EDITOR’S NOTE: This is the second part of Ashley Norman’s 3-part guest blog about her experiences at the St. James Hotel in Cimarron, New Mexico.
Also, here is a neat link for the top 25 novels written by women, in honor of Women’s History Month (It was March. So I’m two days late. The story of my life: a day late and a dollar short.)
And a final P.S.: My blog tour continues today! Find me at The Writer’s Life http://www.thewriterslife.blogspot.com.
St. James Hotel
My first time at the St. James was very interesting. Several paranormal events occurred over the two days I was there. Of course, there were the smells of musk from cowboy days, but I wasn’t sure what would happen after all the excitement with my fellow guests earlier that first night.
As the night went on, things took an unexpected turn. After all of the musky smells had diminished, I started to calm down and get ready for bed. It was now really late and, with all the excitement, time had flown by. It was about midnight by the time I finally turned in. At that time, my surroundings were quiet.
As I settled into bed, I sensed that there was a presence with me. I sat up quickly and scanned the room, but didn’t see anything so I let it go. While I was trying to fall asleep, I heard what sounded like people walking around in my room. Again, I looked around the room to see what was going on. I first looked at the door, thinking that people were walking down the hall, and I could see their feet passing by through the crack at the bottom of it. But there was no one. Only silence greeted me. So I lay back down and closed my eyes.
Some time later, I woke up. I wasn’t alert enough to know where I was at first, and I was sort of foggy-eyed. I didn’t hear anything this time, but turned towards the chair by the bathroom. There was a man sitting in it. He wasn’t very pronounced; he was more of a dark figure leaning forward, watching me. I could tell it was a man because he wore a cowboy hat. I turned my back on him, knowing that he was a ghost.
It took me some time to get my thoughts and my nerves back in check. I was somewhat scared. After I had calmed down, I heard the man get up and walk around the bed, then retreat back to the chair. A few minutes later, he walked around the bed again and then returned to the chair. The third time he started to walk around the bed, I heard a knock at the door. I hurriedly answered it. Heather was there. It was about 2 am. She came down to take pictures to see if she could get any paranormal evidence on camera. She asked if I wanted to go with her. I told her I was going to stay there; that a ghost was walking around my room and I was trying to figure out who he was. She took a few pictures and went back to her room, and I went back to bed. Again I heard the spirit walk around the bed. This time I watched him through half-closed eyes. I noticed that when he got to the side of the bed I was facing, he seemed to be checking to see if I was awake. When he saw my eyes half-closed, he would go back to the chair and sit down. He did this several times before I finally fell asleep.
After getting up the next morning I spoke with Judy, Heather and Brent. I told them about the man walking in my room all night. Heather and Brent hadn’t had anything happen to them during the night, but got a few things on camera from when we had all been together the night before. Most of the pictures Heather took show orbs in the hallway near Mary’s room as well as a slight, transparent figure.
About two weeks later, there was to be a Halloween party at the hotel, so Heather and Brent booked a room and asked me to join them. I got the last room and arranged to meet them there. After we talked for awhile, they left for home. I still had one more night there, so I worked on my story for the blog talk show.
With the blog talk radio show, I was to call ahead and be waiting on hold until I was introduced and spoke about the hotel. The time came to call in for the show, so I dialed the number and started to walk around my room. While I waited to go on I felt a cold presence come over me. I shook myself and said loudly, “Whoever you are, get out of me!” As soon as I said that, the cold air was gone and the warmth in my room returned.
I was surprised at how quickly the cold disappeared. Then I realized that I wasn’t hearing the music I had heard as I waited to go on the air. Whatever was there with me had disconnected me from the show, and I had to call back. Finally, I was on the air. I started telling everyone how the hotel looked and then its history, and then about the ghosts. When I talked about them and what had happened, my room got cold again. It was as though they were all in the room listening to me talk.
Following the show, I gathered my things and left the room for a while. The rest of the day I was out and about, sightseeing in Cimarron. It is a neat town, and the St. James is a neat hotel. I looked forward to Halloween, when I would stay there next.