I spent last night at the Menger Hotel. My parents had a gift card for a free one night stay, and so I went to see the room, and unexpectedly ended up spending the night there on the floor.
I was trying to do a little ghost-hunting, but all I really succeeded in doing was getting ghosts stuck in my head which lead to a fitful night's sleep. Oliver and I roamed the hallways searching for the elusive murdered maid, Sallie White, who is "frequently" seen by guests. No luck with that, but it was really neat to stay in a historic hotel for once--meaning a hotel, and not Motel 6. I loved roaming up and down the corridors looking at the little nineteenth century decorative moulding, and sitting on the deliciously old-fashioned furniture. We even sat in a foyer (yes, foyer) and played cribbage at about 1 AM. The hallways were deliciously creepy, creaking wooden baseboards underneath ugly flowered hotel carpet. This will sould oh-so-cheesy, but the air had a thickness to it. It really felt haunted.
Before the roaming we went out to eat at the hotel's restaurant (muy expensivo, but we had a bad-ass coupon). I was so excited because the waitress told us that the fireplace mantel crafted in the 15th century, and was imported here from England (supposedly there was a spirit attached with it). I am amazed by things that are old, and since I have never been out of the good ol' USA I have never been in the presence of anything that OLD. I had to touch it. I had to. Hopefully there is no spirit residue on my hand. My hand has history on it!
And before that--before Oliver and I arrived at the hotel, my parents were taking a nap. They said that while they were sleeping it felt like a cat jumped onto the bed, or someone sat down on it. Of course there was no one else there. Spooky.
Next time I'll try the Emily Morgan Hotel--also reputedly haunted.
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