I've been saying I was going to start a blog for years, but I've hesitated because I was afraid to have only one post at the beginning. Then suddenly this weekend, I realized that one blog post was better than zero, so here it goes. For my very first entry, I've chosen our weekend trip to the Windsor Hotel in Americus, Georgia. George and I planned a weekend trip to visit his nephew at Georgia Southwestern State University. We couldn't think of a better place to stay, given our fascination with the paranormal. By the way, if the last sentence didn't give it away, we're fascinated with the paranormal.
This hotel was built in 1892 and restored in 1991 for $6.5 million. In 2010 it was acquired by Best Western and given some modern updates like flat-screen TVs and mini-fridges. Many celebrities and even former US Presidents have visited this hotel, and it is allegedly "officially" haunted. So long story short, we were excited.
We arrived on Sunday afternoon, and I was immediately in love. I was finally staying somewhere worthy of Anne Shirley! More on my obsession with Anne of Green Gables another day.
Sunday night is when the truly fascinating stuff happened. Around 4:00 a.m., we awoke to a loud noise that sounded to me like someone picking up a giant pile of sticks. I opened my eyes wide, seeing nothing but darkness. "George?" I asked, hoping for a logical explanation. "What was that?" He replied. "I don't know, but I'm scared now."
We got up and searched around the room for what could have made the noise. Something falling off the dresser? There was nothing on the floor. Someone knocking on the door, or trying to turn the handle? No. That's not what we heard. Finally, I looked at the antique wardrobe in the corner. "Wooden hangers!" I chirped, proud of my detective skills. "That's what made that sound!" I swung the door open, and there, motionless, were the hangers.
It was strange that they didn't easily sway when I opened the door. Maybe I didn't swing the door hard enough. I opened it and closed it again, still nothing. I stomped my foot on the ground, nothing. I took my hand and gave the hangers a push. They rocked back and forth; that was the sound we heard! But how did they make that noise unless someone had pushed them? We couldn't figure it out. Then, as we continued to discuss how strange it was, I heard the noise again with the wardrobe door shut. The hangers were moving around inside the wardrobe just as vigorously as if I had pushed them. "It's happening again!" I sprinted back to the bed, and we decided we needed to sleep with the bathroom light on for the rest of the night. It was the only genuinely strange occurrence we experienced while at the Windsor, but it was one of our trip's highlights.
Saturday afternoon art: #Spring1883 at the #WindsorHotel (opened in 1883) - 25 galleries each take over a hotel suite for 4 days and transform them into showcases for their artists. Always fun! #melbournelife (at Hotel Windsor, Melbourne)
Windsor Hotel Americus GA.. A class of its own. #americus #americusga #windsorhotel #class #classy #historic #credit #creditrepair (at Windsor Hotel (Americus, Georgia))
