This is my story and I’m sticking to it. You may believe it or not, but for all the females on this adventure it is totally true. The story centers around the third most haunt building in the United States, the Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. Being third may seem oh hum, but when you consider that is out of 800 structures it then becomes impressive.
Each year my three daughters and I, plus some assorted granddaughters, go on a weekend shopping trip. This year we went to stay at the Crescent due to some encouragement from the granddaughters. They are into scaring themselves. Not all the adult females thought this was a good idea but went along with the group. This reluctant person was Roni, one of my daughters. Some people are more sensitive to paranormal activities than others and Roni is one of them.
After checking into the hotel the first evening we snooped around the hotel’s halls and staircases with our cameras because it is know that the paranormals haunt the public places in the hotel most often. During the night Roni experience a bump on her bed and then the feeling of something with very small feet walking around her bed. She then applied her force field for protection, her blanket over her head. Around five in the morning she also experienced something lifting the blanket away from her face. Needless to say, she was then very awake. As Roni’s story was circulating around our rooms, Vikki, another daughter, checked her child’s camera to see what snapshots she may have gotten the evening before. Low and behold, there in one of her stairwell shot was a ghost from the hotel’s Victorian time. Picture enclosed. This Victorian gentleman has been sighted before but we may have the only photograph of him. We believe he is Dr. Ellis because the previous sighting always state that the lower portion of his body does not materialize. Dr. Ellis was the hotel’s house physician during the turn of the century. All the cameras had shots of what the experts call energy orbs. They showed up so often in the pictures that it became common place.
Now this is not the end of the story. We booked two nights in the Crescent Hotel. So the next night after a walk in the fog to dinner and a ghost tour during a thunderstorm we retired for the evening. Roni would not sleep by herself, so she enlisted her sister to share her queen bed. Once again the bump on the bed returned but this time the little feet just kneaded the bedding. From this I determined that the hotel cat, Morris, who had live at the hotel for twenty years and was buried out in the courtyard, had taken a liking to Roni. It was too much for her and she yelled “Kitty get off the bed! I need to sleep.” Roni was no longer bothered by anything that night. The next morning though there were some discoveries in the bathroom, two perfect circles were drawn on the soap and a happy face traced in the condensation of the windows. No children had been in the room.
I have stayed at the Crescent two previous times with a single event each time but this time the adventure was amazing. If you wish to duplicate it the dates were November 19th and 20th, rooms 303, 305, and 306. They say the third floor has the most activities and I agree. $300 for hotel room, $20 for ghost tour, females scared to death – priceless.