This weekend, my husband and I attended a wedding and stayed in a motel that is known to be haunted. I do my best to avoid putting myself in the situation of trying to sleep while resident spirits do their best to get my attention. It just does not make for a restful night.
The hotel we stayed in is part of what is now called Fort Clark Springs in Brackettville, Texas. I have written about many of the events that happened to me there while we lived in Brackettville (‘Growing Up Weird: Confessions of a Closet Medium’ available on amazon.com or createspace.com). Fort Clark Springs used to be an Army Post back in the day and many people died there. To make matters more interesting, there is the ‘White Lady’ who can show up anywhere on the Fort according to legend. I have felt her presence many times myself but I have never seen her like many other people.
But this trip was not supposed to be a ghost hunt. I have never participated in a ghost hunt because….well…I do not have to hunt for ghosts. They find me. It has been explained to me that spirits can tell which people can discern them and that they often want to do their best to get attention from such people. My own mother, as she was dying, gave me a clue about this aspect of my gift.
Mom had been talking to angels for a day or so when I tapped her shoulder to tell her that I was going to step out to get a bite to eat. I did not expect her to even hear me as she was so involved in being halfway on the other side. But, she surprised me. She came out of her seemed trance and grabbed my arm. Then she looked at me intently and said, “Oh my! You are SO perceptive!” Then she went right back to her trance.
I really did not know how to take that at first. What did she mean? As I have thought about that day many times since, I have decided that she was able to see what spirits see when they look at me. They instantly know that I know they are in the room. My guess is that they want to tell me something, even if it is just “Hi! I’m here!” They want my attention for some reason.
So, when I stepped into the hotel room this weekend and immediately felt the presence of spirits, I knew I was going to be a target. I did not feel anything evil, just spirits of people. Still, I did not want them to keep me awake. I stood there in the middle of the room and gave a small speech.
“Look,… yes I know you’re here….Hi….it is nice to meet you. Now, I want you to know that you are not allowed to mess with me while I am sleeping. No touching, no sitting on the bed, no pulling covers off, no voices in my ear and no throwing things at me! We will get along just fine if you will keep my rules.”
Of course, my poor husband just shook his head as he watched me give my little speech. He is getting used to it by now. He is completely clueless and has never had any experiences except when the spirit played with the remote to the portable air conditioner, turning it on and off and playing different tunes as it pushed the different buttons( complete story in my book).
With that said, I got ready for bed, confidently feeling that I could get a decent night of sleep. I closed my eyes and saw them there around me. I saw three different spirits. One was a green color and the other two were lavender and gold. I decided to ignore them. I could feel them watching me so I did have some trouble going to sleep but I did finally drop off…..until about 5 a.m. The sound of footsteps walking across the dark room woke me up. The footsteps went across the room and into the bathroom. Then, the spirits did the few things that I had not specifically listed in my rules. The next thing I knew, my travel organizer that I had hanging in the little closet began to swing back and forth. I raised up on one elbow and saw it swinging.
“Okay…that’s enough of that!”
The organizer stopped swinging, but the towel rack started squeaking like the rod was being turned. Then the towel that had been hanging on it fell to the floor. I sat up and frowned toward the bathroom. I realized that I needed to go to the restroom at that point, but there was no way I was going to go in there. Obviously, they were determined to mess with me and I just could not possibly list all the things they could do to entertain me on my list of no-no’s.
Fortunately, my husband woke up at that point and we decided to go ahead and get up and leave. As I opened the door to leave, I turned around and spoke into the air again.
“It was so nice to meet you….thanks for all the entertainment!” What else could I say?