Motel of Death
This story began when one of Steph's good friends told us about the Old West-style motel in the small town where she lives. She told us that the history behind this motel was a very violent one, indeed. She continued to tell us that there had been numerous robberies and brutal murders in three of the upstairs rooms. The motel had gained such a sinister reputation that it was closed in the 1960s.
We decided that since the motel was only 25 miles from our home, we would drive over and check it out. Just as soon as we pulled into the parking lot, we noticed a hand-painted sign that said, "Run away, Death lives here!” Needless to say, with that, we just HAD to go in. We started by looking around downstairs near the front desk and continued into the lounge area. After finding nothing, we made our way upstairs. We quickly located the three rooms that the robberies and murders took place and entered the first room. As we looked around, we didn’t see, hear, or feel anything. After a few minutes, Steph said, "This must be where the robberies occurred, because there is just nothing here!”
I agreed, and we left the first room and moved on to the second room. The very moment we walked into the second room, we could feel the presence of so many angry spirits. We could see their faces and hear their tortured, painful screams. So many innocent men and women had died so violently here. Steph was so overcome by the anguish that she started crying almost hysterically. With the combination of her crying and the screams of the dead, I got the iciest cold shiver I had ever felt in my life and I began to tear up a bit, myself. Steph told me, "I can't handle this one! I have to leave NOW!" and she ran out of the room.
I ran out after her, calling, "Steph, wait a second and I’ll go with you.” I entered the hallway just in time to see her trip at the top of the stairs and tumble to the bottom. "STEPH, NO!!!" I shouted and immediately rushed to her side. "Steph, please talk to me, please, Honey, please say something,” I cried. As she lay motionless on the floor, I felt myself beginning to panic and my heart was breaking, thinking that I had just lost the greatest part of my life. After a few minutes, she began moaning and finally opened her eyes. I exclaimed, "Thank goodness, I though that I’d lost you.”
As she became a little more alert, she said in a weak voice, "Honey, I can't move." Right at that moment, I can honestly say that I have NEVER been SO GLAD to hear an alarm clock go off IN MY LIFE!! I quickly sat up in bed and looked over at Steph and began caressing her gently. She rolled over and said, "Honey, are you O.K.? You look a little shaken up.”
"I'm just SO glad that you’re alright." I replied.
"O.K., what do you mean?" she asked.
I proceeded to tell her about the nightmare that I had just had and she told me with a laugh, "You're NEVER gonna get rid of me THAT easy, I'm here and I'm yours forever, but, just in case, let's not go check out any motels in the near future!”
"I am SO good with EVERY BIT of that!" I answered.
After having a dream like this, I occasionally wonder if we have spent too much time ghost hunting and then I realize, and we both agree, that no, we have not.
