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.
Quality Inn at General Lee's Headquarters
Thursday, January 26, 2012
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.
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