May-Stringer House Tour is now available March 12th. A real ghost hunting experience.
It was my first trip to New Orleans and I stayed at the Holiday Inn French Quarter - Chateau Lemoyne in room 205. I was excited to be assigned a room in the historic section which is part of the former slave quarters. The room was huge and covered in old bricks. The floor to ceiling windows stretched the length of the balcony. One night, I was taking a shower. I felt like someone was watching me. I turned and a thin figure walked past the frosted glass door to the hallway. The spirit also seemed to enjoy changing the thermostat. They acknowledged that they were doing it by making the Rem-POD light up on demand. I highly recommend staying at this hotel for the location and the history. The Chateau Lemoyne was built as a residence in 1847 and currently has 11 historic suites.
The night before we did a six-hour ghost investigation at the Ximenez-Fatio House Museum with The Odd Macabre Company. The very next morning my two friends and I were walking down the alley behind the museum on our way to brunch before heading out. I suddenly heard footsteps running up behind me. I turned around to move over, but there was no one there. My friend validated the phantom footsteps by acknowledging that she heard them too, but she wasn’t going to say anything. We both got the chills even though it was 80 degrees out that day.
While on a ghost tour with my favorite tour guide Southernmost Ted, my friends and I had the craziest experience. We were standing in front of the old theatre, which at the time had glass entrance doors. He told us to put our ear and our hand to the glass. I felt a pulse on the other side with my hand. My friend heard whispering in her ear and my other friend had a smoke smell in her nose that would not go away. On the same tour, I was used as ghost bait underneath the light fixture at the Hard Rock Hotel. The light fixture suddenly started to swing back and forth and around in circles.
I am not sure which was scarier - the ghost tour or the flight home. On our flight back, there was a terrible storm, and we were super delayed. The lights and the airport flickered off and on and we almost decided to stay another night. We finally boarded in the wee hours of the morning. During the flight the prop plane dropped in midair several times. I saw the flight attendant's face filled with fear and thought to myself, this is not good. I was by myself in a single seat towards the front. My two girlfriends in the back were crying and hysterical. I am surprised we made it home alive.
PS We did not visit Robert the Doll.
My very first ghost tour was with Richard T. Crowe with Chicago Supernatural Tours. Bless his heart. He transitioned in 2012. The tour began at Goose Island Brewery. We visited the alley where the St. Valentine's Day massacre occurred. Mr. Crowe told the story of Rosemary's baby and Resurrection Mary. We also visited a haunted pub and haunted totem pole. I remember that he had a great voice, and he was very knowledgeable. Mr. Crowe is still an inspiration to me after all of these years.
Some say when you are sleeping that you are in the 5th dimension exploring. I remember waking up in my parent's basement. Someone was standing over me and choking me. I could not breathe, and I was gasping for air. I tried to scream, but nothing would come out. Finally, I was freed. I got up and turned all of the lights on and nothing was there. Thankfully that only happened once because I do not want to explore that again.
I do talk in my sleep so I recently downloaded the Sleep Booster App. I am not sure what is more difficult to decipher, my spirit box or my own sleep talking!
I was attending a Halloween party at the Cedar House. I believe it was once a boarding house in the 1900's, but currently it is a B & B. During that time, I was obsessed with the Ghost Radar app and at the party, the word FAN was displayed. Right after that, the ceiling fan fell on top the billiard table while guests were playing pool. The party hostess threw the fan on the front lawn because she believed it was haunted.
I was lucky enough to spend time at this beautiful house on Baybrook Place. I used to stay in my best friend's daughter's room when we had sleepovers. I always had a creepy feeling in the bedroom and the adjacent pink tiled bathroom. Later I discovered that there was a murder in the house. Somehow in my travels around town I met the officer who was on the scene that terrible day. I told him that I believed the body was found in the first bedroom to the left. He confirmed that that was where the body was found. I never felt alone in that room.
At the same house while the owners were away, a worker was in the backyard at night. He had the garden hose out. When he looked up at the house he saw a figure in the picture window. He was so frightened that he dropped the hose and hauled ass out of there. When the home owners returned they found an imprint of a face on the inside of the picture window and the hose running. We believe it was the spirit of Bob, the previous owner of the property. Bob loved telling stories about the railroad and taking care of his beautiful gardens.
The homeowner found a gold necklace that she believed belonged to the woman who was murdered by her husband. She always hung the necklace in the kitchen and left it there when she moved. Unfortunately, the home has been demolished, so there is no chance to do more investigating.
On my first trip to St. Augustine I had the pleasure of stumbling into the Trade Winds Lounge. It was in the middle of the day and the only people there were the bartender, one bearded local man, another paranormal investigator, and me. The investigator went exploring with the SB7 Spirit Box while I was chatting with the bartender. When he returned, he asked who Toni was. The bartender who was wearing a hoodie said she got the chills. Toni was the previous owner. Just minutes later the phone rings and it was Toni's daughter! Coincidence? I think not.
Unfortunately, I went on a theatrical style ghost tour of the Old Jail. It was very crowded and noisy, so there was no way to use my ghost equipment inside. I left the tour and ventured out into the parking lot with my SB7 Spirit Box. During the session I asked, “What is your name?” A man’s voice came through and said, “Bill.” Then I asked, “How did you die?” And Bill replied, “hang.”
On Halloween night I conducted a paranormal investigation in a guest room on the third floor. I brought all the ghost equipment in my collection and boy were the spirits active and ready to communicate with us. Our session lasted for hours. The REM-POD was going off non-stop, so I had to turn it off. I replaced the battery and made sure it was far from any electrical disturbances. The Ovilus 5 did not disappoint. These are some of the responses from that evening:
SH – Safety Harbor?
ROSE – My middle name and my grandma’s middle name
GRANDMA – I knew it was my grandma
(Nine words later)
GRANDMA – She really wanted to tell me something
SAM – Heather’s son’s name
JACK – Heather’s father who had passed
BELL - I rang a front desk bell I brought with as a trigger object
BLAZE – Said right after we were talking about the Safety Harbor fire in 1917
(Six words later)
BLAZE – Came up again later
GREEK – The owners of the hotel are Greek
As soon as Heather left, it was dead quiet. No pun intended. I cannot wait to go there again.
I do NOT like clowns. My aunt Diann who had a haunted house in Northlake, Illinois collected clown figurines and I remember seeing the creepiest velvet clown paintings as a child. I could never stay at that Clown Hotel in Las Vegas that was featured on Ghost Adventures.
I do NOT like dolls. I never had dolls as a child, only stuffed animals. I once dated a guy whose mother made her transition. We went to her condo, and she was a doll hoarder. Dolls in glass cases from floor to ceiling all throughout her place. Some didn't even have heads. I could not get out of there fast enough.
I also refuse to visit Robert the Doll in Key West in person. I believe it is too risky. I do enjoy the scary stories about him, but Voodoo is an entirely different story that I do not want to be a part of.
You'll have to go on a tour to find out! I cannot give you all the juice.