked over on its side and then slipped out of the bag.
Could our little ghost boy, Timmy, be curious again? Or, was it one of the civil war soldier ghosts trying to get my attention?
I was sitting at the manager's desk watching t.v. when I heard a crinkling sound directly behind me. I turned the chair in the direction of the sound and looked down. I saw a WalMart shopping bag which contained four cans of furniture polish. All four cans of polish were standing in the upright position. I watched in amazement as, one-by-one, each can was knocked over on its side and then slipped out of the bag.
Could our little ghost boy, Timmy, be curious again? Or, was it one of the civil war soldier ghosts trying to get my attention?
Guest Inquires If Hotel Is Haunted
Monday, January 5, 2009, 7:30 a.m.
This was related to me by my co-worker and fellow night auditor, Courtney.
Two guests came to the front desk and asked Courtney if there was anything strange going on at the hotel. Courtney asked them what they meant by strange. They wanted to know if the hotel was haunted.
The two guests reported that late on the previous evening, they were in bed watching t.v. when the drapes started to move violently, as if someone was trying to pull them open. They investigated and there was no draft of any kind to make the drapes move at all.
They also reported waking up all night long and seeing "bright balls of light flying around the room."
Of course, I had to know which room this incident occurred in. It happened in a room in a wing of the hotel where guests have reported other stories of strange occurrences, so I was not surprised.
However, this was the first time any of us have heard about "bright balls of light flying around the room."
On a side note, they checked out that morning and came back that evening to stay with us another night.
This was related to me by my co-worker and fellow night auditor, Courtney.
Two guests came to the front desk and asked Courtney if there was anything strange going on at the hotel. Courtney asked them what they meant by strange. They wanted to know if the hotel was haunted.
The two guests reported that late on the previous evening, they were in bed watching t.v. when the drapes started to move violently, as if someone was trying to pull them open. They investigated and there was no draft of any kind to make the drapes move at all.
They also reported waking up all night long and seeing "bright balls of light flying around the room."
Of course, I had to know which room this incident occurred in. It happened in a room in a wing of the hotel where guests have reported other stories of strange occurrences, so I was not surprised.
However, this was the first time any of us have heard about "bright balls of light flying around the room."
On a side note, they checked out that morning and came back that evening to stay with us another night.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Lobby Door Opened By Unseen Hands
Saturday, January 3, 2009, 4:35 p.m.
Barb, Carrie and I were standing in the lobby area behind the front counter and watched the front door to the lobby open. No one came in.
If you've read older entries, you know that the door to the lobby is very heavy and I have often seen guests struggle to open it.
Barb, Carrie and I were standing in the lobby area behind the front counter and watched the front door to the lobby open. No one came in.
If you've read older entries, you know that the door to the lobby is very heavy and I have often seen guests struggle to open it.
Our Ghosts Celebrate New Year's With A Bang!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008, 5:09 p.m.
My mom always comes to work with me on New Years Eve. She is such a trooper to sit with me during my all night, 16-hour shift.
Just after 5:00 p.m., Carrie, my mom and I were in the lobby area standing behind the counter chatting when the front door opened. As soon as the front door opened, the inside ceiling light directly in front of the door immediately blew out with a flash and a bang.
No one was standing in the doorway or had come in the door. The front, lobby door is heavy with a bar across the top that forces the door to shut as soon as it is opened. Needless to say, Carrie was her usual excited self: "They did NOT do that!" My mom and I just laughed.
11:49 p.m. - My mom and I were in the manager's office chatting. I was gathering everything I needed to complete the midnight audit. We both heard a creaking noise coming from the direction of the middle breakfast prep room, which is located between the manager's office and the laundry room.
Since I have heard this creaking sound many times coming from this room, I grabbed my mom and took her into the room. "See mom, this is what happens with the attic door. Sometimes you hear it opening and sometimes you don't."
The attic door was wide open.
Thursday, January 1, 2009, 1:00 a.m. and 2:25 a.m.
My mom was still sitting at the manager's desk reading her book, while I was in my usual spot, which is a lounge chair across the room. A movement caught my mom's eye and she watched the attic door opening on its own.
My mom has been with me many times on the battlefield and has experienced many unexplainable things with me there. Her reaction to the above was "Happy New Year's Boys."
Thursday, January 1, 2:40 a.m. and 3:04 a.m.
Each of the above-listed times, my mom and I heard a loud thud coming from the front of the building. It sounded like something large hit the outside of the building. Each time, I immediately went to the front lobby door and stepped outside. Each time, there was nothing on the ground and no damage to the front of the building. More phantom artillery fire or small arms fire? Another common occurrence.
My mom always comes to work with me on New Years Eve. She is such a trooper to sit with me during my all night, 16-hour shift.
Just after 5:00 p.m., Carrie, my mom and I were in the lobby area standing behind the counter chatting when the front door opened. As soon as the front door opened, the inside ceiling light directly in front of the door immediately blew out with a flash and a bang.
No one was standing in the doorway or had come in the door. The front, lobby door is heavy with a bar across the top that forces the door to shut as soon as it is opened. Needless to say, Carrie was her usual excited self: "They did NOT do that!" My mom and I just laughed.
11:49 p.m. - My mom and I were in the manager's office chatting. I was gathering everything I needed to complete the midnight audit. We both heard a creaking noise coming from the direction of the middle breakfast prep room, which is located between the manager's office and the laundry room.
Since I have heard this creaking sound many times coming from this room, I grabbed my mom and took her into the room. "See mom, this is what happens with the attic door. Sometimes you hear it opening and sometimes you don't."
The attic door was wide open.
Thursday, January 1, 2009, 1:00 a.m. and 2:25 a.m.
My mom was still sitting at the manager's desk reading her book, while I was in my usual spot, which is a lounge chair across the room. A movement caught my mom's eye and she watched the attic door opening on its own.
My mom has been with me many times on the battlefield and has experienced many unexplainable things with me there. Her reaction to the above was "Happy New Year's Boys."
Thursday, January 1, 2:40 a.m. and 3:04 a.m.
Each of the above-listed times, my mom and I heard a loud thud coming from the front of the building. It sounded like something large hit the outside of the building. Each time, I immediately went to the front lobby door and stepped outside. Each time, there was nothing on the ground and no damage to the front of the building. More phantom artillery fire or small arms fire? Another common occurrence.
Things That Go BANG In The Night
Sunday, December 28, 2008, 3:40 a.m.
I was sitting in the office reading when I heard a loud bang on the floor and felt a hard vibration/thump directly under my feet (coming from the basement). There is NO way I am going down into that creepy basement at this hour unless there is a fire.
I did report the incident to maintenance when he arrived in the early morning. He checked the area directly below where I was sitting, and there was nothing that would have caused anything to hit the ceiling in the basement. (I know what I heard and what I felt through my feet on the floor.) Hmmm.
I was sitting in the office reading when I heard a loud bang on the floor and felt a hard vibration/thump directly under my feet (coming from the basement). There is NO way I am going down into that creepy basement at this hour unless there is a fire.
I did report the incident to maintenance when he arrived in the early morning. He checked the area directly below where I was sitting, and there was nothing that would have caused anything to hit the ceiling in the basement. (I know what I heard and what I felt through my feet on the floor.) Hmmm.
Phantom Hands Move Object
Wednesday, December 24, 2008, 6:45 a.m.
The following was relayed to me by Courtney, my co-worker and fellow night auditor:
At the time of writing this diary entry, the hotel was getting ready for a new reservation system. The computers and other necessary equipment related to this were in boxes approximately four feet by four feet and were stacked neatly upon each other. They were placed next to a wall in the manager's office.
When Courtney had arrived that afternoon, she had placed her purse on top of the stack of boxes. She positioned it in an upright position leaning against the wall. Almost three hours later, Courtney was sitting at the manager's desk working on a crossword puzzle when she heard a noise coming from her left (the direction of the boxes).
Courtney looked over just in time to see her purse being "pushed" across the top of the four foot box to the edge and onto the floor. She stated that it never tipped over during the entire movement but, actually, stayed in the upright position as it was moved. Courtney told me that she said out loud: "Hello! I guess you didn't like my purse there." She then placed her purse upright on the floor.
Just to prove that the box was level and not tilted in anyway, Courtney put some lightweight newspapers on top of the same stack of boxes. The papers remained in the same place all night long.
The following was relayed to me by Courtney, my co-worker and fellow night auditor:
At the time of writing this diary entry, the hotel was getting ready for a new reservation system. The computers and other necessary equipment related to this were in boxes approximately four feet by four feet and were stacked neatly upon each other. They were placed next to a wall in the manager's office.
When Courtney had arrived that afternoon, she had placed her purse on top of the stack of boxes. She positioned it in an upright position leaning against the wall. Almost three hours later, Courtney was sitting at the manager's desk working on a crossword puzzle when she heard a noise coming from her left (the direction of the boxes).
Courtney looked over just in time to see her purse being "pushed" across the top of the four foot box to the edge and onto the floor. She stated that it never tipped over during the entire movement but, actually, stayed in the upright position as it was moved. Courtney told me that she said out loud: "Hello! I guess you didn't like my purse there." She then placed her purse upright on the floor.
Just to prove that the box was level and not tilted in anyway, Courtney put some lightweight newspapers on top of the same stack of boxes. The papers remained in the same place all night long.
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