The Groveland Hotel, where we stayed for the weekend, is right next door to The Iron Door Saloon. And it also happens to be haunted by a few ghosts. I was completely unaware of that fact when I booked the room, however, The Fiance and I have this bad habit of watching (and making fun of) stupid ghost hunter shows so we were a little intrigued.
We found a notebook in our room where previous guests wrote thank-yous and other messages to the owners. And some of them wrote about their paranormal experiences while staying in our room. It's one thing for the hotel to be haunted but lemmetellya it's a whole 'nother story when it's your own room. Some of those entries were pretty entertaining, though, and I couldn't help but read a few out loud for The Fiance's amusement.
Apparently Lyle is the most active and most frequently sighted ghost in the hotel. He was an old prospector who died peacefully in his sleep in his room right across the hall from ours. He loves to roam and visit other rooms, too. I don't know if I believe in ghosts but I'm not necessarily a skeptic either. I mean, I have no idea what happens after we die so it's possible that spirits have the option of sticking around. But either way, I don't really need to meet a ghost, so I had a word with Lyle, who may or may not have been in the room. I could've just been talking to myself and The Fiance was looking at me like I was cuckoo but still, I couldn't help but let Lyle know that I respect that the hotel was his home but, as a guest in his home, I wanted him to please respect my wishes to be left alone, thanks. The Fiance, on the other hand, told him to feel free to do something in the room to make himself known as long as it wasn't violent, to which I quickly added, "And only if I'm not in the room!"
There was no paranormal activity that night and I happened to sleep like a log, as a matter of fact. The Fiance wasn't quite as lucky in the sleep department and decided to stay in bed a little later while I went out to get bug spray and other necessities the next morning. When I got back, The Fiance insisted that while he was in bed, he heard water splash into the sink and flow down the drain. The sink was in view of the bed and there was no one else in the room. I pointed out that the building hadn't been renovated in over 20 years and the plumbing was probably just old and we left it at that.
The next day, when we were checking out, the woman in line in front of us started asking lots of questions about the ghosts that supposedly lived in the building. Lyle naturally came up and the lady asked what kinds of things he typically does to make himself known. The woman at the front desk explained that one of Lyle's quirky habits was removing women's make up from his dresser and throwing it on the floor or moving it to the bathroom. His other way of making his presence known is by turning the sink on and off. . . .
Who knows whether the water The Fiance heard splash in the sink was caused by old plumbing or a friendly ghost just saying hello. Either way, the thought of Lyle hearing my request to leave us in peace when I was around and him actually respecting that request is kind of sweet in a strange way, don't you think?
Would you ever stay at a haunted hotel?