So a road trip yesterday had me stopping for coffee and a bite to eat at the Linden Hotel in S.E. Michigan.
This is an old town, the hotel was established in 1840 and a sign on the front stoop says so.
Known for their home-made goodies and excellent lunches, we were told this would be a good place to stop after a meeting earlier that day.
But what we didn’t know is that the hotel is supposedly haunted.
I noticed something was up right away; having turned my (android) phone off while in meetings, I expected a full charge when I powered it back up. It was .. and then it wasn’t. Saying nothing, I watched as two main screen images superimposed themselves over each other. I also noticed I wasn’t getting my work emails and the time display was stuck on one time.
Making general conversation with the waitress, my colleagues asked about the hotel’s history. Smiling, she said, “oh, would you like to see our ghost book?”
Immediately one said “no, not me, I’m scared of that stuff.” She replied, “oh you’ll be fine” and stepped away to retrieve a binder filled with photos and anecdotes from previous visitors.
Intrigued, we asked her to tell us more.
“Well, I’ve worked here for many years and often come in to find the silverware upside down or unwrapped. We’ve had bartenders witness bottles fly off the bar and cooks hear someone call their name. The most activity is in the upstairs ladies bathroom and in the mens room on this floor. There’s a little girl here, she died in a fire, she plays upstairs. The others we aren’t so sure about.”
My colleagues smiled and went back to their food and I looked at my phone again. Nothing. The time was frozen at the time we entered the building: 2:02 pm and the battery was almost dead.
One photo in the book caught us all by surprise, especially when she told us the story behind it.
Apparently a group of local folks who do Civil War reenactments did so on the upper floor of the hotel while it was under renovation. See the soldier by the chair? Folks who participated noticed him after the images were developed; no one knows who he is, as every other member was accounted for.
While the experience was unusual, I can tell you I wasn’t scared. I also don’t mind telling you that there was no part of me that was going upstairs to the ladies’ room: I trust my intuition! I had to giggle when my colleagues bade a hasty retreat after they were “visited” by yellow lights in the mens’ room. Suggestion or real?
I am not sure what to think about all this but I do know this: we were a full 70 miles west of there before my phone returned to normal, the time reset and 67 new emails showed up.
for more, visit http://www.lindenhotel.com/GhostPage.htm
What do you think? Do you believe in ghosts? Have you ever visited someplace haunted? Were you visited by something while you were there?
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