If you happen
to live in my neck of the woods and you are scouting for something spooky to
do, Eureka Springs offers a whole week of eerie activities. The Crescent
Hotel, known as “The nation’s most haunted resort hotel” offers ghost tours! You can explore the halls
nightly, and even venture underneath the hotel while you hear the tale of its
long, strange history.
We drove over yesterday hoping to see some Fall color, but I think we're about a week early. Funny how Mother Nature decides when the show starts! We've had perfect conditions for the leaves but it's late this year. Eureka was pretty crowded, lots of folks make the trip for the great shopping. We never fail to visit the Crescent Hotel, perched on the crest of West Mountain. The 78-room resort hotel is not only known as one of America’s most distinctive and historic destinations, but it is also said to have spirits that walk the palatial grounds!
As usual, I took a zillion pictures... I just can't control myself when there's history and a camera involved!
Everywhere you looked, the hotel was decorated for Halloween. But this is one of those places that looks the part no matter what time of year you visit.
I ended up with 78 pictures in all and last night when I posted them on my Facebook wall, I deleted the "bad ones." This morning I went to my trash bin and retrieved the following pictures. "Orbs" or sunspots, what do you think?
So here's the ghost story, it's a true account as reported by Mike Masterson in our state paper, the Arkansas Democrat Gazette a few years ago. He recounted the
terrifying experience of friends who spent the night at The Crescent, room 101, The Governor's
Suite. Beth Shibley of Burgaw, N.C. had joined her mom Lou Ann Moles (wife of
Harrison's mayor Pat Moles) and her sister Lorie Baker for a fun weekend. After
a full day of shopping and sightseeing, the three turned in around midnight.
Beth and her Mom shared a one bedroom and Lorie was in the other. Shibley, 42,
says that while sleeping in a double bed with her mother, something held down
her legs and arms and began suffocating her. "It was like a great force of intense pressure
pressing down over my whole body, and I couldn't breathe," Shibley, who works as
a graphic artist, says of the 2 a.m. experience. Her account as told in USA Today in a special
feature on haunted hotels:
“I was awakened
by something that started to suffocate me,” Beth said. “I couldn’t breathe and
felt an intense pressure on my chest like I was being squeezed against something
hard. I couldn’t even draw a breath to shout. . . . I tried reaching to my
mother, but my wrists were pinned together on the bed and my arms were being
held down with great force.
“My legs
wouldn’t move either, except for my right foot, and I started reaching for Mom’s
foot under the covers. As soon as my foot touched hers, the pressure stopped and
I could breathe, speak and move again. My heart was pounding. I was covered in
sweat. There was a horrible smell in the room that was like damp earth and sour
sweat, but stronger, almost like sulfur.”
She said she
first thought the odor might have come from her sweat soaked nightgown, but the
stench had left the room after about 30 minutes. The next morning, the gown
still smelled of laundry detergent. Her mother never awoke during the incident, Beth
said. “I went back to sleep,” she
continued. “At 2:30 a.m., I felt something grab both ankles and jerk me very
hard. It pulled me completely under the covers, which had been tucked into the
bottom of the mattress. I ended up in the middle of the bed with the covers
entirely over my head and my feet off the end of the bed.
“This time, I
could still breathe and shout, so I started yelling and hitting Mom in the area
of her kidneys, since I was so far down in the bed. She sat up and asked if I
was all right.” Beth said she tried to
explain what was happening, but her mother said the story of a bad dream could
wait until morning, so Beth leapt from the bed and retrieved her camera, all the
while reciting reassuring Scriptures. Lying back down with the camera around her neck and
snuggling close to her mother, Beth said she fell asleep with her finger poised
on the camera’s shutter button, then lapsed into a vivid dream. “Mom watched me asleep because by now she’d become
freaked out. She also watched me taking photographs with my eyes closed even as
I slept soundly the rest of that night.”
In her dream, a
man wearing a black suit and tie and a top hat appeared at a center fourth-floor
window of the hotel. Then six people came up behind him in three pairs. They
picked up the man and threw him out the window, but his fall was broken by a
rope wrapped around his neck. “I saw
his neck jerk to the side, and his hat fell off his head and landed to the right
of where I was and watching,” Beth recalled. “I was holding my camera and I
focused on the window and snapped a picture. Then I said, ‘Gotcha!’
” The scene began to fade, but as
others came to the window wearing clothing of another period, she continued
taking pictures and repeating,“Gotcha!” By then, she said, “I’d come to realize
in my dream that I was dealing with something not of this world,” she said. “But
I also was no longer afraid.” In all,
Lou Ann had watched her daughter snap five pictures in her sleep.
Later, when the
film was developed, Beth said that the three women were startled to find one of
a misty image leaning over the edge of the bed. A second picture showed the
room’s ceiling fan and drapes in focus. “In the top
right corner is the outer outline edge of a window with three ropes coming from
it in the exact colors of what the pairs of people were wearing in my dream,”
Beth said. “They also were holding three ropes in my dreams and the ropes came
out of a window.
“An enlargement
showed more glowing red and blue spots in the mist as well as three pairs of
little white X’s in a triangle pattern, similar to the way six people came up
behind the man in pairs.”
The next day,
she told me, she wandered outside the hotel, which as an institute in the 1930s
housed thousands of cancer patients. There she saw the fourth-floor room as
she’d seen it in her dreams. It was exactly two floors above her bedroom’s
window.
Beth’s story
was among several told in a special feature about haunted hotels that was
published last week in USA Today. I’ve seen the photos and they are
inexplicable.
“This
experience has made me aware of things I’d never thought were possible,” she
told me. “These manifestations felt demonic. . . . I believe I’m one of the good
humans and that’s why the evil spirits hated me so much. I’m thankful everything
ended well.” -
This story just
sends chills down my spine! If you'd like a little "excitement"
here's the link to the Crescent Hotel!
We like to sit outside under the trees after supper and relax on lazy weekends, just enjoying the sounds of summer. I allow myself to just sit there, literally thinking about nothing...content to listen to the crickets and watch the fireflies do their magical dance. I sit there totally relaxed and happy.
